I fell sucker to marketing


...and I bought Sofia Mini. Canned, sparkling white wine, comes with a straw and fancy packaging.

I had one last Saturday. It sure was sparkling white wine, not very remarkable in regards to taste, but I felt cool drinking it.

http://www.sofiamini.com/

Weekender



Heylove's top 3 weekend times:
1. Winning a prize at puppy class
2. Going to the dog park for the first time
3. Playing with kids in the back yard all day Sunday

Today the little beast is recouperating after her exciting weekend. Good news: no liver shunts. Bad news: neurological evaluation needed. More bad news: puke count is up to about 4 times over the last two days. Poor thing. I'm heading home today for lunch to make her cottage cheese and rice. That's like soup and crackers for dogs.

Everybody got they cups, but they ain’t chipped in.


Now this types of shit happens all the time, you got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine.

There is so much wisdom to be gleaned from rap songs. This is one of those gems. I don't mean to be overly bitter about anything, but I think that it's only responsible to pay your fair share if you go out with a big group. Be clear, ask what you owe and to whom. I mean, unless you're really fucking charming. In which case the charming person would have to do a tap dance on the table or tell at least three killer jokes. Work for it.

If I'm ever guilty of this, I probably just didn't know. Tell me. I won't be mad.

Roll up a newspaper....


and hit yourself. If you don't supervise your mischievous puppy she can get into trouble like this, and it's nobody's fault but your own. This was her spare crate bed, foolishly left within puppy reach, sans protective cover.

Besides, when I found her like this, my heart just melted like ice cream left in the refridgerator by accident.

Party, sushi party.

Camille and Katy had a sushi party at their place. The evening was off to a great start. Here's what I can remember.


My trusty etch-a-cup of Asahi.


Which quickly became a deadly sake bomb.


Down the hatch. Look out below!


Leon, making the international exes-on-eyes distress signal for "I'm drunk."


Well, it was a sushi party...


But with dancing.


After a while, it all looked like this to me. Lovely times.

From the 7th dimension...


Where all french fries stay hot.

I really need to do some grocery shopping tonight. I've been eating horribly. Fast food burritos and sautteed, buttery things. Mmmm! Sauteed, butter things like mushrooms and brussels sprouts! But, I've gotten to where feel so uncomfortable in my own skin (and pants).

Today is St. Patrick's Day. I am (probably) not going out for green beer. Instead, I'll be catching up on 24 season 3 and pouting about how my boss said that I looked like Frodo today. Yes, it really happened.

Sigh.

By the way, 24 season 3 is so funny this time, but in a technologically rediculous way. Like Michelle will call Chloe's phone and Michelle shows up on Chloe's computer screen, like she's on video phone or a web cam. So weird. And why doesn't anyone ever eat on this show?!

By the way again, Leon thinks I need clocky. I am not sure if I should be amused or annoyed about this. What is so wrong with hitting the snooze? It's a very plesant, gradual wake up.

What the?

I thought that I had some funny snacks from Sweden.


Like Lion. Wait, I think this is British, sorry.


And Japp. Finally, a kosher, fashionable candy for those Jewish American Princesses.


The unfortunately named Cloetta Plopp.


And who could forget Crunky!? These days, you can't even get a party started without Crunky! But nothing could have prepared me for this....


Last night at band practice, Sabrina pulls out a snack for us. Obviously she thinks we are awesome and totally worthy of this snack because it's called: CRACK SANDWICH!


Let's get a closer look here. Whoa. I thought the Frenchmen were wild compared to the Brownettes, but check it out: the Frenchmen drink beer at practice, the Brownettes eat Crack Sandwich at practice! Just who is this on the package? A crack ho?


Huh, I guess not.

FYI, these did not taste like peanut butter. Or Egg Milk, whatever that is.

My bloody portrait.



Since I've been taking more snapshots lately, I've been making this joke with Leon where if we take blurry pictures of something we'll say, "oh that's the cover of your shoegaze album."

This is the cover of my shoegaze album.

Last night I went to Simons to see Charles for his birthday. Amy was there and she brought my h&m nautical bikini bottoms in the right size. I hope they fit. She's going to visit friends in the city for the next couple of days and promises to come back with good gossip. We scheduled a band practice for this Saturday. I can't wait. I totally miss the Frenchmen. Whenever the Frenchmen stop, I often worry if I'll ever play music in a band again. I have been starting to play some music with other girls in town, and it's pretty fun, with the cheese breaks, laughing about this or that, but none of us are songwriters so we lack a little direction right now. I like it, it's just slow going.

Imaginary concept bands that I could be in:
Brown Flag - all mexican Black Flag cover band
The Chanclas - all mexican bad girl band

Heylove's first day of school.


Yes, that's her little treat cup. We couldn't get her to hold it like a lunch box.

Eventhough we were gated off from the rest of the (giant large breed) puppies, Heylove still did very well on her first day of puppy kindergarten. In fact, aside from the mild socialization issues she has with other dogs (they scare her), I think she's pretty ahead of the class. There's still so much to learn, so this week we're doing our homework on responding to her name and hand commands.

Menudo part dos.



I made vegetarian menudo again on Sunday.

I am determined to convert all of my favorite mexican recipes to vegetarian versions without loosing too much of the concept or flavor. I figured out menudo most recently but I'm still trying to figure out how to change turkey mole into a meatless dish. Next up are chilaquiles.

Here is a very basic recipe for vegetarian menudo that my dad came up with. I grew up with him making the real deal with the tripe (no patas in our version) and I always picked the meat out anyway. This is a great breakfast soup, full-bodied and spicy. Perfect because there's still a little chill in the mornings these days.

Vegetarian Menudo

1 29 oz can of hominy

Enough vegetable bullion cubes to make 6 cups of broth. You just want the undissolved cubes, not the actual prepared broth.

2 or 3 cloves of garlic, crushed

2 1/2 tablespoons of New Mexico chili powder or similar chili powder from the mexican spice section of the supermarket. Don't get that kind with cinnamon in it!

1/2 tablespoon of mexican oregano, ground

A shake of garlic salt

Start with a 2 quart sauce pan and add in the entire can of hominy and liquid from the can. Refill the can about 3/4 the way full with cold water and add that to the pot with heat on medium. Add in vegetable cubes, crush in garlic and add spices and stir. Simmer and stir occasionally until hot, just barely boiling. Turn heat to low and simmer about 5-8 more minutes. Serve with garnishes like fresh chopped cilantro, diced white onion, lemon wedges, more ground oregano and warm corn tortillas on the side. You shouldn't need any salt & pepper. This soup is really savory.

This could be made vegan if you choose vegan vegetable cubes.

Birthday weekend.


I turned twentysomething. My age is represented somewhere in these numbers.


Leon took me on a crazy walk in North Beach. We got to this car and he said, "happy birthday, I got you the tiniest, cutest yellow car in the world! Just kidding, you got some sweaters and a pair of shoes. Let's walk a million blocks back to the hotel."


We ate at Greens. This is what was left of my appetizer. According to my calculations each olive pit was worth about 10 dollars each. Yum.


We saw Jens play. Every song was about me, except the mean ones.


He sang me happy birthday in swedish and gave me a rose. Here we are, rosy.


Birthday bacon. Leon made me order it. That's the best I could do because the rest was kind of fatty.