And I shall call him....MiniPepper!

I cut into a red bell pepper to find... another pepper! Mutant pepper!

Honey, I shrunk my hand

Is that one big berry or one iiiiiiiitty bitty hand?

Eat sushi, Defend the galaxy

This was an internet ad in my sidebar while I was reading an online article about healthcare. Needless to say, I felt that this was a lot more relevant to my life than the BS in the article that I was reading.

Oh, yeah, and they ARE real: http://www.thinkgeek.com/geektoys/japanfan/c50f/?cpg=cj

poutine!

some of the best fries i've had in my life.

didn't hurt that they'd also been tossed in duck fat.

at the grange in ann arbor, the night before spring break!

i was very much sleep deprived.

Shrimp + Grits = ...

Sorry I don't have anyone named Ben in my picture tonight... hate to be the one to break that trend.

You're looking at two of my apartment-mates, Kyle and Lauren, assembling our first meal together in ages. Shrimp, grits, spinach, and a barbecue sauce. It was so fine.

Jaws

My dog Shadow (yes, like the one from Homeward Bound... I was 12!) is 13 years old and sleeps for 23 hours a day but he still jumps for one thing: meat. Notice the little one on the bottom left (my sister's dog) who realizes he is only slightly larger than the turkey leg that is about to be consumed.

Just wanted to say hello.

A Scottish Highland Coo.
No, that's not a typo. It's the accent.

This calf wandered over to the fence and, after a moment of blowing warm air on my hand through his coo nostrils, decided it was okay to get the bridge of his nose scratched. As cows go, these are very docile--and very cute. It is sad to know that they are beef coos.
But somehow that does not deter my appetite.

Photo taken: near Stowe, VT, 11/23/2009

We Three Queens...

Forget gold, frankincense, and myrrh... Gimme honey roasted peanuts, chocolate pretzels, and homemade peanut butter cups...

American persimmons

Last Saturday, I went with my roommate to the farmer's market in our neighborhood. I bought a bunch of crap, including these... they're American persimmons.

They are tiny and wrinkly and smushy. I asked the guy if this is how they're supposed to be. He told me that ideally, you'd want to eat these when they have the same texture as a 100-year-old woman's breasts. I thought... what the hell... and bought a little basket. They were weird.

Photo taken: in my kitchen, 11/14/2009