I’m driving the birthday boy to daycare this morning. I’m at a red light, and from behind comes a woman on a scooter. Unfortunately, she pulls the ultimate dick move and gets to the right of me, so that she can accelerate faster and get in front when the light turns green.
Naturally enough, the light turns green, and she’s off as quick as her mini-rice cooker allows her. Of course, she’s always stopped at the next red light when I get there, but what can you do? At a certain point, she does get one stop ahead of me, but she hasn’t gained any time over me.
Then, at one point I veer right at a fork, she’s at a red light one the left fork. As I’m driving past, her light turns green, she moves forward a bit but then stops (but that might just be witness memory on my part), and the car behind her keeps moving forward, hits her rear tire and sends her tumbling off her (now) destroyed scooter. I slow down, wondering if I should go over and offer first aid, but she’s up on her feet, yelling at the car driver.
I continue on my way, see cops on the next street, tell them about the accident, and am off. Someone’s getting a new scooter, methinks.
Yes, I’ve made these before. Now, I’m not going to try every recipe in the French Laundry cookbook, like a certain blogger, but because we’ve hit our stride with this dish, the milliner has me make it for her as often as she can figure out a reason to do so.
So, having made these several times, there really isn’t any reason to add another post about it. Oh, except for this:
I swear, I didn’t plan for this to come out like a happy face, but I do enjoy the look. Also, because of the little bun in the oven, I used chives rather than pea shoots. No need to add E. coli or salmonella to the meal.
Oh, and because we had already introduced Frances to crustaceans, it was only fair that we do the same thing with Daisy (Daisy Adair).