I've realized that the problem with living alone isn't the intermittent loneliness you feel at random times during the day, or the fact that you have to clean the bathroom every time, or that the garbage doesn't get thrown out miraculously. No, the real problem is that when you want to cook something, you have to think about how to make it for one person so you don't get stuck eating it 4 days in a row.

Right now, among my many cravings is some gingerbread pancakes and cinnamon buns. I had one cinnamon bun at Aquitaine for brunch prior to coming back to Boston. Suffice it to say it did not satiate me. And I guess I had one prior to that one at Francesca Cafe the last Monday of December. Maybe I just love cinnamon buns that much? Also, I've been so happy eating roasted chestnuts and persimmons this winter! Food never fails to make me smile in spite of what's going on around me. (P.S. The fruit serving resolution is going strong...even though it's only been the 3rd day)