and Nicole's guest bedroom.

Belinda awaits you.

It is exactly 62 degrees in San Francisco. It is always 62 degrees in San Francisco.

Cooking tonight, I couldn't get the flavors right in my chili. I corrected for this and I corrected for that and got fairly unorthodox in my corrections (though trusting my palate for balance) and right about when I thought I'd ruined it...it came out great. Better than usual. Though I don't think I could recreate it.

Tonight I introduced my neighbors to the Squirrel Cop episode of This American Life and Matilda played happily with Emmett's Pirate Playmobils for a couple hours. We're now onto The Emperor's New Groove.

Go. Just go. He's delightful. And smart as hell.

I am going to be at one of the events he (and about a zillion other bar chefs) will be bartending at.

I'm volunteering for Tales of the Cocktail, this is one of the comp events I get as reward!

He's doing a dinner for Spirited Dinner at a neighborhood place (Jackson on Magazine) but we are going to this one instead. (Tom's a tiki drink freak!)

Belinda awaits you.

Damn, I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for that crazy Hec!

I usually forget she's in there. Well - until she starts re-arranging the furniture or something.

(Tom's a tiki drink freak!)

Really? Does he have Beachbum Barry's Grog Log plus Intoxica?

Because he really really needs them.

Jilli, that sounds nommy.

I am still packing. Interspersed with watching Avatar, of course. How much do I love Iroh? SO MUCH.

From upthread: How did it come out, Jilli? If you called it a Pink Bat it must be good?

I am hoping that a homemade ice-creams and sorbets could be made with less sugar?

From upthread: How did it come out, Jilli? If you called it a Pink Bat it must be good?

It turned out wonderfully. Very light and floral.

I shall have to try that concoction!

So apparently I need to be less irked with my dad: aunt's decline was fairly catastrophic, surprising even her specialists.

I'm still sort of lost. This isn't supposed to happen. I keep wishing to share my life with her and it is too late. Selfish thoughts. I want her to know about the awesomeness of her grandnephews. About me buying a house and the tribulations there. About snickering over inappropriate things happening.

But I don't get that chance. People, take your moments. Share them.

Belinda awaits you.

A considerate host would lock it away in a steamer trunk somewhere during the guest's stay. Possibly with a Bible set on the lid.