[via Andy Brooks]
It’s finally here, almost! Bike Basket Pies explains:
The recipe booklet is finally being released! Bike Basket Pies: How to Make Handheld Pies for Bicycle Delivery includes 14 seasonal pie recipes and illustrations by Minty Lewis.
There’s a release party at Pot + Pantry on Tuesday, November 29th – it’s BYOPie (not required, of course), and there’ll be champagne (and pie!). [link]
Can’t wait! RSVP and invite your friends!
Fayes Video posted a fun rant last night called “I HATE THE HOLIDAYS.” Here goes:
First off the views of this post do not represent that of Fayes or other employees of Fayes.
Secondly, I had a fine childhood, thanky very much, don’t project your dysfunctional family christmas mornings when your sister ripped off the head of your cabbage patch kid in retaliation after you “accidentally” stepped on her life size replica of, ___. Meanwhile your mom’s getting high in the backyard because it’s the only way she can talk to her in-laws when they call any minute, any minute…any minute, she stayed up all night wrapping the presents sipping whatever she stole from the rest of the holiday office party’s booze. It’s not my fault your dad’s obsessively putting away the christmas lights, because he too hates christmas and told mom “those lights are coming down christmas morning.” If there’s a contest to see who can leave them up the longest in the neighborhood, he’s going to win in taking them down first, and hopefully the god-damn Carvers across the street will follow suit and remove those god-damn battery powered waving santa clauses off their lawn, despite how many years he’s “accidentally” run them over with car.
Our friends up the hill at Bernalwood are monitoring the story closely:
For more bikini-related fun, check out the following related post (which, incidentally, this is probably the best headline I ever wrote, right?):
You know, the one with the awning. Check out Lizzy‘s review:
I just went across the street to see what’s up with the new bakery. As I came out I was startled by someone yelling, although that’s not an unusual thing to encounter outside my house.
A man with long, scraggly hair, a toothless mouth (I was going to write grin but it wasn’t accurate), and matching leather jacket and pants was riding a bike down 21st Street. When I say riding, I mean he was sitting on the seat with one hand on the handlebars, propelling himself with one foot on the ground like a skateboard rather than pedaling, and swerving wildly. He was using his other hand to hold a cell phone and screaming into it: “YOU FUCKING BITCH. YOU’RE DONE!”
Read on for the verdict on the coffee and pastry.