More from Bob this week. Do these frogs remind you of something?
More from Bob this week. Do these frogs remind you of something?
At Amy’s in Austin I had an amazing peanut-butter-and-honey-sandwich milkshake. It was like I was drinking a peanut-butter-and-honey sandwich! And who among us hasn’t always wanted to do that!?
The girl behind the counter had explained that their peanut-butter-and-honey-sandwich ice cream is made with real peanut-butter-and-honey sandwiches, so a couple weeks later I decided to try to recreate it on my own, and I learned the hard way how important it is you take off the crusts. Because nobody ever orders their milkshake “extra fibrous.”
The thing is, I wouldn’t have had this problem were one of my neighborhood’s premiere fancy-pants ice creameries kind enough to make shakes. Why do neither of our neighborhood’s premiere fancy-pants ice creameries make shakes!?
Wouldn’t we all love a strawberry-balsamic shake? Or a Secret Breakfast shake for heaven’s sake? For heaven’s shake?
P.S. The dependable everyday photos snapped this photo somewhere in the Bay Area this weekend I think.
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This definitely looks like a fun photo to take a photo in front of. Get to work!
While crossing that neat (but sometimes frightening) pedestrian overpass connecting Vermont and Kansas over the James Lick Freeway near 22nd Street, this intrepid photographer experienced an epic confrontation with a wild animal in its natural habitat. Luckily, he wasn’t mauled during the encounter and can continue to provide the public with fantastic shots of San Francisco, like this one!
Check out the largest size to witness the beast at bay as it stares deeply into your soul.
From artist Chloe Fleury‘s about page:
Hello, I’m Chloe. I am French.
I fell in love with international travel on a trip to California when i was 10 years old. I now live and work in San Francisco.
And one of her favorite neighborhoods is the Mission, and this is how she depicts it in paper. Other neighborhoods here.
Today feels like a good coconut day. Has anyone gotten a coconut from this place yet? They’re only $2.50 each, and the place is run by a local immigrant whose dream is to sell coconuts. A friendly gentleman even stands in front with a machete ready to help you liberate the sweet coconut water, which also happens to be the best hangover cure in the world, battle-tested by professional Guyanese lay-abouts (you can keep your kombucha, thank you very much).
It’s one of those places that looks like a front for something unsavory, but only because they are still working on getting all their permits. And just ask Mission Minis and Anthony’s Cookies about what happens when you don’t get your permits. Nope, nothing here except good, wholesome young coconuts. Even Madonna is cuckoo for coconuts.
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