Roman Food
Here’s a Roman breakfast. I had been, before going to Rome, resolutely eating 1500 calories a day except whenever I shared meals with other people, and losing a couple of ounces a week. I had also reviewed a new book, […]
Here’s a Roman breakfast. I had been, before going to Rome, resolutely eating 1500 calories a day except whenever I shared meals with other people, and losing a couple of ounces a week. I had also reviewed a new book, […]
A week ago I was traveling back from Rome, and I haven’t yet finished writing about the trip. I’ve hardly started. A week ago precisely I was in an airport, or possibly on a plane, because I find the time […]
I expected to be able to write every day in Rome, but that turned out to be impossible, so here I am with a whole week to write about, and it’s hard to know where to start. Perhaps I should […]
#1 son came to dinner, which was spinach and Italian sausage quiche. I was extremely lazy yesterday — and then this morning I felt ill, so I was extremely lazy again today. This isn’t the best route to laziness and […]
Last weekend we went up to the Big City for two speculative business meetings, a fruitless attempt to get site approval (and a check) from a client up there, and a training session. We got back here in the evening, […]
We had a working breakfast at a creperie yesterday, discussing events tracking and goal funnels over crepes with spinach and cheese and creme fraiche and hot drinks. Then more hanging around, with a little bit of working, and a […]
We got to visit#2 daughter’s office at a big marketing firm on Madison Avenue (not that one — different town). They have conference rooms with the names of great cities from around the world and snazzy cubicles, plus a kitchen […]
I’m at #2 daughter’s place in the Big City. We went to Buca di Beppo last night for dinner (I’m probably spelling that wrong) and now I’m up creeping around wishing I could find where she hides the tea. I […]