New year.

First meal of the New Year, as prepared by my lovely (temporary) Belgian family. They were determined to feed me as much real food as possible before I returned to my life of airport Snickers. Ah, the perils of gluten-free travel.

First meal of the New Year, as prepared by my lovely (temporary) Belgian family. They were determined to feed me as much real food as possible before I returned to my life of airport Snickers. Ah, the perils of gluten-free travel.

I love traveling. But there is something so wonderful about coming home and sleeping in your own bed. Making French toast for breakfast and burning half of it. Drinking one – nay, two! – cups of Earl Grey, and tallying the blows to your bank account. It’s great to be back. And, well, Continue reading