Diversion.

What was to be a post-Thanksgiving fruit fast turned quickly into - a half bottle of wine and a Bourdain episode of eating sea urchins later - a leftover turkey and cranberry sauce bender spiked with the jealousy-induced purchase of 2 trays of California Gold uni from Catalina Offshore Products. Also mackerel and monkfish liver. Oooops. At any rate, at the bottom of this bottle of Syrah lies the kind of forgetfulness that will make the uni's arrival that much more majestic & whimsical? Right??


Here comes turkey.


Butternut squash and chestnut stuffing, port-laced cranberry sauce, cookies, pie, and thyme and parm mashed potatoes.

Wild & Crazy

Does the smell of Play-Doh have a brain-smacking visceral effect on you? Have you smelled Demeter's Play-Doh? How about cult fave Luctor et Emergo who's supporters and detractors alike effusively cry "PD!"? The latter is divine, Play-Doh or no, but the point of all this is. Well. This is what occurs on weekend nights of late, kids.


Creatures.


And more, with drawings of boobies for a backdrop.

What's this quarter-life crisis come to?

Sake to me.

Hey. You know, now that I've been walking dogs again, I'm out and about all day with all the servicey folks - postal workers, delivery people, handymen, doormen - it's kind of like an above-ground underworld with a secret language, but it's probably just me trying to make life into a fairy tale again. The end.

This explains a lot of things, does it not?


Here are my beautiful groceries.


Somewhere in Indiana, my toes.


Very pebbular.


Halloween.