It's a rainy Sunday morning, I'm listening to National Public Radio, getting ready for church, and looking forward to perusing the Sunday Washington Post.
I've just had some lovely fresh cherries. If my friend's kitchen were functional (it's currently being renovated and she only has a fridge and a microwave), I'd whip up some pancakes or crepes.
Going to Baltimore this evening to spend a couple of days in HQ. I'm trying to brace myself for the experience. Perhaps my fatal flaw is having lived in Washington DC first and thus Baltimore will always pale in comparison. Any city that's called Home of 1,000 Slogans does not inspire much confidence.
I guess I left DC before it really got me down. More than likely when we move back to the US it'll be to Balto and I need to get to know it better.
There isn't a Moroccan restaurant here so maybe that could be MoBob's gig.