favorite things blog-post # whatever (I think #4)

While all sandwiches in general are at the top of my favorites list, this veggie BLT with avocado which I made a couple nights ago was so good that it warranted it's own post. I am easily a self-proclaimed sandwich-expert, and know a number of veggie and meat eaters alike who would happily agree while consuming one of my masterpieces. I was not surprised to find out that my sister covered an eerily similar subject on this week's Domestic Tuesday, wherein she compared BLT's to blow jobs. In either case (Leah or Georgia, blow job or BLT), enjoy!

...in great repetition over long periods of time...

Blapricot...

Sometimes I like to buy a whole package of a single kind of fruit at one of my (many) neighborhood Trader Joe's rather than picking out a variety of solo fruits because it's easier. This example is called a Black Apricot but I've renamed it the Blapricot because my sister had been combining words a lot recently - any that may form a slightly cohesive and, therefore, more efficient new word. Frankly, I find this practice to be hilarious.

I pondered for a moment the possibility that this was just a plum with another name, for either marketing or biological reasons, but after getting these babies out of the package, I realize they have a fuzzy apricot feel to them and none of the tartness of plums these days. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you (well, Trader Joe's does anyway...) the Blapricot...

for love not money...

So it seems that I've started volunteering to shoot food experiments for other people now too. It was either this or a pie cookbook this weekend, and the pies fell through. But honestly, I'd never miss a chance to photograph a food experiment and I even got into the "mood" of the day by sampling some of the local fare - no mc nugget's for me but I did have some of a shamrock shake and enough of a fillet-o-fish to realize I should never do that again! Here are some of my favorite compositions from the day:

President's Day in Silver Lake with the sister:

I really like certain things about my sister's neighborhood that just don't exist on the west side. Despite the area's general trashiness there's so much good food, chatty people with friendly dogs, random guys just standing around on street corners for no apparent reason, and chickens foraging under cars for scraps of trash. We decided to hang out that day because we had both been sick earlier in the week (and therefore couldn't infect eachother) but also because she had recently broken her toe and had restricted her fast-paced-hipster-lifestyle for the weekend, thus making herself the perfect coffee-and-sandwich companion for her boring older sister who has also had a broken bone in the foot area for a few months now:

You down with OPP's?

...other people's pets? I am. Here's a little photo-story called, the day Elvis got all the love: