Meet Jason. He’s my
not so little brother. And he’s one of the few people I know that appreciates flannel as much as I do.
I finally lured him to California.
Jason left North Carolina last Monday; I flew in to Denver later in the week to help drive the last 1,250 miles.
I’ll share more about our food adventures another time. For now, I’m just celebrating the arrival of my brother—we haven’t lived near each other in over seven years.