Have mercy, woman behind me

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You know how some people have those unfortunate voices that really carry and thus always sound loud and like you're being forced to listen to their conversation? Well, such is that of the woman seated directly behind me on the plane. For nearly two hours now, I've been "forced" to listen to the most inane babble about organizing shows for 2-5 year old girls, teaching them gymnastics and balance beam, etc, in addition to random tips for parenting (not helpful thus far). As best I can be, I'm immersed in an article about caciocavallo, a southern Italian cheese that sounds pretty great. The name means 'cheese on horseback' which, I feel, is one of those typically delightful Italian monikers. Tom is watching a hilariously intense podcast from Harvard engineering on sous vide cooking.

On the plane, armed with food mags and books

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The boys were hellions this morning, and I'm not sure I've ever been so glad to say goodbye. Though I don't love to fly, I'm actually thrilled to be on the plane, in relative silence, literally heading away, away, away. I haven't flown out of Dulles in ages; the new parts are quite nice and very reminiscent of a Lego city, especially the tram which had a little fire extinguisher holder just like something you'd find in the airport set.

We have reservations at Higgins tonight, and I can't wait- have heard some great reviews! Thank you to all the enthusiastic food52ers who shared such great Portland-area info with me.

Off to my mags and books and maybe a nap. Happy Friday all!