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 🙂

A knot in the big tree in the “dog park,” an abandoned fenced-in lot behind my building.

Breakfast date with my love at a little roadside German diner/fudgeaterium in Sanford on the way to the airport.

Adorable niece the eldest.