Keep the Rubber Side Down

Roasted veggies with naan and tzatziki for dinner.

At my place you have a choice. That unnamed crunchy chocolate stuff I made with either salted caramel or chocolate therapy ice cream.

And that, my friends, is what we call enchilada filling.

And that, my friends, is what we call enchilada filling.

Keep the Rubber Side Down turned 4 today!

Keep the Rubber Side Down turned 4 today!

You’re going to need a bigger…fridge.

acertainjennuhsaisquoi:

This is how you hold hands in Texas because it’s too fucking hot to touch more than you have to.

You know you love my hippie sandals!

acertainjennuhsaisquoi:

This is how you hold hands in Texas because it’s too fucking hot to touch more than you have to.

You know you love my hippie sandals!

Any questions?

No better way to wake up.

No better way to wake up.

I don’t know what to call it, but damn it was good.

Sort of a peanut crusted, almond butter crispy middle, with a chocolate bourbon ganache.

Burrito!

"Don’t get me in the picture!"

Dinner is served.

Dinner is served.

Look out, he’s baking.

Look out, he’s baking.

Ready for the girlfriend to visit.

What a racket

There is currently a food truck outside of our building selling tacos, 2 for $7. I don’t know about you, but the best taco I’ve ever had IN MY LIFE wasn’t worth $3.50.

Not to mention that’s like $3 in profit on each one. Hell, I can make my own tacos for like $.35 apiece.

I’m in the wrong business.

Apparently, some people think that paid time to socialize and bond with your coworkers, sans booze, is some kind of reward for a job well done.

Could I just have the money instead?