Snack [Trek] of the Afternoon, 8/31/10: COOLHAUS TRUCK

August 31, 2010

Are the walls blocking the truck, or making this pic artsy?

Okay, the Coolhaus truck was here. I met the unicorn. (It even has a horn? Or a cool pink protrusion?) Some say that you should never meet your unicorns, for they will always disappoint you. I wasn’t disappointed, per se, but conditions were not ideal. (Starting with my Oregon Trail-style drinking-of-bad-water at 7:15am.)

One very cool thing about the truck is the use of decorative magnets to post both the day’s menu and pictures of famous architects. (Another cool thing is the story of the founders. It’s on the site.)

I was saddened by the lack of "dirty mint chip" today-- whatever that means.

I remember this name from my years of being an architecture student’s roommate. (Also: Corbusier.)

Koolhaas on Coolhaus.

My original dream order, based on the website, was one snickerdoodle cookie and one ginger cookie, with dirty mint chip. (I don’t know what makes it dirty, but I wanted to find out!)

Unfortunately life doesn’t always hand us dirty mint chip. By the time I got to the truck, pickings were slim. I ended up getting one snickerdoodle cookie and one chocolate chip cookie, with carrot cake ice cream. And I got co-worker Daphne her alternate: chocolate chip cookies with peanut butter. Here’s an architecturally unsound shot. (My hands are small!)

Double decker!

If you look in the bottom left corner of that picture, my cardigan kind of blends with the carpet and it looks like my hand is floating in space. I’m Thing from “The Addams Family!” (That’s why you never see my face.) (Also… that’s why my flavor descriptions are limited. I have no mouth!)

I’m sorry, these pictures are kind of blurry and sucky. I’ve been holding myself to a higher standard lately. But sometimes life doesn’t hand you super-clear pictures OR dirty mint chip. You still gotta post SOMETHING.

Eat this ad.

The ice cream sandwiches are wrapped in edible paper, which is apparently made of potato starch… something like that. I was hoping it would be made of sugar. I ate some just for the heck of it, but it tasted like… actual paper, only a bit more melt-in-your-mouth. Not my new favorite snack or anything. But interesting.

And of course the paper had an ad on it. They should print fake government secrets. Eat after reading!

My mistake was that I actually ate the big chunk of carrot cake that was in my carrot cake ice cream. I felt a little stomach-unhappy after that. (Also– Cake mixed in with ice cream, served on a cookie? Really, Elysse?) (At least there were real carrot-pieces. Vegetable to the rescue!)

Here’s a very noir shot of that situation…

Triple dessert threat.

Looks like I was eating it in jail. I ought to be locked up, for this behavior.

Actually, I put the whole thing in a bowl and ate it very conventionally. I like to try everything separately, together, etc etc. The snickerdoodle was not quite as soft as I like my cookies (though I was happy to have a reason not to eat the whole thing– especially since I ate more carrot cake than I’d bargained for), but the chocolate chip cookie was just right.

Playing with my food./Demolition.

So I had a kinda mixed experience due to multiple factors (I was also in a MOOD because I’m trying a new hair product and it gave me a BAD HAIR DAY), but I’m definitely open to revisiting this truck.

Hopefully next time they have the dirty mint chip! Or the red velvet ice cream– if it’s anything like carrot cake, I’m guessing it’s red velvet cake smooshed into vanilla ice cream. Color me intrigued. (Even though the red velvet identity crisis rages on, especially after eating a red velvet from SPRINKLES on Saturday and not feeling true love for it.) (My heart belonged to cinnamon? Never thought I’d say THAT.) (Although… I DID choose a snickerdoodle today. I feel another identity crisis coming on!)

Next time, I hope to go with Lauren! I know she’ll delight in the architect magnets… and the desserts.

xoxo…

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Snack Trek: GETTY VILLA PICNIC- The Savories

August 31, 2010

A-picnicking we go!

Saturday’s birthday surprise excursion picnic was so epic that posting all of the pictures in one post would prove… unwieldy. (And I should know– I’m the queen of too-long posts.) I decided to split the experience into three posts– The Savories, The Sweets, and The Villa. (As you’ll see, the villa has a few built-in snacks of its own.)

This post is The Savories. Not actually sure if everything here counts as an official Savory Food, but this post is dedicated to everything that happened pre-dessert.

