Brunch at Rachel's. Sun. Hot, crispy baguettes transported on moto bikes from Comme à la Maison . Naps.
A Dutch friend tried her hand at American pancakes, all the while convincing me that what I should be cooking is savory Dutch versions, with cheese, bacon and apple filling. (She gaffawed when I told her that we sometimes eat an entire stack of these pancakes for breakfast.)
Off topic, I'm wondering how much I'm processing of this experience. While I've been fortunate to experience bright and warm moments here (and sometimes those moments just bowl me over with their intensity), it is still Cambodia and my work is . . .