It's weird when you grow up and get busy and then like three weeks'll go by and you haven't talked to your big sister. You don't feel good about it, but it does happen. Hence, during our epic road trip around the American west, Lance and I weren't about to leave Colorado without driving down to the city to see Melissa Sherowski. She cooked a miraculous pasta feast for us, and then the next morning we ate bagels at St. Marks. There was a lot of eating involved, obviously. My sister and her lady Sarah—they're the bestest. I miss them already. Family unit!!
That nice mornin light through blue bottles at St. Marks.