+last week i, a new meat cooker, decided to make chicken teriyaki and went with the cheaper cut of chicken. lesson learned. ick. it wasn't a horrible dish or anything (there weren't enough ingredients to give it the chance to be horrible) but the meat was all weird and fatty. so only the finest chicken breast from now on for me.
+my best friend came into town and we ate at Marche, Morning Glory, Sweet Life and Zalaya, the three basics for out of town guests who pay for my dinner. if i can convince a. to take (i say "take" because of course she'll be hired if she applies) the presumably high-paying corporate job that i just discovered online, then maybe we can become regulars at Zalaya, which i suspect is lesbian-owned. we had to send the halibut back last night because my buddy felt it was bad fish (and it was overcooked) and they went above and beyond in making up for it -- free wine, constantly checking back on us, etc. it was very nice. and the paella was much better than the halibut would've been had it been good.
that's my story. the end.