Breakfast was at a little coffee shop in Northampton where I ordered a pecan sticky bun out of the nostalgia I already felt for the pie, before we bumped our way through traffic to D.C. and stopped at Burger King at a rest station on the way back, and I tried a Whopper, forgetting how big they are (Burger King has always been my least favorite of the franchises and they seem to emphasize bulk over flavor). When we finally got home we had Ethiopian beef tibs and watched the 90-minutes-in-30-minutes version of a Real Madrid game, and it was good to be home.
(Photo: Town Farm Road, Massachusetts.)
365 Days of Food 