Chinese food & butterflake rolls

I swear I get fiercely homesick over the stupidest things.

Home, as much as I loathe to admit it sometimes, is Sacramento. Land of 100+ degree summers, tomatoes flying off open bed trucks to splatter alongside I5, and the scent of burning rice paddy fields heralding fall's arrival.( More on why I'm rambling about Sacramento )

Or is it really home anymore? I've grown awfully fond of the Emerald City and summers that won't kill you in a fiery blast as you step outside. In any case, Kieran is a native here and we have no plans to move from the area anytime soon. Our house owns us, not the other way around!