Bowl meals
Coffee in a bowl. That’s how you approach the Friday after Thanksgiving. My breakfast bowl was nearly the same size as my coffee mug. And since I was home, I used my special bowl from my first trip to Paris in 2000. My name is a bit on the unique side, which I love and appreciate now, but was a bummer for me growing up. I envied all the Jennifers, Laurens, and Stephanies of my class who got stickers, toothbrushes, and the likes with their (generic) names on them. Imagine how delighted I was when… Read more >