Just biked home from the red hook vendors with a sweet, delicious watermelon juice in my hand. I’m having trouble drinking it now, because all the watermelon chunks are getting stuck in the straw. So so good.
And this in my belly:
Most of it, at least. I always get the pupusas, but I was early (11am–people don’t want this stuff for breakfast?) and the pupusa truck hadn’t arrived yet. He pulled into a spot next to me and started setting up as I stuffed myself with the amazing quesadilla.
Happy memorial day : )