Best Of

Occasionally, my brain will spit something out, and I’ll read it afterward and think, “Hey, this isn’t terrible.” If I’m in a particularly optimistic mood (usually achieved by listening to too much Springsteen and eating baked goods), I’ll start to think that what I’ve written is sort of brilliant. And if the baked goods are really wonderful, and “Born to Run” is playing, then I’ll get totally deluded and start whispering “I am a literary genius” up until the song is over, at which point I realize that there’s frosting on my shirt.

I believe that Socrates called this “The Creative Process.”

Here are some posts that I’ve written that I thought were pretty damn good. At least, I thought so during the four minutes and 32 seconds in which I was serenaded by The Boss. If you are new to the blog, this is where to start. And if you think these posts are utter crap, well … they might be. Or maybe you just need a better soundtrack. And a cupcake.

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  • Dinner with these handsome fools.
  • Finished products. Feeling pretty darn pleased.
  • One of us is not doing a good job of handling the prospect of returning home.
  • Staring from the stairs. Seriously, all hotels need to be built in old monasteries, don't @ me.
  • Him: Take my arm.

Me: *incoherent giggling*
  • It is incredibly hard to capture how incredible our hotel in Canelli is. It was once a monastery, and monks lived here for a hundred years. The halls echo, the ceilings are vaulted, and we eat breakfast in an old stone cellar.
  • A bit of Michelin starred magic this evening. Veal cheeks with onions, foraged salad, tajarin with loads of truffles, and a chocolate soufflé. And then she threw her pants out the window.
  • Rooftops in Barbarello.
  • Foggy rooftops in Canelli. We're staying at a hotel that was once a monastery above this little town.
  • Having such a ball with these goobers.