sigh.
b/c my darling Sam Uncle doesn't believe that i really did go in the kitchen when i was on the phone with him...i took PICTURES. he didn't want to let me off the phone, which is what he was using to coax me to eat, but i pointed out that my hands-free was in the car and that left me with one hand to cook with. faced with this untenable situation, he let me go reluctantly. but he still blew up my mobile with threatening text messages, in case i didn't take his concerned wrath seriously.
so. i made a LOT of chai (3 cups) with half and half, no less and i made the grilled cheese samwitch that uncle so intelligently suggested. see?
and here's another picture. just b/c i fucking feel like it. uncle, that's the achar i was 'mmm'-ing over.
now i'm shtuffed. two fatty pieces of provolone between sourdough avec loads of butter...3 cups of fatty chai...and i even had a few of those unbelievably addictive dinner rolls while i was cooking. now i have a little pot. (who remembers pulp fiction?)
;)
i need to be burped. volunteers?
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