Caught the early show @ the Comedy Cellar.

This softly fuzzy little beauty is an Angelcot. Believe in them or not, I have to think the guy in charge of naming this fruit was right on point. These babies are sunshine with fuzzed skin – liquid light – impossibly sweet, delicate as a first kiss and beyond delicious.

I’ve been limiting myself to one two-angelcot serving a day (minus that first day – that first day, I couldn’t help but gorge on their sweetness, calling it lunch).

This, right there. Right next to my office chair. this is where the biter chose to “die” after his afternoon constitutional.

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Mmmmm…. grill steak

Bergen St.

Beautiful taxidermy piece covered in “pixcell” bubbles – its a real deer under there.

Jay St. – heading home from seeing Savages.

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Burgers on the grill & corn on the cob for lunch; a Nathan’s dog, Brooklyn Lager, Brooklyn Cyclones baseball game & fireworks in the evening – doesn’t get much more America Day than that.