THE NOT SO BLONDE TRAVEL

They say a lot of traits skip one generation, and in many ways I tend to agree. If I could go through life with very minimum clothing without going to jail, I would and my grandmother was the same. My mom, not so much. Also, my grandmother had boxes and boxes of photos. I live in NYC, so boxes is not an option, but I do take pictures 24/7 and yes my Iphone6 has 64GB. Best investment ever. But there is one thing that didn't skip any generation and it is unfortunate for my waist line: love for food, and dessert in particular.  My grandmother is gone, but I can still remember her sneaking out of bed and into the kitchen to have some ice cream in the middle of the night. As for my mother, she never has her afternoon coffee without some sort of sweet. I am no better. I never leave a restaurant without dessert. Doesn't matter how full I am or that half of my plate is full. I am having dessert. Even if I am the only one at the table.  my mom's latest creatio...

I have to blog about my lunch yesterday because it was so amazing. It was so good that I don't even have a picture to show what I am talking about because I was too busy eating.  If you are a foodie like me, you probably don't order chicken or salad when you are trying out a new restaurant for the first time. I can make chicken and salads at home. But since my friend Sardine was so adamant about the salad being over the top, I caved. But not entirely. I ordered a quiche as well, just in case the salad wasn't that amazing. I tend to disagree with people about food.  But this salad was truly fantastic: lettuce, sundried tomato, goat cheese, and  lonza, a corsican type of ham, topped with a magical balsamic reduction. It might sound pretty simple put like this, but in one sentence: I was very sad when my plate was empty. I wanted more. Not that I was still hungry. I just wanted more. And I don't even like balsamic.  Now thankfully I did take pictures of th...