Month: April 2012

Post #42: Life List No.63 – Treating Myself to Miette

 Welcome to the forty-second post of the Great Writing Challenge of 2012. Five days a week for six months, I will be given a topic to write about. The stipulation: it must be 250 words (or more), and positive in tone. If you would like to suggest topics for me to write about, please email me at TheRebeccaProject [at] gmail [dot] com. I met the Canadian for a gastronomic excursion last weekend, but this time we started with dessert from Miette. Who says you have to eat your meal first? [Source: Miette]{via simplesong} Miette is a beautiful patisserie and confiserie, specializing in making beautiful treats with premium ingredients. The way they display, package and present their goodies is just stunning, and the whole package takes your breath away.  My local Miette is in the Ferry Building in San Francisco, a mecca for artisanal food and upscale eateries. I have walked past on many occasions, but just never actually purchased myself a treat from there. Until the other day. Even on a cold, grey day I …

Post #41: The One Where I Hit A Wall

Welcome to the forty-first post of the Great Writing Challenge of 2012. Five days a week for six months, I will be given a topic to write about. The stipulation: it must be 250 words (or more), and positive in tone. If you would like to suggest topics for me to write about, please email me at TheRebeccaProject [at] gmail [dot] com. So I have hit a wall (but not literally). I am just so worn down right now. It’s far more than just being tired. That can correct itself with a sleep, but this runs much deeper. I feel like I have not had a full night’s sleep in a decade. My skin has broken out, and I’m just feeling… exhausted. You know what I mean? On our fortnightly culinary excursion last weekend, the Canadian and I discussed the issues facing us as humans existing in a way that is contrary to how we’re supposed to. In modern cities, we are surrounded by people, and yet are more lonely than ever before. Cue today’s …