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I know. It’s been two weeks since my last post and you’ve been on the edge of your seat waiting for my next update. You can stop holding your breath now. It’s been a busy few weeks and that’s why I’ve been working hard this weekend to serve up a few fresh entries that I hope you come back to devour in their piping hot glory.
At the moment, I’m home for Thanksgiving. I think most of us can agree that no matter how badly we want to leave by the end of a long weekend, the first few days bring a familiar sensation of nostalgia: home-cooking, my favorite fuzzy slippers, my old bed and this monstrosity:
Not just the typical hot water thermos, but one with a panoramic view of the hot water gauge.
People have asked me about my worst experiences while traveling. My answer has always revolved around the few times I’ve been cold. First, because I am a climatically-challenged bowl of weak sauce and I freeze easily. Second, because the moments I’ve been cold have been the times that I’ve felt completely vulnerable and stripped of warmth, a basic necessity.
And where you do you find warmth? Home. Especially one with hot water and good views.


















