It’s a milestone of a day for me, and it has nothing to do with the 26+ miles I don’t run. Though I will be all too happy to bulk up on the carbs come Saturday night to show my support for the runners. A pasta exchange party should have been planned. My friends and I have been tossing the idea around. The host parboils several different shapes of pasta (it’s important to only partially cook the pasta, so when heated for guests with sauce, it can finish cooking in the sauce). The guests arrive with their bowl of sauce and fresh herbs… then it’s a pasta swap, with lots of parmesan and wine. I’ve been jonesing for paperadelle in a saffron leek with peas cream sauce. I’m glad I’m thinking of pasta not pain.
On Sunday, thankfully, though, I won’t be near the marathon. I’ll be here speaking about what it’s like to blog while writing a book. I certainly plan on doing a lot of photography that day, so actually, I’m fantastic not forlorn. Now, I’m off to Brooklyn for pizza and pictures (view them here).