Friday, February 06, 2009
Yesterday I turned 31. Though I got some good eats- like these Ghiradelli chocolate squares with caramel (thank you Emily C.!) all melty between sips of hot camomille, El Bracero chicken tacos for lunch, and psuedo-Japanese food for dinner, I couldn't smell anything. So it was mostly a meal of textures rather than tastes. For my birthday, I'd like a clean bill of health for me and the Munchie. On the bright side, since my baby is extra stinky with a stomach bug I should be glad that I'm too congested to smell any of it.