"Premium" lounge at MIA

Citrogne, Grand Marnier, fresh fruit. Yep. Life is excellent.

Obligatory

beach picture, since I'm standing in the ocean. Life is outstanding. Holy shit, I have a great life.

Vegan Miami Beach!

I know, a little surprising, but true, and delicious. This was a raw vegan pasta-less eggplant lasagna at ThriveVegan.com. Delicious!

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?

WV,

Sorry, readers: it's been a wild few weeks. Got back from West Virginia Monday midnight, and fly out to Peru tomorrow morning for 8 days of mountain biking. Yes, yes: life is rough. Or not.

In a likely futile attempt to satiate my readership in the meantime, what's better than some FOOD PORN?

A full on salad and fixins before I left ATL.

Here is some high speed vegan stir frying love in the outdoor kitchen.

Here are some fresh pickles, and some of my very kind and capable sous chefs prepping for the dinner I made for around 12-14 people (wraps and fresh pickles.) An excellent new friend who, shall, sigh, be coined J5, provided a ton of fresh produce, including a case of cucumbers.

OK, it's not food porn, but it is about West Virginia: this is what your tub looks like when you clean your thermarest in it.

Taking:

Taking suicide food to a whole new offensive level.

Welcome to West Virginia.