On Saturday night, I attended a Words & Wine event featuring Ruth Reichl. I wasn’t even 24 hours into the IFBC, but I was already feeling the effects of overeating and undersleeping. In a quiet moment, I commented to The Daily Spud that the hors d’oeuvres plate I was holding was just too damn heavy.
We both stopped as we realized how silly a statement that was. I mean, really? “Oh, my life is so hard. This plate of fabulous hors d’oeuvres – roasted vegetables, amazing cheese, with local wine – is just too heavy.”
Later that evening, as we waited in line to get our books signed: “Le sigh. I can’t believe this lineup to meet Ruth Reichl.”
And the next day, lining up for the conference lunch, featuring caviar, a crazy spread from Herbfarm, and handmade pasta from Spring Hill: “This lineup for amazingly fresh, local food is simply too long!”
Egad, life is hard sometimes.
I’m slowly working my way through an amazing backlog of chocolate. Between my visit to Soma last month and Chocolopolis this weekend, I have nearly 30 artisan bars to taste, and more than a few boxes of chocolate confections in the fridge.
See what I mean? I’ll stop complaining now.