(this is annie)

I remember places by smell and taste, even when memories of sound and sight have grown tattered with time. That is why New York is not only skyscrapers and subway trains, but also vegetarian dim sum and egg creams and ickygood Dojo soy sandwiches. Of course, these remembrances of things past are nothing new or unique. But lately I've realized that I measure my life in food. In other words, the quality of my life is reflected by the food I eat. When I am happiest, I'm eating out a lot or cooking for friends. When I'm sad, I find one food (Nutella, peanut butter, cupcakes) and eat it directly from the container. That said, on Friday I dined at Lovitt with Karinsa, Leo, Jimk, and Beau. Saturday was a solo Indian buffet lunch; Sunday was brunch followed later by a tofu vegetable Thai curry. So, y'know, life's going pretty well. Or at least the weekends are.