It’s been awhile. For blogging and for cooking.
Since my last post I have been consumed by work and my bf’s goal to lose weight that I did not see a need to cook… until yesterday afternoon while I was at the book store.
Let me begin with my indulgent trip with some wonderful girls (wolfpack, at least some of them) to New York City! 7 nights, 8 days with an itinerary emphasized on where to eat and not what to see. Over 40 places to eat and 156 hours to do so.
Did we succeed?? Absolutely not, but we experienced amazing smells and tastes that will forever be ingrained in my senses.
… and this brings us to yesterday … I was spending my holiday with some of my pack ladies at home looking at Rachael Ray and Real Simple magazines, which prompted us to consider the idea of cooking a homemade dinner that night. After no concrete decisions were made, we made our way to Santana Row, in order to enjoy the warm weather and the plethora of stores to shop. We ended up in Borders browsing the cookbook section, looking for nothing in particular, but something that would inspire us. As I was scanning the shelves for something interesting, my eyes caught something deliciously familiar… “MOMOFUKU,” I screamed as D and Nan came forward with their own exclamation of “MOMOFUKU.”
and that’s how the following labor of love was initiated.. at least that’s how I remembered it. 😀
our labor of love.. and an inspiration of more to come. :9