comfort food

We found out this afternoon that the apartment we really, really liked would not be inhabited by us come January 1st. Instead someone who has been in their job longer than either of us will (which is supposed to be a sign of stability? Okay maybe, but still, how much of an indicator is that really?).

So we're back on the prowl for a NY apartment — a much harder task than it should be.

To help compensate, Doug brought home a bag of comfort food — 1.9 pounds of it.