Jun
18
As I was driving today, windows open, the delicious scent of salami wafted into my car. Lost in my reverie of a scrumptious antipasti platter, it didn’t occur to me that it was summer in NYC and, therefore, hot outside, and that perhaps that smell wasn’t salami. I promptly closed my windows, my daydream broken by the unwelcome intrusion of this thought. NYC is kinda gross in the summer. Also, how do I love foods that smell so fetid? Perhaps I am gross, in general.
