$1 polyester shirt from the thrift store. Hours and hours of entertainment. Much bang for the buck.
Impromptu picnic at Griffith Park with the old work folks. I brought my little folding camp stove.
And made mussels steamed in wine and butter. So much easier and faster to prepare than the usual barbeque fare. Bonus points for being all fancy schmancy, but took less than 5 minutes total prep time. De-beard mussels. Throw in pot with wine and butter. Pluck a lemon from the tree. Chop some parsley. Chuck it all into the cooler. Plonk it on the camp stove. Turn it on. Easy peesy yummy.
BAH! This nature thing.
What do you mean there's a $25 cover charge?
Drug dealing behind the tables at Griffith Park.
Dueling marshmallow roasting.
S'more please.
Henie had a cocktail party tonight. I invented a dessert for her. Honey Papaya Brulee Tart. It turned out exactly like how I imagined it. Texture was somewhere in between a creme brulee and a soufle. With just enough toasted pistachios for crunch, color, and aroma. This was absolutely incredible. Incredible. Just a hint of honey and lime. And the papaya curd became complex, smooth, and mellow. Crispy blow torched sugar top. Incredible I tell ya! Incredible. But alas, I have no clue how to make this again. I didn't measure anything and I've forgotten what ingredients I used. I must start writing these things down as I'm making them.
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