Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Blueberry Sage Pancakes

The great thing about New England is you can go pretty much anywhere up and down the coast on a bus or train. You wanna hang out in Providence? Cool, let's go. Montreal? Done. New York? No sweat. Cars, schmars -- I heart public transportation. It's amazing how easily I slid into a sans-car life, especially given the fact that I nearly cried after I sold Blue Velvet (yes, that's what I named my car), but if there's one thing I don't miss, it's all the stress that comes with having a car. And driving in Boston? Forget about it. Even Derrida is more straightforward than the layout in this city.