Some people call Disney World the “Happiest Place on Earth.” I have to politely disagree with those people. I’ve been to Disney World, but I was definitely happier roaming through the aisles of La Grande Épicerie in Paris. Which is where I decided to spend my final spring break of college. Call me crazy for choosing a food-centric Eurotrip with my mother over lazing around on a beach all day, but the only regret I have about my trip was getting on the plane back to New York earlier today.
It’s become a tradition of sorts that every time I come home from school, at least one morning is dedicated to the hol(e)y breakfast grail that is the bagel. More specifically, the bagel with lox and all the necessary accompaniments (cream cheese, red onion, tomato, capers). This tradition has mostly arisen as a result of the fact that I usually come home with an extreme craving for this exact breakfast. The ability to find such a perfect specimen of a breakfast item outside of the tri-state area can be a challenge, most often due to subpar bagels. As such, I see no harm in satisfying my bagel-hunger upon each return home. Continue reading
I have a confession to make. I’m obsessed with soup. Absolutely and utterly head over heels in love with the idea of snuggling up with a warm bowl of goodness. If I had to eat one food and one food only for the rest of my life, it would be soup. And that’s saying a lot, because I like a lot of foods.
I can’t really tell you when, how, or why exactly my love affair with soup truly started, but here are a few things that I do know that are what I believe make soup the best meal on the planet:
I feel like peanut butter sandwiches sometimes get a bad rap. They’re usually seen as the most disappointing of the elementary school lunchbox sandwiches, or what college students have to resort to making themselves for dinner because they’re 1) not responsible enough to remember to buy groceries and 2) broke college students.