It may not be obvious from the multi-day layer cakes and precisely-scaled candy projects, but most days, I am a lazy cook.
A Mezcal Mule, beaded with condensation, is a beautiful thing.
Especially when the weather is oppressive.
I have an irrational love of the Olympics. I cannot wait for the opening ceremonies, for the absurdity of sports like the modern pentathlon, human steeplechase, and rhythmic gymnastics.
Orgeat is a funny word.
It’s been an overwhelming couple of weeks. Turbulent and upsetting. (It’s no wonder so many people have escaped into the silly distraction that is Pokemon Go.