I don’t know what it is about wanting a warm baguette on a cold day, but it seems like whenever it rains and it’s dreary and cold I find myself at the boulangerie ordering one. Today I had to stop myself from adding a croissant to that order. I was very proud of myself. When I got home, I holed myself up in the apartment, cranked up the heat and ate my chicken and cheddar sandwich (on the baguette).

This is a pretty boring entry. Sorry readers.