The whole drive, I kept revising my guesses as we passed through different neighborhoods. Cole had hinted that we’d be going to Little Tokyo, but as soon as we set out I knew that wasn’t the case. Hollywood? Nope, we passed it. Beverly Hills? Nope, we turned and got on the freeway. The Museum of Tolerance? (Haha.) Nope, kept going on the 10 West. Venice? Nope, headed to the PCH. Zuma Beach? Nope. When I finally guessed the Getty Villa, we were really close to it. And I was REALLY excited.

And when I found out that we were having a picnic, I was DOUBLE excited. I haven’t been on a picnic… since I was a kid? And I LOVE picnics. I don’t even know if Lauren knew how much I love picnics! (I’m just too uncool to ever pull one together… that’s what friends are for.)

I’m violating my no-faces rule because these pictures of Lauren and Cole are so adorable. Between that first picture and us actually locating the picnic area, I (the only one not lugging stuff– thanks guys!) doubled back to find a map, and it turns out that doubling back is not easy at the Getty Villa. It’s a labyrinth! (I should have sprinkled cupcake crumbs to guide my way.)

When we found the picnic area, it was lovely. Reminded me of a rest area at a (very manicured) national park. Some other group was singing happy birthday (to somebody else), and we joked that they were part of the surprise.

Mischief managed!

I’m a lazy butt and would have brought plasticware and party cups, but of course Lauren went all out with real silverware, Mason jars for cups, and IBC root beer in glass bottles. Aesthetically pleasing! (And Lauren must be strong! Wow.)

Drink me.

You can see in that picture that Lauren brought sliced cantaloupe and kettle corn. She also brought all manner of delicious carbs…

Eat me.

I was having some problems camera/exposure-wise, with the light/shade. But I think that picture is the worst of them.

Lauren MADE bruschetta (SKILLZ) and brought Sabra hummus and some sort of dip that involved pesto and sun-dried tomatoes, so I started out with a plate of what I am referring to here as “savories.”

So much tomato/basil tastebud love on one plate.

Not only was the bruschetta super fresh and restaurant-quality tasty, but Lauren made it TO TASTE. Like, no set amount of ingredients. I didn’t ask her if she learned that while studying abroad in Italy. Will I gain that type of knowledge if I move there? (Lauren last lived with me two years ago, and I still have some of her recipes up on the fridge… but I’ve never cooked them. I’m not worthy.)

My second plate contained a melon/kettle corn/Australian licorice medley…

What a team.

Lauren selected the cantaloupe using some sort of smell test that I’ve never heard of before. Smelling its belly button? (Does a melon have a belly?) I was taught to shake melons and listen for the seeds, but I can never tell if I’m hearing the seeds or just… general swishing.

Whatever she did, it worked.

As much as I was stuffing myself with all my snacky favorites, I knew that dessert was on the horizon. (And Spitz was on the horizon’s horizon.)

Here’s a sneak preview of The Sweets. Of course, Lauren and Cole brought BOTH of my favorites: Cupcakes AND French macarons. (Apparently French macarons are the new cupcakes? Fingers crossed!) (And my spell check still wants me to call them macaroons, so you might see me cave sometimes and spell it that way.)

Cole went all-out and brought Sprinkles cupcakes, from Beverly Hills.

I love that colorful chart.

The chart is probably too small to read on the blog, but a perfect day to go to Sprinkles (for ME) would be a Friday, because that’s the only day they have chai latte, and they also have pumpkin (!). Although on a Thursday you could try carrot and mocha.

But no regrets. There is so much pumpkin in my near future. Fall is coming. (Apparently pumpkin spice lattes are back today at Starbucks.)

Oh, sorry to digress about Sprinkles/pumpkin-y-ness. The macarons were from Trader Joe’s. Not to SPOILER ALERT, but for a frozen-section treat they were surprisingly light and fresh.

These macarons are pawns in a board game?

Ooh, I feel an idea coming on: a pumpkin pie flavored MACARON. I bet they already exist, since ketchup-flavored macarons are out there. (Thanks for the link, Allison!) (Maybe no thanks? Maybe barfs?) As much as I love ketchup, I have my limits. I feel queasy just thinking about ketchup macarons. Desserts and ketchup… not so much. I won’t knock ‘em ’til I’ve tried them, but… I don’t know if I’d want to try them.

