Jackson Janet

Usually, my Friday morning includes an afternoon brunch at Boulevard Kitchen in downtown followed by frequent naps.  A perfect meal would be incomplete without a mesmerising dessert. So I park my Range Rover next to “Molten Me” and dive into a tarn of strawberry and enchanting red velvet waffles served with a sweet cream cheese glaze and ice cream. However, this Friday was not the same; rather this weekend I was sleep deprived due to anxiety and curiosity of what the Fed Chairperson Janet Yellen might sing at the Jackson Hole, Wyoming…