Not going to lie – this week was a super weird struggle. Having finished the edit of a novel on Saturday, I’ve been drifting all week. While there are infinite projects to start, I can’t decide the specific direction. Do I edit another old manuscript? Write one of two sequels? Write something totally new? Prepare for the new book? Work on selling the old ones? Finish the two half started ones? With all my options, I essentially went into full digital organization mode, but that does not amount to much. At least I worked out, I guess that has to count for something.
- Changes to our future hotel stays.
- The title says it all: ‘this isn’t the time for caviar.’
- When farm to table becomes farm to home.
- My nightmare. What happens when the only restaurants left are chains?
- I want to go to there — James Beard 2020 nominees.
- Pertinent to my existence: when is the best time to go grocery shopping?
- An update on some dining awards.
- I would like this pancake charcuterie board, please.
- Why be terrified of murder hornets when you can eat them? (!)
- I need this Dunkin’ DIY kit.
As for leaving the house, I’m still not feeling it. While numbers are looking optimistic in the UAE, there’s just no reason to put myself in a Careem or any sort of position to interact with more people than necessary. If other people want to move around, that’s fine for them.
Otherwise, somehow Hubs and I have been married for 17 years today, which really doesn’t seem possible.
