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... where ever I lay my frying pan. I say, nothing like being able to cook your own breaky and make your own decent cup o java. Gotta love summer in Vancouver, ridiculously fit yoga girls in Yaletown, fine BC beers on the patio, and fresh basil. My recessive Italian DNA is going mental. Olive oil in the viens I swear. Not sure if I'll have time to make a batch of Tiramisu. Maybe next time. Off to NYC on sunday for a week of chillaxin', then to New Jersey for a month of no star motels in Atlantic City. Ciao. Ciao.