I didn’t know I was IN a best-bike-basket competition until I realized I was definitely losing the best-bike-basket competition.
Jalapeno shakshuka (+ tomatillos and xtra salsaaaa) for brunch, from the Darkest Kitchen In The World.
I noticed an unsettling trend while browsing the Netflix romantic comedy genre. (or systematically scrolling through 12 pages of listings, whatev). This trope of “male love interest(s) looking mischievously/supportively over the shoulder of female lead” needs to end.
MAY THIS BE A WARNING TO ALL FUTURE DUDE ROOMMATES/LIVE-IN WHATEVERBROS: I will make us pose for cheesy holiday card photos, and one theme one year will most definitely be “us as a Netflix-1.3-star romantic comedy.”
Pictoral recipe by Katie Shelly as a submission to Good’s Redesign the Recipe Contest. Check out Jenny Tang’s comic book submission as well, but I love any recipe that alludes to the timing skills necessary in the multitasking part of meal prep.
Neither here nor there, but food related: I read the Mark Bittman “How to Cook Everything Vegetarian” iPhone app has a timer built in to the recipe format. I can now envision myself yelling “FUCK YOU BITTMAN” as my arms wear out from stirring, or turning up the heat on onions just to BEAT THAT DAMN TIMER. Competition in my kitchen.
In other news: still unsuccessful finding a free copy of Gwyneth Paltrow’s cookbook to read aloud in a lockjaw. Will have to read early drafts of friends’ theses aloud instead.
DISPATCHES FROM MY FORAY INTO BUSINESS CLASSES:
Someone find me the study that found that a bright orange book cover promotes SYNERGY, ASSERTIVENESS, and POSITIVITY.
BREAKFAST FOR LUNCH/FALAFEL DAY MASHUP.
Vegansaurus - “Fools, this is a FAWAFFLE. Will wonders never cease?”
Q: How do you know you threw a brotastic house party?
A: You have to clean blue stains off the white paint from sweaty, denimed asses grinding against the walls. Bonus points for elevated surface grinding.
In Paris, they don’t know how to eat tacos, so a sign labeled “THE TRUTH” tells you how to eat them. Just reflect for a moment on a life without understanding intuitively how to eat a taco.
I also held a 14-hour-old baby goat. She tried to eat my hair.
SATURDAY RULED.
TRIUMPHANT RETURN TO HARLEY FARMS.
this time with llamas.
Happy Statehood Day, Arizona!
You smug bastard, AZ. I could never hate you.
(check it — had a really hard time picking which 1940s rodeo picture or which BEAUTIFUL Alfred Eisenstaedt picture to post from the Life archives on Google Books!)
ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT PROP TEAM WERE MOUNTAIN GOATS FANS.