Theoretically the next post in this series should be “The Sweets,” but I already have the pictures for “The Villa” prepped and ready. (I can’t choose between dessert pics! As if it matters that much!) So we’ll see what pops up next. The suspense is (probably not) killing you.

On Passover we say “dayenu,” meaning “it would have been enough.” Saturday was a total Dayenu situation. The goodness just kept coming, when any one thing would have already delighted me so much! Hopefully these posts are a Dayenu for you, too. I’m trying to avoid making them into a big long draggy Seder.

Okay, Jew analogies aside– To Be Continued…

xoxo…

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Famous Last Words

August 31, 2010

Not again.

So the trucks that come to our office’s parking lot are listed in a Google calendar. I check it every day at lunch. Yesterday I realized that the truckage is going to continue into next month. And the Dim Sum Truck will be back! YES!

I’ve tried almost every truck I’ve WANTED to try, with one exception: The Coolhaus Truck. Delicious ice cream/cookie sandwiches inspired by architecture? Yes yes yes. Lauren and I were discussing our desire to seek out the Coolhaus truck when she was here last Sunday. (She was an architecture major, so she GETS IT.) It’s the unicorn of food trucks.

Anyway, yesterday I glanced at the updated calendar and saw that Coolhaus is coming here. TODAY. As co-worker Bryan and I were celebrating, I joked, “Nothing will stop me from getting Coolhaus! If I am over the toilet with food poisoning, I will halt my barfing to go to the truck.”

Well, guess who has a sad, burbling stomach today? (I think it’s because post-gym this morning, I drank out of a week-old water bottle that’s been sitting in my car.) (In my defense: I do it all the time…?)

Moral of the story: NEVER JOKE ABOUT ANYTHING.

But I think I’m starting to feel better. I WILL RALLY FOR COOLHAUS. (I will try.) (And I hope it’s better than Diddy Riese.)

Wish Lauren were here.

xoxo…

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Snack Trek: DONER KEBABS & SWEET POTATO FRIES @ SPITZ (!!!)

August 30, 2010

Reunited and it feels so good.

I’m still overwhelmed by picnic pics (and I edit them in a program called Picnik, very appropriate), so I’m going to start with the Spitz post. I can’t choose between these pictures, either, but there are few enough that I can just slap them all up.

There are so many different variations of kabobs/kebabs/kebaps out there. I’m spelling it the way Spitz spells it, for this post. When in Rome…

Perfect segue, because Lauren became infatuated with doner kebab while she was studying abroad in Italy. When she returned, she searched LA for doner kebabs. You would think that would be an easy search, but LA is not as street-carty as Europe, or even New York. Eventually Lauren discovered Spitz, which at the time had only one small location, in Eagle Rock.

We waited ever-so-patiently for the Little Tokyo location to finally finally open, and it was worth the wait– closer to our apartment, hipper, more seating, Yogurtland and Pinkberry adjacent. (The other night there was a DJ spinning some great ambiance music– not too loud for conversation to flow.)

So Spitz became a thing that Lauren and I would do. And it’s just not the same to eat there without her. So I generally don’t. What was once our special roomie place is now our special former-roomie reunion place.

Reuniting with Spitz and Lauren is like… hmm, how can I analogize this? Like birds of a feather, flocking together? Like kingdoms joining forces? Like two asteroids colliding?

Whatever it is, it involves years of friendship and a whole lot of deliciousness. And a dash of spice, if I forget to ask for no chili sauce (but I can take it!).

Lauren and I both got the chicken doner kebab plate with sweet potato fries. She got sandwich-style, on focaccia bread (apparently that’s European style), and I got mine in a lavash wrap (Mediterranean style, as pictured at the top). Here’s Lauren’s:

Dear Lauren, Thank you for allowing me to cockblock your food and take pictures of it.

And just to show you the grilly goodness of my wrap once it’s un-foiled (is that the inspiration for the word “unfurled”? I’m guessing no…), here’s another picture of it.

The meat is flat!

As I mentioned in the caption, the meat is flat. Ingenious, for a wrap. Well played!

And here is a picture of my wrap where it appears to be photobombing the rest of my dinner. And it looks like a good-natured shark!

PHOTOBOMB!

And of course I have to spend a moment or two discussing the sweet potato fries. It sounds crazy, but I wish more of my fries had been soggy. I love soggy fries, and mildly soggy cereal. I think soggy fries are a sign of cardiac-arresting levels of greasiness (or oldness?), but the heart wants what the heart wants. (Even if what it wants is going to make it break, as in stop working?)

