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.

In lieu of having a recipe to share, here’s an onion. It’s a particularly lovely onion, I might add, and looks to be shaping up as a nice aromatic base for tonight’s dinner.

Leftover lemon from tonight’s back-to-healthy dinner of quinoa, kale, lemon, garlic, cumin, paprika, smoked almonds & olive oil.

Yays! My love finally came back 🙂