And I don't mean eggs. (Which reminds me--how could I have been talking about freebasing eggs, and not make a "this is your brain on drugs" joke? What a waste.)
Tag: carrots
Mmmm, Montreal
Now I'm _really_ back. Echoing my May itinerary, I did a full North American tour in a week, swapping my bag of sweaty tank tops and sandals for leather pants and a wool sweater and heading up north to Montreal.
Duck, duck, grease
Last night was Sunday and Peter's birthday--a double call for dinner. Tamara's sharp invitation to dinner at Peter's new apartment (housewarming too: make that a triple call for dinner) reminded us it was his Jesus year, and that the birthday boy should be affectionately referred to as "you fucking fag."
Adrienne’s Respiratory Cure
Perhaps too late for some of the most congested, but Adrienne emailed me her vegetable stock recipe today (and she hadn't even heard me hacking like an old man).
Anginares up the wazoo
Anginares sounds like a medical condition, but it's just the Greek word for artichokes, which I sampled in spades last week.