Breakfast of champions.
Grey skies again in the pacific northwest.
I have an aspiration to convert an airstream trailer into a mobile restaurant and make fresh sourdough baguettes and charcuterie.
This wanderlust in me is having a knife fight with my patience. I'm tempted to buy a train ticket to somewhere distant and not bother to book a hotel. I could taste every restaurant possible until I'm pregnant with indigestion. Then I will have a nice slumber on the train ride home. Or ill die in some dark alley with my torso shredded like a fetal alien had burst free. Either way it will be a good trip.
Happiness is a warm monkfish.
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