an overdose on strawberry rhubarb jam and bread (which isn’t necessarily the worst drug to OD on),
long chats over ginger and fiji tea,
followed by a long train ride to Park Slope
an endeavor into cooking with achiote
and a 2-hour-long wait for the rice to be ready.
filled in between with sea salt chocolate,
lime flavored tortilla chips,
and bad salsa out of a jar.
while listening to old gospel songs and learning how to lindy hop for the 87th time in my life.
this time it will stick.
finally, radio jarocho at barbes.