Sorry to disappoint, but I must have done a great job icing my face b/c I’m barely swollen at all this time! But here is a picture of my face from last time around (this is for you Eric). Yes I know… I’m hot.
As for my bedtime reading, it’s called The Art of Eating by M.F.K. Fisher. It is a compilation of five of her books, including the one I am reading now, titled The Gastronomical Me (1943). She is considered one of America’s greatest food writers and I first learned about her while reading Ruth Reichl’s Tender at the Bone. Ruth Reichl (former editor of Gourmet Magazine and former restaurant critic for The New York Times amongst many other envy-enducing foodie accomplishments) mentioned that M.F.K. Fisher was her inspiration and her favorite food writer. I read four of Ruth Reichl’s books and ADORED them, so I figured I had to give this M.F.K. Fisher a go.
I’m only a few pages in (as I tend to fall asleep about 5 minutes into my bedtime reading), but the book begins with an introduction quote by George Santayana:
To be happy you must have taken the measure of your powers, tasted the fruits of your passion, and learned your place in the world.
That quote speaks so loudly to me right now, as I’m in the midst of my career overhaul and passion pursuit – if it’s any indication of the pages to come, I think I’m really going to like this book. I’ll keep you posted!