by zora on September 28, 2004
I feel cursed. I am looking around my apartment for evil-looking amulets. I am examining my recent actions for bad karma generation. But I am stumped as to why my pots are scorching, my cookies are cakey, and my meat sauce is mushy.
by zora on September 25, 2004
Malt and coffee. About a year ago I had an espresso malted milkshake in San Fran, at a hipster ice cream shop, and it was about the most genius thing I’d ever drunk.
by zora on September 21, 2004
A pile of pitayas (aka dragonfruit). Split them open and they’re pure white flecked with tiny black seeds. If you blend the pulp into a drink, the seeds are magically suspended, which looks very sci-fi.
by zora on September 21, 2004
The best road food ever: a panucho from the bus station in Felipe Carrillo Puerto.