The Hungry Sumo New York Diet Washed Down By Some Blueberry Pancakes!

I think I am dealing with jetlag the same way I deal with manflu, which is essentially not very well.  As I write this I am in a catatonic state sprawled across my kitchen counter surrounded by a ridiculous amount of kitchenalia, which was accumulated on my visit to New York City last week.  A scene which is something similar to the result of a string of wild nights in but instead of empty glasses and a sticky floor I have a pile of heavy sparkly plates, an array of baking goodies which would make a clown wince, and various implements of torture and food preparation.

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