Yesterday

sounds like: cousin Nola's capitivating New Zealand/French accent, a pantsless Nicholas running amok (Wubbzy! Wubbzy!), Bon Iver, Basia Bulat, Chris Garneau, and Dustin O'Halloran.

tastes like: Turkish eggplant, lentil soup, pralines & creme ice cream, Sara Lee pound cake, seared beef tongue, and homemade mayonnaise.

feels like: food coma, pseudo-summer evenings, listening to slow music in the dark with my eyes closed, twenty six years old and still scared of Are You Afraid of the Dark?, exfoliated skin and clay facial masks.

smells like: garlic sizzling in olive oil, ripe white peaches, red crabs boiling in a blue dutch oven, morning coffee, a Côtes du Rhône red.

photo via la chica del solitario