blogger's guilt and ice cream

I haven't forgotten about you, dear sweet blog that only I read.
Talk to you soon. In the meantime, here's a photo of some toffee ice cream.
I love ice cream.

K, bye!

Ok, ok, ok. Here's what's going on:
- I shot a couple of engagements. Photos soon.
- Chef Red and I will be at Hail to the V tonight. I don't know who named it, but I'm slightly embarrassed whenever I have to say it.
- TT is heading to the ATL Food & Wine Festival today. I couldn't make it so I will be tweeting on his behalf from headquarters. Next year, next year. Maybe Aspen F&WF in the future. I wish.
- I'm campaigning hard to get us into this year's Garden & Gun Jubilee in Charleston. I. love. Charleston.
- Justin's in town, it's been great to see him on a semi-regular basis, though I never went more than a month without seeing him while he was at Rutgers.
- Chef movie is good. I wanted a Cuban sandwich for most of the movie.
- At the end of June, Steph and I are heading to RVA for the Mid-Atlantic Food Writers Symposium. Our hotel was built in the 1800s and is haunted. I'm not about that life.
- The other night I went to sleep at normal people time, woke up early, and decided to bake strawberry scones. Photos and recipe soon.

Ok, bye for reals.

This all you get now, baby. This all you get.

Work is good. My passport arrived. I have new tires. My hair's getting shorter tomorrow. I have a new phone. I went to Brooklyn & Jersey this past weekend to talk art and assemble a soft top roof for a jeep. Got stuck in an elevator, that was fun. Steph and I will shoot *cough-eat-cough* tartines. I cleaned out my car. My plants are watered. This morning I made pancakes for breakfast. I slept early, woke up early. 

It feels good to get shit done. 

this.

One of  my favorite parts of Old Town - the cobblestone stretch of Prince Street on the walk from Society Fair to Virtue. 

Baker Nathan making cinnamon marshmallows. 

I mean, why wouldn't I photograph a random Stormtrooper at a tattoo convention? Come on. 

Killer album cover from when I was digging through the vinyl with Stephanie at Plan 9 in RVA. I love seeing the pure joy on her face as she flips through jazz standard 45s. I also keep buying records when I go with her, and have a nice little collection of Hank Williams and Nat King Cole records. I don't own a record player. 

The butterscotch pudding at Society Fair. Took me two hours to eat this jar of pudding. It was that sweet. Crazy delicious, but too much sugar for me to handle on an empty stomach. I was ready to fight crime after each bite. 

That's a damn sexy line. 

Baby on a beetle. Duh.