Sigh. I miss Canter's. And Molly Malone's. Then again I still ate chicken when I was frequenting Canter's and so now couldn't get my fave matzo ball soup there anyway!

Just went to see it. It's a cute little apartment that's been remodeled, but it's only 460 sq ft.

Ah, sounds neat, but that kind of space is hard to live in. My first solo apartment was 400 sq ft and it felt like I was living in a storeroom.

Cloudburst would be my choice of the three colors, but then I've recently been thinking of doing my bedroom and kitchen in sky blue like this room in Mamma Mia!: [link]

Staying up late reading last night resulted in me sleeping through lunch today. Since I'm only having one actual meal, I think I'm going to cheat on my soup & salad diet and make it sushi.

A friend of ours goes up to Michigan every July to buy massive quantities of fresh blueberries (he has a deep freeze), and he's always offered to pick some up for friends, too. We took him up on it this year, and we just got our blueberries from him -- it's a 5-pound box, about the size of a shoebox. Oh my lord, they are SO GOOD. I have a lot of baking in my future.

Oh, aren't they, though? My dad use to talk about picking blueberries in the scrub behind the farm, and running into bears every third time or so. Totally worth it.

I just want to eat nothing but blueberries for dinner. But I won't, because I respect my gastrointestinal system.

I love summer. Our kitchen is bursting with fruit: 5 pounds of blueberries, 2 pounds of strawberries, peaches, nectarines, and cherries. And apples and bananas, but those aren't really seasonal fruits.

Among the other things I regret about not going up to Canada this year is missing the opportunity to buy fresh blueberries out of the back of a pickup truck every few miles of TC-17.

Oh my god, so many flies in the basement. I sprayed everything. We're all going to die.

These are regular flies, not fruit, god help me.

Pool time did not make me like people today.

I caught myself looking forward to an hour of digging into the bottom of the closet.

That's the main reason I like digging through the Storage Heap Room o' Doom: things I didn't know were there! Things I'd forgotten!

Day 4 of staying on calories. Tonight the struggle is real, had to choose between a beer and a piece of dessert. Dessert won. (and the piece is half the size of what it would have been last week).

I sympathize - we've been fighting pantry moths for what feels like forever. I suspect the mothership is in someone else's apartment though, because I've scoured the kitchen and thrown out or sealed up every bit of grain/pasta/fruit we have, and set traps, and sprayed everywhere (behind the stove and fridge, in the corner of every shelf, on top of the cabinets where we keep liquor, EVERYWHERE), and they still keep showing up. (Not in the traps, though. I'm going to try another brand to see if I have more success.)