Author: deeporbit (Page 2 of 5)
I’ve discovered an excellent vegan restaurant in Huntington Beach, CA. Vegan Nirvana has a great Yelp rating an my taste buds give it a 5! I tried the Ultimate Liberation which is their unique name for “fish” tacos. I had my daughter call in my order while we were driving around the area. There were 4 tasty tacos in the to-go box. I asked for some hot sauce and the pleasant lady at the counter went towards the kitchen and returned with Sriracha. That’s awesome! Overall the food was very good and 4 tacos were just the right size for my pig-like appetite. 5 Stars!
I made a batch of chunky chocolate cookies. 90% cacao, banging!
It’s cliche AF to say it in SoCal but it finally rained. A storm is dumping on us until tomorrow. I hope we get some snow. That always makes things interesting here in the AV.
Our garage is a temple to things. The bikes and boxes of memories. Spiders and cobwebs, it’s all in there. Within a month it will be cleared of clutter and ready for some new projects. I’m on a mission. Today my wife and I cleared out all sorts of junk. Some items will head to the thrift store and some will be recycled. The rest is going away.
I made Mapo Tofu in my large donabe this evening. It came out well. Definitely adding this to the rotation.
A friend of mine from the past lost her life yesterday. Pneumonia took her away. It’s been an odd day thinking about the good times we had together. Late night missions in Ed’s Cadillac to skate spots or other shenanigans. The 80’s were our time and Carolyn lived it to the max. So long friend. I’ll never forget her.
Walking into the office today without my coffee cup, which I forgot on the roof of my car while grabbing my work bag from the backseat, I realized that happiness or the sense of happiness from that cup of hot black bean water didn’t make me remember I left it on the roof. I mean I put it on the roof and told myself that I better not forget that I left it there then walked away 3 seconds later without it. My new cup was there, without me to protect it, patiently waiting for nothing since coffee cups don’t think. I’ve driven off down the road too many times and listened with great horror as the wayward cup rolls around on the roof and then crashes to the pavement. Once I made it about a 1/4 mile from home until the slamming grand finale of the stainless steel vessel flight alerted me to the anguish of my coffee failure. Glancing in the mirror I saw it pour out swiftly as the cup tumbled end over end. Quickly pulling over I retrieved my trusted and abused friend and carried on. I’m not sure what it is about coffee cups that causes me to instantly forget that I left them on the roof of my car. I don’t leave my lunch or wallet up there. Perhaps it’s because I didn’t consume enough coffee on the drive or maybe I just don’t care. I sure hope it’s the former because I really like this new cup that was a gift from my mother. Enjoy your coffee tomorrow and don’t put it on the roof of anything that moves. Believe me.