Year Two, Week Eleven – Cindy


So I was going to write about the disgusting and filthy Chinese Smog that descended upon Seoul like the apocalypse or an incredibly depressing scene from The Road. But then I got distracted when I went into Baker’s Table and realized, yes indeed, all sorrows are less with bread. Except perhaps the sorrow of not fitting into my jeans today (thank goodness for a good pair of black leggings). But other than that, yes, I whole heartedly agree. Now please pass the olive oil and focaccia so I may be joyful.