No matter how long I’m gone, I don’t check luggage anymore. When I get off that plane I’m ready for adventure, and the lazy river luggage carousel isn’t my idea of a good time.
When I arrived at the BlogHer Food conference in San Francisco last week, it fell at the end of a two-week long road trip. I checked into the hotel Thursday with an overstuffed suitcase and a bulging briefcase and then proceeded—for the next three days and nights—to collect serious conference booty. Really good stuff too. Stuff that would have been nice to cart home (bottles of wine, charcouterie, cheese, oil and vinegar cruets . . . shaped like fire extinguishers!) What’s a carry-on-only girl to do?
Leaving the bulk to the hotel cleaning staff, I picked out four things that would fit in my very stuffed bags. Here’s what I kept.
Food Gawker T-Shirt—Let’s just say I’ve got a girly figure and the typical T-shirt does nothing for my short curvy frame. Once I saw theirs were simple, straightforward and fitted, I went looking for one. Bag it.
I was happy to make room for the scant 10-ounce box of Scharffen Berger unsweetened chocolate, enough to bake 5 pans of Cakey Fudgy Chewy Brownies, frost 2 1/2 of my Chocolate Cake That’s Got it All or make Hot Fudge Sauce for 3 dozen! That solid bar of chocolate—gold bullion to me—slid in one of the pockets just beautifully.
The Nielsen-Massey Vanilla was a tight fit but I managed to slip the 2-ounce bottle of liquid gold into my 1-quart bag (which made it through security just fine).
And finally, Luna Bars gave out ChicoBags. You roll that thing up and it’s no bigger than a pair of socks—an easy stash.
My book—Perfect One-Dish Dinners—was also a gift in one of those swag bags so I brought that home too. But from now on, I’m not assuming these conference attendees have got the luggage space to bring it home. I’m including a self-addressed stamped padded envelope with each book so that when people check out, they can hand the package to the concierge and say, “Pop this in the mail, would you?”