Phallic Mushrooms. Mmm.

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Kekeke. Bulbous shaft.

So I went bathing suit shopping today hoping to get a new suit to go to the lake tomorrow. Yes, lake. Bathing suit shopping is the worst. Trying to find one with minimal tanlines without being completely naked and doesn’t scream whore.

This has nothing to do with mushrooms except for the fact that we spend so much time at this newly discovered store called Con Olio that the bathing suit place was closed by the time we were done :-/ Who closes at freaking 6PM on a Saturday.

However, Con’ Olio was an amazing find today. Just when I’ve came to terms that I will have to go to Seattle to get my truffle oil needs, we find this lovely little olive oil store that carries an insane variety of infused oils. Garlic oil, rosemary, truffle, blood orange, persian lime, you name it. We tasted a couple and decided to go with porcini oil and their 18 year dark balsamic vinegar (yes. it’s aged. like um. scotch.) It was so smooth that you can drink it like a port! WTF.

And I was way too excited to cook tonight as a result. I know, I’m getting domesticated and old and way too aroused about oil.

Rib Eyes from Sprouts (which is also opening its first location in Culver City, a fact that makes me ironically proud. Yes, I do still consider West LA my home)