Thinking about nitro cold brew made me look online for (non-nitro) cold brew coffeemakers, and I am cracking up at how this actual description of one of them opens: "Flavorful Cold Brew - Don't live in squalor by drinking a watered down coldbrew that tastes like a rain puddle." I feel seen. (And judged.)

I admit I just buy my cold brew—normally at Trader Joe’s but last night at the Safeway because I was there. And I was v amused—there’s a brand I’d seen before, Chameleon, that had a concentrated cold brew that said “makes up to 48 oz!” And it was $10.99. Then next to it there was…unconcentrated?…cold brew that was 46 oz and was $6.99 but on sale for $5. Tricky tricky!!

But I would still enjoy having nitro cold brew on tap.

The clafoutis was splendid. We ate some warm. I forgot to warn my roommate about the pits - oopsie.

Just came back from two days down the shore with relatives I've not seen in two years. It was pretty much bliss.

Back in (iirc) late February (it was very early on) I was chatting with a nurse running tests on me at my doc's office and she said she was waiting on getting the vaccine. She's African American and we're not friends... she's got ample reason to mistrust the medical establishment and this white lady stranger is not telling her otherwise. I made some noise along the lines of talking about it with whomever she needs to talk to. Hopefully as things proceeded so well she went ahead and go the injections. A friend of mine (herself Black) has been joking about doing a Public Service Announcement for Reluctant Black People. I tell her it would be brilliant.

I also made clafoutis, but we still have cherries left. Any other suggestions?

Get blueberries and make another one with a mix?

I also made clafoutis, but we still have cherries left. Any other suggestions?

Lie on the couch and eat them by the handful.

That is my usual thing to do with cherries

I also made clafoutis, but we still have cherries left. Any other suggestions?

Lie on the couch and eat them by the handful.

That is my usual thing to do with cherries

I did that last night. And it was f-ing great!

Next up: wisdom teeth out on the 20th.

May it go as easily as Matilda's did.

Speaking of whom: She hung out again after work again with her fellow counselor, Savannah.

I feel like the Count on Sesame Street, "That's Two TWO socializations! Mwahahaha!"

I'm debating on whether to go to Bardot A Go Go which happens every Bastille Day in SF.

I made meara go with me one year, and she gamely thrifted a sixties style go-go dress for the event. It's not just a groovy sixties dance party. It's a FRENCH groovy sixties dance party.

I remember that outfit! Though my memories of the actual event are minimal.