flip flops

We ran out of cream yesterday so I walked down to the Tropical for coffee this morning. It was in the 70's, I was wearing my shades and flip flops, and feeling very christmasy. After the heavy duty cafe con leche, I had to cushion my stomach with something that looked like this:



Lately I can't get enough of meat baked in pastries, I even bought pot pies at the market the other day for the first time since college. They were great college food, they cost less than a dollar, required no kitchen skills, and were a wonderful simulacrum of actual food.

Now, not so good.