I am a big advocate of runny yolks in my sunny side up eggs.

How to tell people they sound racist

found on Otley's fb.

Ketchup with you soon!

I finally sent out my birthday evite after hemming and hawing over the title for the past two days. Thanks go to Sohe for becoming exasperated and just telling me to look up food jokes. Genius.

And yes, I did invite the west coast folk. Just because you live far away doesn't mean you're far away from my heart (insert awwwwwwwwwwww).

steph: what's the date again? the tenth?
me: yes.
steph: I didn't even look before I responded.
me: that's the mark of a good friend right there.


photo found on Pink Cupcake Vintage

It's all in the name

me: I don't know what to call my birthday picnic on the invite.
Sohe: hmmm. I wanted to say vina's veintiséis vichyssoise but it makes no sense.
26 potato soup lollollol
me: hahah, lame!
Sohe: because you like alliteration :)
me: oh. i love you.

"Do you remember that day you fell out of my window? Well, you fell on the concrete and nearly broke your ass and you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you off to the hospital. Do you remember that? Well, there’s something I never told you about that night. While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you and I never told you ‘til just now."

Home | Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros

Chateau Gateau's "After-school special" Pb&J cupcake

Saturday morning Chateau Gateau was the very first stop of Yelp's Cupcake Crawl. I went to support and visit La as she waited for the arrival of twenty-five cupcake enthusiasts. Toui and Ginnie were also there and we all spent the morning getting ready and gossiping about the other vendors at the farmers market (so-and-so doesn't sell local produce, le gasp!). For breakfast, I had a mediocre chocolate croissant (chocolate chips, really?) and coffee that I brought from home.

By nine the farmers market was insanely packed full of people, vendors, art, freshly-squeezed orange juice and beautifully exotic (translation: over-priced) flowers. I'm not usually one for large crowds of people but the farmers market kind is tolerable, enjoyable even. Most people at the farmers market are so pleasant. Imagine, if you will, all the bright and cheery mothereffers who willingly get out of bed pre-8 AM on a weekend. Now, imagine all of them in one location-buying long-stemmed sunflowers, squeezing and sniffing the last summer peaches, and watching their children play on the plaza stage. Vendors call out to these people, luring them with their siren's cry of local produce and baked goods. Cupcakes stand like sweet little soldiers on their glass cake platter. "You know you want us," they say. Yes, yes I do.

Flickr: mine. ginnie's.

Take the picture, take the picture!

I love this picture of Audrey Hepburn.

sometimes I forget.

Ukrainian Sand Animation

Intense.

Found on Spirit Animal

A soupçon of "Soup's On!"

Manhattan clam chowder is not chowder. Manhattan clam chowder happened when some clams took a walk and felt into a pot of minestrone.

"And I could be another fool or an exception to the rule"

Say Yes | Elliott Smith

Today I received a text from Natalie that nonchalantly said (as nonchalant as a text can be anyway) "I have to go to the ER."

Wha-wha-what?

Long story short, she had a low blood count and was in need of blood transfusions and multiple tests, i.e., poking and prodding. Sopha and I went to the hospital for support though she had already gone in by the time we arrived. We sat in the waiting room with her dad and friend (maybe cousin?) Teresa.

Not that the hospital waiting room is a place for tomfoolery but I think there should be more to keep you amused than just tables and uncomfortable chairs. A coverless, worn-out and three month old issue of Smithsonian magazine can only keep one's attention for so long. No thank you to the big-ass stack of the American Journal of Nursing. No food or drink allowed? I've been sitting here for five hours!! I do apologize for all the tweets and texts that were sent during this time.

The rest of the family eventually trickled in one by one. It's comforting to know that family and friends are there for you in times of emergency, even when it is unclear what the actual emergency is. Murphy, the hospital dog, came around to greet everyone and give slobbery kisses. I was able to pop into Nat's room (Where the hell is room 3?) and visit for a bit. The poor girl was bored out of her mind. Probably still is. Told her to call via hospital phone but she is hooked to an iv and can't reach it, womp womp. At least she has a tv, though it took her awhile to learn how to change the channels and for a while she could only watch Sesame Street.

Ah, c’est l’hôpital.

"Lights turned way down low & music soft & slow"

That's Where It's At | Sam Cooke

I am oh so very excited for the upcoming AVT crew potluck.

The menu:
spinach arugula salad
bread w/ butter and fresh radish
fresh sugar snap peas
campanelle w/ mushrooms & cream
linguine w/ "last days of summer" tomato sauce
roasted chicken
panna cotta w/ blueberry compote

photo found on yes, please

Deeper states of relaxation

Erika: hey do you meditate?
Erika: random question
me: yes, but I call it sleeping.

J is for Joy!

F is for FAIL from Brent Barson on Vimeo.