Burn, baby, burn. Ouch!
Do please ignore the mess on the floor of my bedroom. And I do have bedside tables - now I do, at least. I just need to paint them. Someday.Ah, there's nothing like the first burn of the season. And nothing better than an awkward burn, caused because you decided to move the strap of your tank top down, quite summarily forgetting about it and getting a nice super-attractive dual-strap tan line. Awesome. It'll take the whole summer to erase this.
Anyway, this burn wasn't in vain, for I was only watching one of my most favourite chefs at the demonstrate a couple of dishes from her new cookbook at the LA Times Festival of Books. And I got her to sign my copy of her cookbook (always fun!) And I also picked up this other great cookbook after chatting to the author a little. Anyone who likes nursery rhymes and food lore should definitely check it out, for it teaches you how to make "four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie" as well as old recipes that you probably could never find now.
Now, it's time for me to aloe up my burn and hope that I don't peel. But - you know, that it happened at the end of April just further illustrates how wonderful LA is.