Day 191: Some like it Hot

Expecting a bunch of family in town for the Long Beach Grand Prix today, I got up early to make pie. Cocounut cream in tasty little crusts lined with dark chocolate. It wasn't until I had 2 dozen mini pies on the counter that I learned family isn't in town until next weekend. Gurg for misinformation.

Around 9, I woke JE up with a plate of pie. We sat in bed taste testing these little pieces of pastry bliss and then got up to run. It was a nice run, 7.25k (4.5 miles), my longest yet.

After our run, we went for a swim. Initially, I had a hard time focusing; I really just wanted to play in the pool. It seems a long time since I went swimming in the daylight, with the sun casting light on the bottom of the pool. So beautiful, and fun to glide through. I set my intentions and did my calculations. 45 laps is equal to one mile. I broke it down into four 320 yard sets and one 520 yard set, and then went for it, resting for about 30 seconds between each set. One mile and a pinch.

To celebrate, we set off to Santa Ana for our favorite taco truck. I doused my battleship taco with a mild looking avocado salsa and sat on the curb to eat. The first bite in, I realized my mistake. Air raid sirens should have been going off on that battleship taco. That was no mild salsa! I don't mind hot, but that was almost ridiculous! About midway through, JE traded with me. The man was crying before he finished--or at least his eyes were watering.

This evening, my friend CC was singing at Bacchus Secret Cellar, a wine bar in Irvine. She has a sweet voice and the music was great. I sat looking at the menu, found the page for dessert and recognized a terrible need that place has for some truly amazing desserts. It got me thinking. I got the card for the manager...