Immortal Alobar
I’ve been getting the feeling that it’s time for a new perfume. My mom and her sister both have great noses, and although I’m not great at the games they play identifying smells, I love perfume. My current rotation of Daisy and Jardin sur le Nil has been serving me well, but I think I want something spicier. My book club read Jitterbug Perfume earlier this summer, and this gentleman may very well be Alobar himself. Isn’t he spectacular?
Another great article about researching scents and making perfume is in the March 14, 2005 issue of the New Yorker. The perfume in question is one of my favorites, the aforementioned Jardin sur le Nil. I reread this piece at least once a year.
Spring Thaw
This drink looks too much like things I’ve found in the back of the communal seven-person fridge. Scary!
Bean Foam
Harris is wearing a glow-in-the-dark spaceship onesie while he cooks a massive amount of beans. I think the onesie is the leisure version of coveralls. The beans soaked all day long and the water was dark purple when he rinsed them out. And then when he started boiling them, there was a great grayish-purple foam. I think that’s the stuff that makes the farts, right?
Other than potty humor, I haven’t added much to the cooking. I made a really fancy dinner for myself by putting a yam in the oven and forgetting about it for an hour while I got lost in some websites about tacos and burritos. I’m particularly enamored of Burritoeater and their twelve-point scientific rating process, but they should take some field trips down to the Peninsula. On that end, California Taco Trucks picks up the slack, providing some broader commentary, minus the in-depth rating system and moustache apparel.
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