Usually, my oven likes to be a real asshole and burn everything I make. However, I pulled a switcharoo on this mofo and set the temp lower than it was supposed to be. (I got your number, oven...) And thanks to a secret Lawson recipe (Note: I am note actually a Lawson, I just steal their recipes), my chocolate chip cookies no longer come out like Dutch pancakes.
Saturday started out not so great because my stomach from hell was back. I was weak in the knees and it wasn't because I just fell in love. Thankfully, it perked up in time to go to my friend Hana's 30th birthday. She's pregnant so they opted for a low-key board game night at their house.
The birthday girl and her husband, Tom-Cruise-twin.
I brought Orange Chicken- thankfully Hana threw it together and dazzled my pants off by topping it with sesame seeds. Konichiwa, duuuuuudes!
There was also a berry cheesecake that was so good it's still making my mouth water. (I just wasted 15 minutes staring at this picture.)
And just in case you weren't there, here's a recap of the night's events...
"Friends! Hello! It's great to see you!"
"Time for pictures where I show my hundreds of shark teeth!"
"Hey guys, um... I'll catch up with you later. I'm just gonna hang out here in the kitchen..."
The night ended with some vicious rounds of Pictionary. It was Battle of Sexes and the women Took.No.Prisoners. Sorry, guys. Maybe next time. We kicked butt with the following drawings:
So that was my Saturday night. Sunday, Keith and I took the dogs for a walk somewhere in a hilly, bee-filled area of Chatsworth. It was nice to get out and enjoy the weather, but looking back, gladiator sandals probably wasn't one of my best decisions.
Here's Keith walking Biscuit and Kosmo. I love them like whoa. I was walking Biscuit at first, but my sandals did not have enough grip to handle that tornado. Tornado of love, that is.