who knew philadelphia was such a calorie counting buster? if you did, you should have warned me. i am pretty sure i ingested more saturated fat this weekend than my yearly allowance, but i have no shame. you only get cheesesteaks and soft pretzels worth their weight in gold once in your life. in other news, philly has this great venue called the reading terminal market. brilliant. it was the perfect combination of farmer's market, food stand, kitschy knick-knack store goodness. many of the pennsylvania dutch families have business there and you know what that means: yum. a must see if traveling to the city of brotherly love. fair warning: bring clothes with some extra give.