The day after an evening of bubble drinking seemed to call out for eating things rooted to the earth. Potatoes and shallots slowly fried up into crisp little bits alongside a one-egg omelette, and later a hot espresso cortado from La Nueva Bakery, seemed kind of perfect for the first day of the new year.
A walk around the neighborhood on a Tuesday that felt like a Sunday turned up January roses sitting atop thorny branches. And a little pile of neatly arranged acorns at the base of a tree.
Happy New Year to you.