I’m afraid I am becoming predictable. Smoking! Gorgonzola and goat cheese in everything! Experimental ice cream flavors galore!
And here I am, once again bringing you farro. Thank goodness I can’t physically see you rolling your pretty little eyes at me.
This reminds me of some interview I’d seen with Mariah Carey, where she addressed criticisms that her songs sound the same. Being the capital-d Diva that she is, girlfriend was just like, “Well, excuse me for having a style.” Boom!
I apologize. That interview is firmly lodged in my brain where Spanish verb conjugations ought to be… And it’s probably never leaving.










