jungle booooogie and porn for foodies

my house smells like rosemary and garlic and red wine sauce and salmon.

i've decided that cookbooks are porn for food lovers. good god. i could read well written cookbooks for hours. and if they have pictures? I just might as well start masturbating with a spatula right there.

last night i decided to get rid of the few-days-old veggies in the fridge, so i made a pasta with:
roasted zucchini, roasted broccoli, roasted artichoke hearts (that i cut out of whole fresh artichokess), olive oil, scallions, chopped olives, tomatoes, goat cheese and salt and pepper. omg yum.

also i forgot yesterday to write about the house we stayed at in tahoe. we've named it "Jungle Boogie"
it was 3 levels.. the top level was two bedrooms and a kitchen and a bunch of really awful grandma-esque cherub art. we think grandma must have lived there.
downstairs on the bottom two levels, however. there was another kitchen (huh?), and everything was junglerrific. tigers and elephants and zebras and giraffes oh my. leopard print this. tiger stripe that. african masks. awful wallpaper gold embossed with jungle animals. and downstairs on the bottom bottom level - the master bedroom with no door whatsoever, a giant shell shaped jacuzzi bathtub for two, and photographs of...you got it, jungle animals.
every now and then, somebody would break out with a little Kool n the Gang (jungle boogie).
there was also a pool table with awful felt and bad cues.
but the topper? we were sitting upstairs, and a group was playing a board game, when monk nonchalantly looked into one fo the fake plants (oh yes, lots of fakus's in the house too) and then reached into the fake plants basket and came out with a pair of handcuffs.
oh how we would like to know the story behind that
brilliant.

i hate when i get so busy i can't cook.

this weekend is all about figuring out the finances and how to live our next year so t oget to do the things we want to do in the interim and in the long haul. and it's about the mission pub crawl. oh and thursday is The Stud ..with belly dancing and transvestites and lesbian rock oh my.
but saturday? i'm sleeping in. i'm cleaning my room. i'm cleaning my kitchen. i'm longing for better cooking utensils. i'm sitting in my back yard. and ditto for sunday, other than the financial planning.

and maybe sin city?

xo

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