fat gold frantoio, smoked falk salt, last heirloom tomatoes of the season

spam the challengers soundtrack a few too many late summer nights to get work done and spotify decides its your whole personality

I truly believe you can either be a cilantro/cumin/turmeric kind of cook or a parsley/fennel/tarragon kind of cook and being the second kind is strictly worse

sleepless with the flu so this is how I'm dealing with it

this is like when you get to the party early and stand around hoping more people will come then the big friend group arrives with a bunch of stragglers in tow and the music and conversation go from disjointed separate things into a swell you start to ride

ran into a cute girl who was also looking for the same ice cream truck and asked to take her picture to celebrate our first softies of the season