My grandpa’s homemade chicken noodle soup.

We have it at the start of every meal for every holiday. It actually doesn’t even have chicken in it. For some reason, Hungarians use chicken to make the broth, but take it out and eat it after they eat the soup as another course with horseradish. I’m not really into that. But this soup is perfect. It so simple, just noodles and carrots and broth but I swear nothing is better. Sometimes papa makes it for me when I’m really sick too. For the rest of my life, I’ll remember this soup and how it made the rough, usually somewhat unpleasant holidays with my dysfunctional family a little warmer and happier.

Blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese kind of morning. (Taken with Instagram at Kettleman’s Bagels)

By the way, this was my breakfast. (Taken with instagram)

Vanilla coke fudge ripple float. Nomnom (Taken with Instagram at Governor’s Pointe)

This morning I discovered an amazingggg bagel place and a drive thru DD around the corner from where I work. Win. (Taken with Instagram at Henning’s Flower Fair)

If I could eat this every day the world would be a better place. (Taken with Instagram at Some Hotel in Laurel)