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Category Archives: the day lee
i heart slankers
because the convalescent pup needs bones to keep her happy for the 60 (now 45!!) days of crate rest, we ordered 40 pounds of meat + bones from the wonderful people at Slankers. yes we had to fulfill the minimum by adding people meat parts to the order.
so drool over this:
coffee/cumin dry-rubbed meaty spare ribs with little potatoes. what’chu gonna eat?
notice my coveted 10th anniversary deck of cards from Diagram and the not so coveted empty box of toffee in the background. sigh.
ps. vegetables to follow. oh, and cheesecake.
lets try this at home
information graphics at its finest. spiking when it really counts. now that’s a lot of “watering the garden” up there.
courtesy of patspapers
true squares
if the tip of the nose lines up with the edge of the paws, the result must be two right angles.
car-puccino
56 espressos per mile
coffee breaks every 30-45 miles
new filters every 60 miles
not a bad way to go. 
courtesy of dailymail
picasso redux
it’s not an image of Jesus on my soap but i’ll take it.
toffee sameness
eating toffee is sort of like having a #19 from Langer’s. you don’t want to share it with anyone, you want the whole damn thing for yourself. it’s like if you only eat half a sandwich/piece your head keeps turning right and left as if something’s missing. hiding the other half of the sandwich is one thing but try splitting a piece of toffee when you don’t really want to…
the problem is that as soon as you eat the whole thing, you kind of wish you did share. whoops.
good thing today the Internet took the day off. no emails since noon. that calls for a good nap.
argument
last fall a great Italian friend of mine was hired by the Met and i took a trip out there to show him—a babe in the woods as far as having never left the Florentine motherland—the glories of Bed Bath and Beyond & Ikea and to argue the necessity of spending the money for a waterproof North Face jacket at EMS.
throw down the money, i told my friend, and POOF, not more than a month later, i was sent a warm and remote hug from the Met’s icy rooftop terrace.
NY being NY, taking a trip to EMS meant a trip to Soho, which meant stopping first at Grand Central Station for espresso in the form of a cloud at Joe’s, then on to Kee’s Chocolates and Sullivan Street Bakery.
Jim Lahey, the owner of Sullivan Street Bakery, is on my list of “Why Can’t Los Angeles Make Bread Like These Guys” and is known for his No Knead Bread. sadly he had a split with his partner so we discovered that the Soho store was no longer called SSB but Grandaisy, owned by his ex-partner (and still good!)
today i found out Joe’s has switched its bean source from Barrington to Ecco and there was some hubbub online that i must have missed. the wonderful folks at Barrington will still sell you its Gold beans online, but it’s a telling sign of impending suckiness at Joe’s.
LA being LA, the only way to get good bread and a real espresso is to make it yourself. today, being a watch-the-convalescing-pup-devour-a-bone day, i made a loaf of bread (two actually, the rectangular one is gluten-free)
and thought about what my Italian friend would say to the argument of whether to spend the money on a Behmor roaster?
notice the shipping discount and the 8 lbs free green beans.
upside-downside
one’s perspective is always a matter of which end you choose to concern yourself with.
marrodernism
