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Birthday Bugs
Mykala put together a ladybug picnic-themed birthday for Essie’s third. These treats were delicious AND cute.
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Mykala put together a ladybug picnic-themed birthday for Essie’s third. These treats were delicious AND cute.
“PEANUT!” Ess exclaimed ecstatically from the back seat of the car.
Our confusion gave way to realization: Ess had chewed through to the middle her of apple and saw its seeds.
Some things we eat, some things we don’t.
“A little green food coloring will be fine; the monster looks amazing!” — I wasn’t trying to belittle Mykala’s awesome work, but now that I type it out, I bet it seemed that way.
Ever inventive and vigilant, Mykala responded: “I didn’t color it with food coloring, though.”
Eating at my birthday picnic. I’ll be 31 tomorrow. Mykala made delicious sandwiches with fixins from the Herbivorous Butcher. An utterly perfect day: in the 80s, sunny, not too much wind.
Essie’s word for bug is “bugah” or I suppose “bug-ah” but those two sounds blend together so seamlessly, and she so rarely says it once, that you really get bugahbugahbugahbugah. So that’s anything small and colored dark. Most things requiring a pincer grip. “What’s that?” we ask. “Bugahbugah. BUGAHBUGAHBUGAH.” comes her reply.
I’ve been taught to avoid excuses, first by my parents and then later in the wisdom of those I read. It was the latter that taught me an excuse for many things should never be offered when this a better explanation: “I didn’t care enough to produce the outcome you were looking for.” This is especially true when one is late. For years, if I was late, I would compose the reason in my head, what the extenuating circumstances were, why this was unusual, how I would correct it in the future. Then, with embarrassment, I realized these thoughtfully-composed reasons skirted reality: they were simply another way to say I hadn’t cared enough to be on time. So, while I have many interesting reasons (excuses) why I haven’t written here lately, it is quite simply because I haven’t cared enough to do it. But, I can’t let my birthday weekend come and go without listing the details of it. And also, I should write here more frequently.
It’s 10:30am. Present-me really wants to eat my lunch. Future-me wants present-me to wait. Who will win?
It has been five years since I went flying off my bike. Five years. 60 months. I still wear the Patagonia jacket I was wearing when that accident happened; wore it today, in fact. That’s a testament to Patagonia’s quality, I guess. I still don’t like most of their color schemes for their stuff, which explains why my jacket from them is all black. But like I said, great stuff.
Had these for the first time this summer. They are AMAZING. Those Mediterraneans have it all figured out.
Recently found out about United Noodle near our house—Mykala has put together some truly spectacular dishes since then, including this phở. Wow.
They were delicious, vegan, and contained burrito things.
This, now this is a bánh mì sandwich. Mykala made this from super fresh bread, garden fresh cucumber, fresh cilantro, fresh jalapeño, top secret tofu preparation, vegan mayo, and love. Anyway, I tasted love when I had it. Stupendous.
This is what “Creamy Grapefruit”, recipe 51 from The Big Book of Juices, looks like. It is absolutely, thoroughly delicious. Here’s what’s in (Mykala’s slightly modified) version:
14 hours are left until day one of my two-day hell-test sponsored by the Joint Commission on National Dental Examinations. And when I say “sponsored” I actually mean “questions written to mess with me” because I still had to pay $360 for the privilege of taking this thing. My wife has made every food (all the foods) in the kitchen for a delicious dinner tonight:
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