two cookies is never enough

suggested serving sizes are so judgemental.

review: fuji apples

marginally palatable

fair warning

if I see one more mention of "hyper-local" in food & wine I am cancelling my subscription.

pretty much nsfw

hottest thing I have read all week:

"Pour the melted butter over the bowl of butter and stir to melt the butter. The butter should look creamy, with small bits of unmelted butter, and be at room temperature."

that is five butters in two sentences. thomas keller, will you ever cease to amaze?

bad attitude

this may come as a surprise, but sometimes mila gives me attitude. like I am out cruising in my new short pants or something and she is all like "please never wear those again". but do you know what has even more attitude than mila? mila with a leather jacket. for instance, I just got a threatening email because I had not told my blog that mila got a leather jacket. THREATS! also she wonders if she should start hanging out at the biker bar down the street. YOUR JACKET HAS RUFFLES AND A GINGHAM LINING. PLEASE DO NOT HANG OUT WITH THE BIKERS.

or french, I am really not that particular

blog did I tell you that one of my patients was an antique dealer? I asked him to send me a 19th C english writing desk. I do hope he is feeling better, but I cannot also help but to hope that my desk comes soon.

the cast saw is not a toy

you know how there are all those supernanny shows where some british schoolmarm comes in and reforms a bunch of unruly children? do you know who really needs a supernanny? EVERY FAMILY I HAVE SEEN AT THE HOSPITAL IN THE PAST WEEK.

he obviously has not seen the dior homme fall show

I gave a new tailor a try today. I fear he may think I am somewhat crazy, but perhaps I am over-reading the situation:

"so, I need these pants shortened."
"no cuff" he half-asked/half-stated as he pinned my trousers to a standard length.
"yeah, actually I'm going to need a decent cuff on these. and let's shorten them up a touch."
"what? cuff? cuff no good. you get no cuff" he fully stated this time, all the while tweaking the length of the hem slightly.
"yes cuff, please. and way shorter. I need to see ankle bone here."
"what? so short!?" he exclaimed as I pulled the trouser leg up to a flood-ready length. "okay, whatever, I do short, but you are crazy."