This week.

Matt is in Colorado, hiking.

I’m at home, working. But just for a bit.

Tomorrow I fly to Atlanta, where I’ll be speaking at the BlogHer Food Conference. Though I’ve been blogging about food for, wow, more than six years now, I’ve only met a few bloggers in person. I'm curious to see if the rest of you actually exist in 3-D.

After that, I fly straight to New York City, where I have a humdinger of a schedule already set. Among other things—exciting things!—I’ll be at BookExpo America signing books and then speaking on the Author Insight Stage with none other than the fabulous Melissa Clark. I can’t wait.

This is all to say that this week, here in Boston, I’ve been a bit frazzled. It’s hard to sleep when you’re this excited. It’s hard to remember where you left your keys, or the remote, or your favorite pair of shoes when your mind is already in Atlanta or New York and certainly not here in Boston, among the menial objects of the day-to-day.

And eating? Well, that’s been simple. These last few days I’ve found myself reverting back to the dishes I cooked for myself when Matt was in Afghanistan—the quick, easy, vegetarian kind that I love to eat when I’m alone. Usually some kind of vegetable, preferably green in color. Parmesan cheese. Salt & pepper. Poached egg. Done.