BUT whatever, my complaint is strange. I love these fries because they really taste like sweet potatoes, but not in an undercooked way. There are sweet potato fries that taste like regular fries, and there are sweet potato fries that just taste like chopped up, heated sweet potatoes. The sweet potato fries at Spitz contain the perfect blend of sweet potato essence and fry-ness.

Snack attack!

I actually took that picture for a potential future header, because I never like any of the sweet potato fry pics on Google images.

Spitz parcels out its ketchup in the typical Heinz packets, and I always manage to go through a very large handful. Looks like this ketchup just lost a war. I titled this picture “Ketchup Victims” on my Flickr.

Why must the good die young?

Speaking of heart attacks, I try to avoid the dip that comes with the fries, as it probably consists mainly of mayonnaise. (I was using the lid and the foil for the ketchup because it always seeps through napkins.)

Lauren knows all too well of my ketchup-slaughtering ways, and in fact earlier in the day she had given me a set of personalized note cards featuring pictures of some of my favorite things, including the incredibly apt “I [heart] ketchup.” (Before I opened it, I thought the ketchup bottle was booze.)

She knows me too well...

That’s when you know you have a ketchup problem. The next surprise I get from Lauren and Cole just might be a ketchup intervention.

As much as I love the Spitz take on the kebab, my heart yearns to find an LA version of what I had in Israel (I think that would be called falafel/pita/shawerma). They put French fries in the pita! If anybody knows about a place like that… please let me know. There is room in my heart for EVERY type of kebab.

Love and ketchup!

xoxo…

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The Primetime Emmys Are Tonight!

August 29, 2010

Why didn't anybody tell us about this?

Another year, another Emmys telecast. Spoiler alert: I’m not going to win anything!

When I was in college I worked as a cater-waiter at the post-Emmys ball one year, two weekends in a row. (Kathy Griffin refers to that first weekend– the Creative Arts Emmys– as the “Shmemmys.”) It was a total “Party Down” experience.

I waited on a table of winning cinematographers on the Creative Arts weekend, and they let me hold one of their statues. (Emmys are heavy!) The Primetime weekend I waited on a random upstairs table, nowhere near then-host Conan O’Brien. I wasn’t even allowed to look downstairs. Sadness.

Come to think of it… I made more money per hour waiting those tables than I have at any job before or since. AND when my shift ended I was allowed to eat very fancy leftover cake, in the back kitchen. Wow. Time to examine my life choices.

Of COURSE my Emmys story is a food/cake story. That’s why this blog is about food and TV. The two are intertwined in my brain.

I wasn’t necessarily planning on watching tonight’s Emmys (isn’t “Mad Men” on?), but it sounds like there are a bunch of fun bits planned. AND I’ve been invited to watch them in a setting that involves TV-friends, food, and more birthday kudos. (Apparently I’m going to be milking this 24th birthday until I’m 30.)

So… count me in! And in case you couldn’t tell from the accompanying photo, I’m on team “Modern Family.” (Sorry “30 Rock,” but you’ve already won so many times!)

xoxo…

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Sneak Peek: My Birthday Surprise

August 29, 2010

Surrender, macarons! (Or... surrender TO them?)

Yesterday was my big birthday surprise event, masterminded by Lauren. It turned out to be a picnic at the Getty Villa! With all my favorite snacks. Amazing amazing amazing.

Plus, Lauren and Cole indulged me as I did some food styling/photo-taking. I couldn’t resist! (Adorable name/heart pillow was hand-crafted by Lauren, but of course!) (Ditto re: the flag.)

I am sifting through so many great pictures (and trying to choose between the camera-camera pics and the phone-camera pics), but I thought I’d give you a sneak peek and let you know that more delicious pics are on the way.

xoxo…

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Snack Trek: SOUPLANTATION!!!

August 28, 2010

There's no such thing as too much salad!

Cole and I love love love to go to Souplantation, known as Sweet Tomatoes on the East Coast. (Is it heart-y because we love it, or do we love it because it’s heart-y?) It’s a great deal by LA food-price standards– about $10 for everything from salad to dessert. (And that happens to be what I took pictures of when we went last night.)

