doritos locos tacos

I wrote Taco Bell's Doritos Locos Tacos Taste Like Broken Dreams, then a representative from Big Dorito emailed me an invitation to tour their test kitchen and give it another try. I'm going to take them up on it and hopefully they'll offer me a lifetime supply of Doritos in exchange for a redaction. I've already told my editor I'm going to take the deal. The headline would be something like "CORRECTION: Taco Bell's Doritos Locos Tacos Taste Like Summer Romance."

Luckiest girl does Q & A with Jiro Dreams of Sushi Director, gets food posioning

My little cousin Josie does this incredible thing: she doesn't talk much yet so when she's feeling super lovey she shakes her head back and forth in fast, mini shakes, she clenches her teeth, and pushes her face into yours. Sometimes she stomps her feet, like she has a point to make in Morse code. She is so full of love that she doesn't know what to do, how to express it, so it just overflows all over the place -- like a tea pot with steam. I've been feeling like that every day for months now, overwhelmed with love and gratitude and blessing.

And then I got food poisoning. It too was an overflowing, of sorts. At one point, when my head was on the toilet seat, I thought about how many butts had been on it and that I didn't care because even if it had been 5000 butts I wasn't going to move. Then I laughed about it, briefly because it made my stomach seize up and that was shitty... The point is that food poisoning brought me back to Earth. I had been feeling so lucky, undeservedly lucky -- free drinks and hotel rooms lucky, the perfect pair of salmon colored loafers at a steal lucky -- like the universe was out of wack. And now, after 30 solid hours of bed, the score is settled.

Here's another thing for which I was lucky:
Q & A With Jiro Dreams of Sushi Director David Gelb: Elegant Eel Dissection + The Importance of Rice

preview + more posts for hipsters

The gentleman and I spent the weekend in Palm Springs living like wealthy 60 and overs -- tasting wine, munching quince and cheese toasties, napping. In an act of youthful defiance we ordered burgers from room service 10 mins before the kitchen closed. They called him Mr. Courtland when taking our order and told him it was a pleasure to serve us. Very successful trip. PHOTOS COMING SOON!

Until then, read Food Gadgets for Hipsters: Bicycle Can Cage, a new post on Squid Ink.