Why Does My Heart
It feels like a cliche, driving up 101 in the big ol' shuttlebus, mid-October sunset filtering through the half-cloud half-fog, with Moby's "Why Does My Heart" on the iPod. I had a good day at work, I'm looking forward to going home, and I'm mildly nervously awaiting a response to a text message I just sent. The weekend was full of friends -- we had 23 people over for trivia! -- and new experiences, and I have eaten way too much animal fat in the past few days. Pancetta waffles are, unfortunately, even more delicious than they sound, especially when topped with Papalote's dreamy orange salsa...