The masochistic foodie in me

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My stomach is growling, I can totally sit here on the gravel parking lot and eat a can of chili as a marvel at my mud speckled legs and just relax, but I’m in Napa and I want to eat good food, I know I can’t eat anything here, but the masochist in me pushes me into my car and drives my sorry redneck muddy self to Yountville.

I know summer has officially begun, because I am driving shirtless, my mountain bike is on my roof caked in mud, the Dead is blaring from my radio and both windows are down throwing my hair into a frenzy.


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Posted by Jasmin on Monday, April 4th, 2011. Filed under Jewish Blogs. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.

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