Monday, October 08, 2007

Pad Thai Me Up Thai Me Down

The other day we got thai food where the local singer smiled at us from the stage and sang 'Hey Jude' as a personal request. I went classic white person and got Pad Thai.
It was only afterwards, while eating the left overs with some cabbage that I was somehow overtaken by a force as yet unseen since the days of Dexter chi chi. Meaning, I don't think I've taken this many pictures of something other than my cat. ever.

As I passed my roving camera eye over the peaks and valleys of this burst of crunch and color, I saw every new angle as some beautiful, sick, twisted noodle work of art.

Dirty and pretty.
Plain and glorious. Half eaten, half reverred.
Honestly I don't know what came over me.

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Playboy, Eat Your Heart Out

If food is sex, this is porn.

Friday, October 05, 2007

The Many Wonders of Toast

Oh how I love a little swath of mayonnaise/God nectar on some grilled cheese with onion

And the time I accidentally threaded gold with my honey and peanut butter snack

In Santa Cruz I used to stack piles of Sun Maid raisin bread on top of one another for a midnight party snack, buttering feverishly all it's nooks and crannies, until a big, strong knife came and sliced right through the batch. *CRUNCH*

OMG! "I'm toast, let me just be perfect and amazing and gorgeous and crunchy."

I am currently obsessed with Rudi's Organic Sourdough Bread for making some of the best toast I have ever had: dense, tightly woven, cake-like, with a light and crispy, solid toast finish. (no sagging!)

(Wow, I sound like Paddington Bear and Alton Brown all rolled into one.)

A Healthy Breakfast


Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Red Velvet Wonderfulness

Now THIS, is sex. I challenge you to find a better red velvet cake anywhere in LA. I dont' remember where it was from, but I will find out soon. No matter how far no matter how long, I will find you!!

Beard Papa for the Win

Have you ever made love with a Tupelo honey rainbow made out of Ewan McGregor's smile? Or kissed a melted buttery, chocolatey pot of gold at the end of that rainbow that was actually made out of Ewan McGregor's entire BODY? Or maybe just done a little waltz on the caramel coated rooftop of Hogwarts Castle with Matt Bellamy dipped in custard cream...? if so, you may have come close to the heaven of what this Japanese cream puff den of bliss has to offer.

OMG oozing!

Monday, October 01, 2007

A simple beauty

If you don't think this is sexy, you shouldn't be here.
(Or France, for that matter.)

I love it because both the 'chocolat chaud' I drank here, and the counter woman, were completely below my expectations, proving that even when the reality of the image doesn't live up to your expectations, you still get the image! And sometimes that's all you need.


The best meal I have ever had. And quite possibly the sexiest.

A 1000 Words Are Worth a Picture

Truffles, black chocolate truffles, nearly unmentionable they were so perfect and dark as I knew they would be. I ate them simply with a paper cup of hot chocolate.
I was looking out at the rain and watching the meter, time slowing down in the daze of consumption. So delicate they were, the gluttony barely had a chance. I snapped their shells and swallowed: taste so exquisite there is nothing to do but taste. My silent moment, my reward, as normal a task as any. Dusted fingertips the only trace of it.
I do miss you in these times, but without overthinking you are merely another earth sign. Perhaps I don’t need another. Sex substitutes well with widened eyes from chocolate intake, fresh baked bread, it sticks to your mouth, tempts the fingers to go inside, touch, tip, sip a rounded head of macchiato’s all sex. There was the missing ingredient in us. But the missing link that kept us what we were.
In any case it’s not about that. It’s not about that right now. It’s about white bread yielding to white beans soaked in vinegar. White daylight in a pastry shop and Serge Gainsbourg singing while we cut vegetables.

Rise and Shine

I went all out one sunday morning with the eggs in the fridge, the frozen sausage, and the potato that had been sitting there for way too long. Sometimes old friends make the best lovers. Especially when you get up in there with a macro lens and some barely melting cheese. EUH YA!