My DH’s first stab at recreating Scarpetta’s signature spaghetti. It was a good first try; flavorful but A tad on the greasy side.

And where is Nembu while I’m running around getting dressed for dinner? Pointedly not looking at me while lying completely in my sleeping space. And breathing loudly (though not quite doing his forceful fake sleeping breathing).

What? You didn’t know he was a people? He begs to differ.

Well, that didn’t work. I think I had the camera app I was using set on double exposure. I must have moved or something, because this looks nothing like a plate with orange orchids. 🙂

Where about a third of my spices live.

And suddenly there are monkeys in vests and fedoras riding around in circles in my head.

This shit doesn’t get any easier when you skip 4 weeks in a row.

Destructive force, meet chewable object.

“Cow” at the Yellow Green Farmer’s Market in Hollywood. They were light on veggie stalls this week, it being the absolute deadest harvest month on the SoFla calendar, but it’s good to see they are still going.

Scenes from the ‘hood:
No Wake Zone: Manatees sign & the train that cuts across 81st.

Vessels

We finally tried Las Vacas Gordas this evening. Filed under “duh”: Argentinians really know what they’re talking about when it comes to steak.