Oh god, it’s been an unfortunate week full of crazy eating. I think I’ve only eaten 2 dinners at home since who knows when.
Yesterday my friend Allison was in town, so we got expensive coffee at Intelligentsia in Pasadena, where a new ice cream sandwich place had *just* opened up next store. Clearly we couldn’t resist.
Chocolate chip cookies with mascarpone and fig ice cream in between. No regrets.
And then last night for some reason, my dad and I decided that it made sense to go EAT BARBEQUE on the night before Thanksgiving.
Pulled Pork. What is wrong with me??
It’s 11:03am and I’m telling myself that I’ll forego the entire Thankgiving dinner in favor of pumpkin pie at the end (and wine), but I think we all know that that isn’t going to happen.