Here's this week's batch of random:
TOP: Yeah, so I went with my friend/co-worker/great-writer-whose-brain-I'm-trying-to-pick-for-pointers who was doing a dining review on this East Bay restaurant. It was a seafood joint, with the requisite marine life decor as screamingly luminous as a mermaid's tail throughout the dining room--you know, blue everything, shell-frame mirrors, a central three-tiered fountain with a stream flowing out of a very phallic fish mouth. But for some inconceivable reason, there was this display case in the back, filled to the rim with various Barbie-esque dolls and all sorts of trolls. You know, cuz they're basically the same.
MIDDLE: When I was wee, I had a Hispanic godmother--Luz Rangel. I can't remember if she was Cuban or Puerto Rican--that's cuz I'm a horrible, horrible Latina ("Mexican by convenience"--shameful!)--but anyway, I loved her. We spent a lot of time in the cucina together, and I'd watch as she ground the mesa for tortillas in one of those little stone grounder thingeys. But yeah... mostly I just ate and didn't pay attention. Obviously. One of the best things she made that my mother and I have been searching high and low for are these papas rellenos--I found the frozen version in that cool Latin market on San Pablo Ave. in Berkeley--which are like yummy balls of meat stuffed into a bigger baked ball of mashed potato. Wow, clearly I really need to go on more dining reviews with my writer friend.
BOTTOM: Elan, Lucas and Jake. Does anything really need to be said here?...
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