Adam and I are recovering from our east coast food fest/peak foliage fall extravaganza. It’s taken about 24 hours, but I am finally coming out of my food coma. #RealTalk I am surprised my clothes still fit.
We planned our trip with the goal of seeing the seasons change (we are mid-20s going on 65). While peak foliage (yes, this is a thing) is truly magical- food is the real way to my heart. Lucky for me, it just so happens that Vermont and Maine are prime places to overindulge and pack on lbs. Because I am a food opportunist, and because I am marrying a diet-saboteur, I jumped at the chance to eat with reckless abandon. In Vermont, this is [some of] #whatweate…(#whatweate in Maine to come later!)