quite possibly a new favorite food.

really salty and buttery, not fully cooked in the middle, hard-boiled eggs.

they are divine. and taste especially good after not eating much at work. i always arrive home just starving so i really appreciate the food i eat when i finally get home. generally includes fresh bread that i buy from my new favorite boulanger across the street.

on the metro ride home, a man with a guitar got on at opera and stayed until republique. he sang in spanish. first he sang 'my way.' nothing like a little frank sinatra in spanish on the metro in paris. (did you know that 'my way' was not first sung by frank sinatra? oh no, friends, not frank, but paul anka. why do i know this? cbs sunday morning.) then he sang 'besame mucho,' which is just a wonderful song, and he put a new twist on it that i had not previously heard. i actually considered giving him some money. but then i got off the metro...

i ran into ed when i got off the metro at belleville because i wanted to get some cinnamon to put in my apple juice when i heat it up. i had looked at franprix this weekend for it and had no luck. no luck at ed, either. when i was walking out, i thought, 'jesus christ, this is paris, you can find anything in paris. it's not like this is fucking timbuktu.' and then i thought some more...'shit, id probably have better luck in timbuktu.'

no cinnamon. no big deal.

lots of work to do tonight. yippee skippee.