Cincinnati. We came, we saw, we ate, we drank, and we ate some more.
And then it knocked me out.
I’m typing this from my bed, where I have taken refuge after succumbing to a terrible, terrible cold. To be fair, I could feel this creeping in my bones for about a week leading up to our trip. Add a few glasses of wine, a (failed) bid outfun my husband, and what I thought was a full-on birthday/house party that was actually just the pregame, and even Zicam couldn’t save me. Well played, last gasp of winter.
Still, we loved the Queen City and I can’t wait to return. And because birthdays are better when they last a month, another happy birthday to J! xoxo
Monday – I.need.chicken.soup.
Tuesday – um, probably more chicken soup.
Wednesday – quinoa salad
Thursday – leftovers
Friday – my mom’s in town. Did I mention she’s a trained chef? I’ll start thinking about this one when the cold medicine has subsided.