Fork it.

Marc and I took a wonderful walk on Sunday through Greenwich Village. It was a rare, unseasonably warm day for April. I’ve been struggling with some obscure stomach virus for about 2 weeks–which didn’t stop me from having a bite at Peanut Butter & Co.–and was grateful to finally be out of the apartment. This is also a rare photo of Marc with a near-smile on his face, so I’m thrilled!

Yum, yum, yummy, yum, peanut butter, yum, yum. I love peanut butter, yummy, yum, yum, yum. This is my peanut butter song. Yummy, yum, yum.