Four hours, two brunches, and a few very necessary scoopz of ice cream later, I have moved into my new apartment! You’re looking at the latest resident of lower Haight Street; let the fun (aka unpacking) begin.
In true cook fashion, my room is still a mélange of boxes and piles of clothing, but my kitchen is unpacked and ready to rock – desserts ain’t gonna make themselves. I haven’t tested the new oven yet, but be assured that some sugar-type thing will make its way out of there soon enough.
How I managed to sneak in a trip to my favorite place in the world (besides this place), discover a new brunch resto, and eat ice cream EVERYDAY is beyond me. But as Drake says, it’s 0 to 100 real quick.