Santa Cruz is a tacos-n-pizza town. Not much culinary excitement, but we sure do have scenery. There’s a taco place (Steamer Lane Supply) above one of the surf spots that does a very good fish taco, with slices of watermelon for $1.75. Outdoor seating only, because why else are you there?
Oooh ooh ooh: “Sunshine” is my favorite comfort book. A vegetarian baker gets kidnapped by vampires in a rather laid-back post-apocalypse. Alternates between vampire tropes of sexy denial and getting superpowers, and glossy descriptions of baked goods.
I can vouch for the electric lighter. It works well on my collection of mostly-burntout scented candles, but more importantly, it has a bright electric blue arc, makes a pleasing zapping noise, and make me feel like I own a working lightsaber.
Now that we know that those are legs, lets all take a moment to appreciate the positioning of Rose’s desert temple.
Oooh ooh! I just did this with a variety box from Far West Fungi. The seller told me to just panfry them all, and it worked really well. The lionsmane was delicious, with a rather bitter aftertaste, but from further advice, that bitterness goes away if you pan fry it longer.
I always appreciate the interviews with old people where they talk about eating whatever they want. If you’re over 30, the dietary recommendations probably changed at least once in your life, by 100, you probably don’t trust any of it anymore.
I get terrible hives from touching real Christmas trees, which cramps my holiday spirit a bit (not from pines in nature, so it mush be something they treat them with)
