They don’t call it the red-eye for nothing.
After exactly zero hours sleep on the plane, due an adjacent passenger’s classic “is there a doctor on the plane” scenario and a misty winding ride through the boroughs of NYC, I’ve awaken from a few cloudy hours of restless slumber and have no idea what time it is,
I don’t even know what time period I’m in- waking up in this timeless Brooklyn Brownstone..
I’ve added the black and white for dramatic effect, it doesn’t actually still look like this in Brooklyn.
I hear my elves in back in Seattle have whipped up some black and red pasta for you today..
Spaghetti Nero Alla Siciliana!
Cresti De Gallo, alla Bolognese
Conchiglie, in pumpkin and sage cream sauce!