u s e y o u r h a n d s

Over a month ago, I made reservations at Charlie Palmer’s Dry Creek Kitchen in Healdsburg. I very much admire his connections with local suppliers and emphasis on seasonal merch.

But he’s a meat guy. And I haven’t been a meat girl.

So, ethics and morals and politics aside, I decided to dive into the morass of flavor and experience that is Dry Creek Kitchen. Here are the photos and commentary.

Here is my first Flickr foray, even though I’ve had an account for forever. Take a look.

This morning, I woke up and did not want to get on the plane. Didn’t want to go through another panic attack, the stress, the pure emotional exhaustion of living life paralyzed with fear.

So I decided I wasn’t going to have a panic attack. And I didn’t. I laughed out loud for three hours reading this awesome Chuck Klosterman book (btw, I am hot for him and his adorable mop of witty, witty hair), listened to my iPod, and was perfectly calm.

Has the spell broken? Don’t know. But if I will it hard enough, it will be.

(I hope)