I’m so hungry right now and I can’t figure what to eat, because all I can think about is this:
Enter Day 7 of Passover 2013. Because really, if I have to look at another potato, I might vom.
In exactly 25 hours and 57 minutes, I will be stuffing my face with Bertucci’s rolls, or perhaps some cheeseless pizza from Boston Beer Works:
With olives, mushrooms, garlic, and red onions. I die.
[Speaking of Beer Works, I followed some co-workers in there last Thursday and was forced to be the person drinking wine at a place called Boston Beer Works. The sacrilege! ]
OOH! Maybe I will get this tomorrow:
Veggie Fra Diavolo from Sabatino’s in Brighton, complete with a big fat hunk of warm ciabatta (this is one of my favorite things in the entire world to eat, btw)
25 hours and 38 minutes…