The Hungry Girl goes Texan: Day 3
Despite my hope for evidence of meteorological ignorance, day three in Austin, Texas, began not with bright sunshine and an aubade of birdsong, but with the patter of raindrops and the hush of abandoned streets. No matter—I had plans for the day, rain or not. But you know what they say about best laid plans… … Read more
One Wine, Two Ways
It’s not that I can’t finish a bottle of wine by myself— I have many witnesses who can attest to the fact that I am perfectly capable of it (I just can’t remember who they are…)—but from time to time, I find myself with a half bottle of the stuff in the fridge. This is … Read more
Pacific Northwest for the Hungry Girl; Portland, Day 2
What is it about being in a hotel that makes me sleep like a drugged infant? Sure, the cushy king sized bed in the carpet-and-curtain insulated bubble of a room doesn’t hurt- nor does being exhausted from having walked about forty five miles the day before- but I think part of it is just the … Read more
