i’ve had my dog bed on a futon frame for a while but i finally got an actual futon pad and then put the dog bed on top of it and ohhhhh baby this is the height of luxury i am one cozy cozy girl
i bought resistance bands to start trying to get the strength i lost to e back. excited. i’ve never been particularly strong but nowadays for my size of person i am really pretty weak
i know working with a glovebox is like a really direct upgrade in convenience from using a schlenk line but i don’t like how finicky it is i don’t like the gloves and i don’t like using a delicate piece of equipment that costs $5k-10k as someone who is both forgetful and clumsy
bomb ass meal. made a sort of barbecue to toss the beef in (some braising liquid, brown sugar, vinegar) and made garlicky cilantro lime rice and fried corn, got some cotija cheese and fresh cilantro, squeeze a wedge of line over it, oh BABY
motherfucker this sauce is SPICY?? i inherited my white mom’s spice tolerance i don’t know what i was expecting but i’m hoping that all that spice doesn’t totally Infuse with the meat 😭