Josiah Carlson (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} chouyu_31) wrote,@ 2008-05-17 15:20:00 |
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Today is a beautiful day in Southern California.
I started the day with a nice breakfast with a good friend at a hole-in-the-wall place right near where I live. We tried to go last week, but they closed by the time we got there last time (for Mother's day). I ate the best biscuits and gravy that I've had since Macalester, and pancakes only second to what my dad makes (screw IHOP). It's just a pity that I'm going to be moving away from this place in a month or so. I could have been appreciating it for the last 7 months.
Afterwards, the roommate and I went to a chili cook-off in San Juan Capistrano. There was some tasty chili, but not nearly as tasty as my dad's. Which confuses the heck out of me; it's not like my dad's is some super-secret recipe, it's straight out of a 60's vintage Betty Crocker cookbook. No changes, no embellishments. Still better than any chili that I have eaten anywhere else. Even when a friend and I accidentally used corn starch instead of flour (which then broke down into sugar during cooking, to give the chili a sweet taste), it was still awesome, and was still OMFG with cheese and salsa on nachos (only the best chili is still good the second day as a chili cheese salsa).
We then went to Capistrano Beach, but the waves were tiny, breaking just on shore, so we just walked it. But it was a beautiful day to be out. The sun, wind, and surf came together for just the right amount of coolness on the feet, heat on the head, and breeze through the shirt.
And it's only 3:40PM. Noice.
Once I move into my own place and get a spare bed, all of my friends are invited to come and visit. I can't promise parties, clubs, or bars (because I don't go to any), but there will probably be awesome weather, gorgeous beaches, tasty food, and my company. I should also have a spare surf board or two, some fins, and plenty of sunblock.
I started the day with a nice breakfast with a good friend at a hole-in-the-wall place right near where I live. We tried to go last week, but they closed by the time we got there last time (for Mother's day). I ate the best biscuits and gravy that I've had since Macalester, and pancakes only second to what my dad makes (screw IHOP). It's just a pity that I'm going to be moving away from this place in a month or so. I could have been appreciating it for the last 7 months.
Afterwards, the roommate and I went to a chili cook-off in San Juan Capistrano. There was some tasty chili, but not nearly as tasty as my dad's. Which confuses the heck out of me; it's not like my dad's is some super-secret recipe, it's straight out of a 60's vintage Betty Crocker cookbook. No changes, no embellishments. Still better than any chili that I have eaten anywhere else. Even when a friend and I accidentally used corn starch instead of flour (which then broke down into sugar during cooking, to give the chili a sweet taste), it was still awesome, and was still OMFG with cheese and salsa on nachos (only the best chili is still good the second day as a chili cheese salsa).
We then went to Capistrano Beach, but the waves were tiny, breaking just on shore, so we just walked it. But it was a beautiful day to be out. The sun, wind, and surf came together for just the right amount of coolness on the feet, heat on the head, and breeze through the shirt.
And it's only 3:40PM. Noice.
Once I move into my own place and get a spare bed, all of my friends are invited to come and visit. I can't promise parties, clubs, or bars (because I don't go to any), but there will probably be awesome weather, gorgeous beaches, tasty food, and my company. I should also have a spare surf board or two, some fins, and plenty of sunblock.
