A few months ago, I received an invitation to review a food truck and at the time I was busy. Not the, “I have to wash my hair” fake kind of busy, but more of the “Did I put on deodorant this morning?” kind of busy. I was in a place where I was so
I think the universe wants to make me fall in love with breakfast. I say that because in the last few weeks I’ve found myself at tables being served breakfast food more than anything else. In no way am I rejecting the sign being delivered on plates early in the morning, but I am saying