April 16, 2016
The only way to drink a beer…
Problem: I am not a beer person. There have been rare occasions where I hold a beer and try to force drink it, but my heart just isn’t there.
Problem: I am not a beer person. There have been rare occasions where I hold a beer and try to force drink it, but my heart just isn’t there.
I started listening to Jazz a couple months ago when I first arrived in Los Angeles. I stayed at a guest house and the beautiful woman that cleaned before our arrival left the radio set to jazz. (Shout out KJazz 88.1)
I assumed I would eventually change the station… but hours passed, days passed, weeks passed and I had that damn radio playing Jazz day in and day out. From morning till night. Jazz. Jazz. Jazz.
If I haven’t convinced you to find your perfect date yet, I grant you this recipe. The Date Shake <– EASY! DELICIOUS! HEALTHY! DESSERT! All with one simple…
However, I stand by my suggestion: Stop in the local grocery store of the country you’re visiting or living in.
From there, you can learn what locals use to cook. What they grow up eating. If there’s any no-no’s. Or any must-eats.
I could talk about floral clothing all day, every day, for the rest of my existence. I didn’t realize my obsession until one of my friends noticed the only…