Technically I guess what these ingredients will make is a sorbet or an "ice". What the fuck is an "ice"? This is ice cream baby. At the onset of last summer I decided it would be a good idea to buy an ice cream maker. I was probably drunk, at home and wanted ice cream. I don't think the rational part of my brain was necessarily working since, well, I'd a) have to wait for it to be delivered and then b) actually make it. ...

As to not trouble or put myself out too much on my last day of vacation I decided that pictures of the food in tupperware with my camera phone would suffice. Eek. Back to work tomorrow. Not that I don't enjoy my job; no quite the contrary actually — I just prefer vacation. But, in as much as I've had some time off recently to go out of state since we go back, poor Julie has been working her fingers to the bone trying to ...

If I wasn't still on vacation I'd be concerned that my phone takes a pretty shitty photo. But that's if I wasn't still on vacation. Sucks to be you, doesn't it. I was totally inspired.

Do it. I dare you. Call me strawberry. Go for it. Shit. I meant to post this a long time ago so when Mike got back to Argentina and walked by one of his coworkers (Buenos Dias Buenos Aires) desks and they were looking at my blog he could be all "Dudes? See those pancakes? I ate those fucking pancakes." Alas I have been sick and lazy. Sorry Mike. I guess you still can, though so it's not so bad. I hope they were ...