Miami Beach

Kinda, well, sucks. But I have 12 hours to kill before my flight to Lima (whee!) and MIA is genuinely one of my least favorite airports on earth, so... yeah. Had a decent stout at Abbey Brewing Co., which A and W (the Artist Formerly Known As J2. Or J3. Or something) may remember from our rough sleeping romp to Florida . (happy barfday, W!)

In Peru mountain biking and wandering through August 3, so posting will be sparse. Shocking, no?

of Js and motorized ice chests

This photograph was taken by our friend J2*, who was on the phone with J when he saw it in Albuquerque:
Yes, friends and neighbors: that's a motorized ice chest. No, I don't know why he made it, how fast it goes, or where the guy puts his feet while (riding?) J2*, feel free to elaborate in the comments section if you have additional details!

*As I was starting to write this post, I found myself in the throes of a naming dilemma: I realized I have described two different people as J2 in previous blog posts. And I have already coined a J3 and a J4, so I can't just reassign further muddying the waters. As a matter of fact, I was out at a local filmmaker showing last night with J4 and someone who will now be coined J5 when J was on the abovementioned phone call with J2*. This shit is getting confusing!

The thing is, you'd have to know me reasonably well and at least know of my friends if not know them personally to be able to decipher who any given blog post references. And referencing people in the blog is mostly a shoutout to the person, not meant to identify them to the masses on the internetz. So any confusion, well... kinda doesn't really matter.

But dammit, what was it with naming kids names that start with J in the 1970s and 1980s? Actually, a little more internetting shows that J names were awfully prominent throughout most of the 20th century.

Thus, going forward, it's like this: J2(a) and J2(b), y'all are now joined in cosmic-cyberspace bondage. This is forever, since the internetz don't forget. Readers, you'll just have to sleuth it out in any given post, or email me for clarification. J2(a) and J2(b), deal with it. I actually think you'll like one another quite a bit. And I don't want to hear any fighting in the back seat if you don't, or I swear to god, you'll be walking home! (A shoutout there to mom. Or maybe it's more a shoutout to my brothers, since we actually had to walk home once.)

Arizona food porn!

Rest assured that I maintain my readership's addiction to food porn when I'm traveling. This is cooking with friends in Tucson:



And here are said friends prepping avocados and limes:
By this time in the day, J3 and I had eaten about ten avocados between us, mashed in to guacamole.

As some of you know, I'm a big fan of brussels sprouts. And here is a picture from the brussels sprouts Throwdown! that my sister-in-law and I did last Christmas.

We both used fresh brussels sprouts, olive oil, salt, and pepper. She cut hers in half and roasted them in the oven; I halved mine, then carefully removed the stems with a diagonal cut, which took about four times as long as her process.

I hate to brag, but: I won.