That's what my daughter has dubbed her internship as a food writer covering New York City's restaurant and dining scene. She's enjoying herself and learning so much, but last night for a story about summer's best dishes, she began to get a little punchy with the adjectives as she tried to come up with different ways to describe the "nutty flavor of asparagus" or "the woodiness of summer truffles" or "the bright fresh notes of citrus." "It's all a thrill to my palate," she laughed. "Let me count the ways."
She did get her story done, even though she was up till the wee hours of the morning finishing up. There she is hard at work. And there she is a little while later, taking a break to watch So You Think You Can Dance with her mama. We are such fans of that show. I think my girl has a well-functioning pressure release valve, much like her daddy. When things get too stressful, she takes mini breaks and regains her sense of humor about it all. I learn so much from her.