The clientele in Souplantation can be a bit strange (we once saw a whole family BLINGED out– from baby to grandma), so you never have to worry when you gossip about Hollywood people. They aren’t there! Cole and I were really excited when we read that Janeane Garofalo and Kathy Griffin used to eat together at Souplantation before they were famous. Although we eat at this lowish brow establishment, we just might be destined for greatness, too.

The cookies in the dessert area are really good, but they’re not always there. I try to check there first and grab a plateful, just in case they disappear by dessert time.

If this isn’t proof that maybe I should be a food stylist, I don’t know what is:

American as whatever-this-is.

That’s chocolate lava cake, vanilla frozen yogurt, peanuts, a cookie, and AMERICAN sprinkles. So patriotic right now. (Wrong month?)

Okay, gotta get to get ready for this secret excursion. I know now that I should wear sunscreen, and that an eating opportunity will occur at 2pm. (Lauren texted me: “We will not let you go hungry!!”)

Some other time I will have to dedicate a post to the soups of Souplantation. I have a childhood attachment to the big-noodled Chicken Noodle, but I generally eat half-bowls of every soup that sounds delicious.

Sometimes I think this blog should just be a subsidiary of This is Why You’re Fat.

Until we snack again!

xoxo…

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Bun Wars: Battle of the Bun (Phamish/Tao Truck)

August 28, 2010

Aiiiiieee!!!

Okay, crazy title and fighting kittens picture aside, this entry is just going to be pictures of bun, because I was lucky enough to have bun twice within the past week or so.

Bun is a Vietnamese noodle dish. I believe it’s pronounced “BOON.”

Whenever my family goes out for Vietnamese food, my dad always orders. I prep him to say pho as “FUH” and bun as “BOON,” but somehow he always ends up saying “FAUX” and “BUN.” You might call that a… PHO pas! (Get it? Get it?) (I just used it wrong.)

First up, last Thursday I had the tough decision between having Phamish‘s banh mi sandwich (again), or trying the bun. (They’re not selling pho right now… it’s too hot out or something.) You already know what I chose, or this wouldn’t be a BUN WAR.

Lemongrass Chicken Bun from Phamish.

The lemongrass chicken was delectable (same chicken from the banh mi), and to my delight I crossed paths with daikon once again. (The daikon is the white veggie on the left that looks like noodles… the actual rice noodles are under the chicken.) I probably could have stopped after I ate half, but I ended up finishing it, because… deliciousness.

The noodles were bigger than I expected– I’m used to vermicelli in bun, but these were spaghetti sized. My opinion on noodles is usually the thinner the better. (But don’t go getting all anorexic on me, noodles!) BUT in this case… size didn’t matter. I really enjoyed them.

The biggest key to success was the inclusion of the fish sauce. It really makes a bun a bun, and adds a lot of flavor/moisture.

Okay, on to the Tao Truck. (That’s not the link to the official site, because Google warns me that it’s virus-y.) After the delight of Phamish, I was craving bun again. Lo and behold– yesterday the Tao Truck rolled around, offering more Vietnamese lunchiness.

Tao Truck's bun steps up to the plate.

I was immediately excited to see thinner noodles, and disappointed by the lack of a fish sauce container. But as it turned out, the noodles seemed undercooked, and were quite dry. The chicken was… not as delicious. And the salad was more generic, less complex. One of my coworkers– who hadn’t even had the Phamish bun– expressed great disappointment in the overall package.

I forged on and ate it, but had enough left to take this delightful bowl-of-crazy-noodles picture at the end. (Usually once I start eating, I forget to take any more pictures because I’m like… foooood.)

Noodling around.

Let’s hear it for the winner (and still champion): Phamish. (One friend who saw both bun pics described Phamish’s as looking “heartier,” and that’s apt.) (Also, hearty on paper looks like it means, full of hearts. Like maybe, more worthy of love? Heart heart heart. I’m such a girl.)

If they come around again, I will have a very hard time choosing between the bun and the banh mi. But I won’t get both, because that’s too gluttonous. Even for this kid.

Snack ya later.

xoxo…

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The Daily Sandwich: CHICKEN KABOB PITA WRAP (Gourmet Genie)

August 27, 2010

SANDWICH GUTS!

Another day, another sandwich from a truck gracing our parking lot with its presence. Today’s sandwich comes from Gourmet Genie. I consider this a warm-up for tomorrow’s SPITZ feast with Lauren & Cole! (Looong overdue.)

