A solid third of the contacts in my phone are restaurants, not people.
Janna Ireland
Burger Lounge, our San Diego fast food secret shame, has opened its first LA location. Up the street from our building. Wonderful, terrible news.
Trader Joe’s discontinues almost every food I fall in love with (R.I.P. fish tacos and vegetarian quesadillas), so I am telling you about their chimichurri rice in hopes that you will start going through two bags of it a week, too, and they will never stop making it.
In the process of making two pies and a batch of ice cream for tomorrow’s Thanksgiving feast. My kitchen smells so good that I had to build a barricade to keep the dog out.
These are so good, guys.
Get thee to a supermarket.
This changes everything.
Karl Lagerfeld made a chocolate sculpture of his muse for some reason. Art?
Afternoon delight.
Maybe if I start photographing the junk I eat at work every day I can shame myself into finding the time to prepare lunch at home?
April 12, 2011: Meatless jerky and vanilla wafers.
Whatever, I almost got half a pound of Gardetto’s snack mix and a Gatorade.
