I will never tire of puns. Ever. As long as I’m the one saying them, that is. I don’t have the same policy when it comes to my dad’s or Kyle’s. Last month I made baked BBQ tofu and promised you all the recipe. Then I ate it all, took no photos, and realized I suck. Blogger fail. No worries, I made it again. And it was just as good this time. Here’s what I used: 1/2 block pressed tofu (I used the other half for I don’t remember what) 3 tbsp. of BBQ… Read more >
I know the whole point of getting take-out is you don’t have to do any work. It’s supposed to be a hassle free meal, right? Maybe that’s true if you aren’t OCD like I am. Every time I look at a menu item all I can think of is how I’d change it to make it better. Please tell me I’m not alone in this? Same thing happened today when I got take-out from Golden Mean. I’ve blogged about Golden Mean before (they are literally across the street from our apartment). I decided on the… Read more >
After the luck we were struck down with on the RER commute to Versailles, our trust in Paris’ train system wasn’t great. And since Laura would rather self-amputate her defective toes than miss part of a tennis match, we were out of the gate excessively early. I think Wozniaki herself slept in longer than we did. Once caffeine and carbs were had, we were off to Roland Garros. Weee! Having been to the US Open before, I knew tennis fever was going to hit me the second we stepped into the stadium. [Who am I… Read more >