I am almost always very prepared for anything. Dirty hands? I’ve got alcohol or hand sanitizer in my bag. Chapped lips? I’ve got lip balm. Loose change? I’ve got some in my coin purse. Need a light? I’ve got a lighter in my bag…even if I don’t smoke. But today, I failed as a food blogger…
All because I have no photos to capture another zipper bursting evening filled food: from perfectly charred grilled pork sausages and creamy Belgian mashed potatoes with bright, sweet carrot bits called stoemp to glasses of fruity Belgian beer to day-old French pastries from a 24-hour bakery. Drat.
I know I should use my words to let you imagine what I ate and where we went. But I’d like to point blame on the amount of food consumed and on the sandstorm, which blew away my writing endurance for today. Just for today.
Oh, note to self: ALWAYS bring my bag to prevent unphotographed food adventures.
Delirious about delicious,