Smoking weed with a topless bunny. That has pretty much been my LA experience so far. Cheers to SOKO for capturing the hours we spend outside of traffic. Continue Reading
My wife has been killing it with the Blue Apron lately. Last night, I was finally able to find a legit embed of this new Rihanna/Kanye/Paul McCartney song that the blogosphere has been raving about, and it made pretty good cooking music.
If you’re not familiar with Blue Apron, they basically send you a few meals worth of ingredients along with step by step instructions on how to put it all together. I’d say 75% of the time the meal is delicious. This week, my wife made buffalo wings, some awesome chili and a pizza with a couple eggs on it. I know, that’s what I said, but it was pretty good.
My taste buds are still maturing, but every once in a while Blue Apron will include a vegetable or seasoning that kinda ruins the meal (for me.) I’ve been in LA for 8 years, so I’ve learned to like kale, but it doesn’t need to go in half the recipes it appears in.
Why aren’t I cooking? I think my wife signed up for Blue Apron because she was sick of me cooking the same three meals over and over again. This really works out for both of us. I am getting pretty good at over-easy eggs and toast.
That song is pretty good, right? I like it. I knew the Beatles would get back together.
Well, that was a crazy weekend. My home town football team won a big game in Arizona and I finally managed to take my wife to Zankou Chicken. I would be at Zankou a lot more often if their West LA location didn’t have that stressful parking lot. Instead, I prefer to park three blocks away next to some professional wrestler guy watering the sidewalk.
I’d been hyping the chicken at Zankou since I went there one time in 2010 with a couple coworkers. While our Zankou lunch was still delicious, (let’s smear the garlic butter on EVERYTHING) I may have made the mistake of overshadowing the chicken with the tri-tip. How is any chicken going to compare to tri-tip? It wasn’t fair to the chicken wrap we ordered, and for that I apologize.
We were pretty ready to just have a couple Blue Apron meals for our Super Bowl Sunday, but then we had a flash of genius and ordered some Hooters wings. The Hooter girls don’t actually deliver the wings to your door. You probably knew that. I knew that too but I like to believe one day they will change that policy. We are a 911 sauce household now, having graduated from Three Mile Island in 2014. It should be a crazy year.
It’s going to rain, it’s not going to rain. This new song by Los Angeles duo Howls seems to work well with the marine layer over my apartment right now. I was prepared for a nice day of breaking PHP in the rain, but now the hour-by-hour forecast is looking all optimistic. I’m going back to bed. Continue Reading