All hail chicken sauce.

We had some time to kill this morning before the photography store opened and our planned visit to the classic car show, so we decided to hit up the outdoor mall to kill some time. Nothing there was open yet either, but it’s a nice place to stroll. As I was sitting down to snap this picture, my DH started chuckling. “You know you have a real camera with a really nice lens in the purse you just sat down, right?” To which I replied “yeah, but… it’s so much easier to just whip out my phone, crack open Hipstamatic, and my shot is just there. No pulling it off the card, no resizing for the web.”

Laziness. And I still didn’t post my pic on time.

A light dinner on this 88 degree first day of October. Product of a walk to the local gourmet import/export market & odds and ends from home.

Base: baguette
A sharp cheese: Raclette
A light cheese: lightly-peppercorned semi-hard cows milk cheese
A tangy note: good grainy mustard
A briny note: American caviar
Something sweet: dried figs
& a protein: prosciutto-like beef
with a bottle of Bug Juice

Old school-style Sprite ad at the local Cuban bakery/lunch spot.

Ooohhhhh. Spider scrolly bowls.

Omg! It’s sunshine! Fresh air! A sight I haven’t seen in days! My retinas and/or epidermis is burning.

Oh yeah, I live in Miami. Contrary to the rest of the Internet, I get more summer. I had *almost* convinced myself it was fall, or at the very least a fall-like approximation. No such luck–just summer part deux/the rainy season.

Ok, so sue me. It’s another food photo. This is what happens when one decides to work instead of helping deal with our broken into with a rock car. Damn crackheads.

For this season everyone not in the sub tropics calls fall, I have resolved to make more soup. First up: Moroccan Spiced Carrot Soup. Not sure what’s terribly Moroccan about this dish, but it was pretty good. I’m glad I used double the spices called for in the recipe, though truth be told I could have doubled the curry again.

That’s high inspiration, there. My couch blanket.

Miami’s “arch”