(Lauren has planned some sort of secret birthday excursion for me, and it’s going down tomorrow. The only part I’m privy to is that we’re having dinner at Spitz.) (I’m guessing it’s some sort of crafty/museum-y thing, but I think it could also be food-related… haha, then we could both blog it!) (Just committing these to paper so that if I’m right, I can say, “I guessed it!” with some sort of verification that I DID guess it.) (Though these guesses are super vague.)

Anyway, THIS pita wrap… The chicken was juicy, the whole grilled cherry tomatoes were right up my alley. I’m not so much for the Zankou-style garlic sauce. The white waxiness makes me think that it must be lethal, calorically. And the pita was a bit unsubstantial for my pita tastes.

Aw, but I hate being critical of food that was overall inoffensive. I mean, on one hand I have opinions. But on the other hand– this food is somebody’s baby! (And on the OTHER hand… I’m Tevye from FIDDLER ON THE ROOF?)

I ate your baby, Genie. Whatcha gonna do about it?

xoxo…

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Snack of the Afternoon, 8/25/10: HOMEMADE APPLE PIE a la MODE

August 26, 2010

This pie is in shadow jail!

It’s about time we had a pie on this blog! Right? I’m not sure why the universe hands me so much more cake than pie, but hopefully this ratio will shift, come Thanksgiving-time.

Sorry for not posting this in the AFTERNOON. (Not that you care.) Yesterday was a whirlwind. Whoop, there it went. I had a very long day and conked out on my bed mid-IM. (Sorry, everybody I fell asleep on. It’s not you– it’s me!) (Haha, upon rereading– I didn’t LITERALLY fall asleep ON them.) (So I claim…)

I’m notorious amongst everyone I’ve ever lived with for being a sort of Energizer Bunny– I’m up and I’m going and I’m going and I’m going. And when I reach the point of exhaustion (er, to extend the metaphor– when my batteries run out), I fall asleep wherever I am. Couch, bed, floor… as Bea would say, DONE. (Also: sorry, Bea– you were an ignored-IM victim.)

But usually when this happens, I wake up around 3am and put myself to sleep properly. So I just started to do that… and realized that it was 5:45am. And my alarm was 15 minutes away from ringing. But luckily I’m awake. Just disoriented about what time it is.

So I’m on a clock to do this entry fast and go to the gym! Ready, break!

Generally my version of apple pie is a Trader Joe’s Apple Walks into a Bar, crumbled into some vanilla yogurt or Cool Whip. So real, actual apple pie is like… whoa, decadence.

See the picture of the pie up above? That late afternoon light was so serendipitously gorgeous. Looks like an old-fashioned vision of a pie cooling in some country kitchen. I think the lattice crust adds to the going-back-in-time feeling. LATTICE! That takes old-fashioned talent.

(After we cut into the pie, everybody went, “Oh no, we didn’t take a picture of it!” I was like… puh-leeze. Of course I took one.)

Said pie was baked by co-worker Daphne, on the occasion of TWO writer birthdays. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THEM! (When somebody else has a birthday, it frees me from being the birthday person anymore. Whew! Duties over.) (There weren’t any birthday person duties.)

The pie contained both Fuji and Granny Smith apples (if I recall correctly), sliced thinner than I’ve ever seen in an apple pie. And they tasted great, so it totally worked out. (Sadly my picture isn’t clear enough to see the skillfulness of the slices.) (Is skillfulness a word? Spell check seems to think so.) (Gimme a break. It’s 6am.)

Also– I didn’t even realize why he was using the microwave until hours later (I’m slow on the uptake), but I suspect Benevolent Boss Man gave his slice a quick little heat-up. Amazing idea– that’s why they pay him the big bucks. (But it was good cold. No complaints!)

Apple pie a la mode!

Finally, a “something a la something” caption that is not a result of caption mental-block. (That’s my go-to when I’m stuck.)

Okay, now that I’ve eaten that pie/looked at it again, I really must hit the gymborino. Since my birthday miracle I have been able to do back bends every day– EXCEPT in my actual yoga class. My arms were pooped out. Figures.

The pie went like hotcakes (or like… pie). Not so much that purple ice cream cake– I’m still actively resisting it, as it lurks in the office freezer.

Until we snack again… (Oh my gosh, how did I not think of that before? Might replace xoxo…) (And if you want to add some spice, try sexoxo.) (Just thought of that one a few days ago… no no, stop thanking me, I’m blushing now.)

xoxo…

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