Random Esquire

My neighbor came over for a cappuccino today. Neighbor tried to teach me cappuccino art and we found that I am not particularly skilled at it. Here’s my attempt at an over-mixed, three-leaf design:

We sat down on the couch with our drinks and then paused to stand at the window as a collection of fire trucks had appeared. I turned around to see Little Filthy lean back from Neighbor’s cappuccino and he looked like a foamy mouthed, rabies infested, mad animal. I sighed and nudged Neighbor as Little Filthy licked most of it off. The evidence:

Let me blow that up so you can properly appreciate what was left of Neighbor’s milk foam:

This is not the first time (a disgusting learning experience) or even the second time Little Filthy has stuck his mug in my mug. I vow to not leave coffee on the coffee table.

1.   Easter is low-key at the Random household.  I explained it all to Little Filthy. “Jesus, cave, blah blah, third day, blah, stone rolled away, blah blah, if he sees his shadow, there are six more weeks of winter.”

2.  Someone, please talk me out of trying to make duck confit.  I really don’t need to do that.  Last week, a law school buddy asked me, “Hey, remember when you made your own sausage?” Let me recommend against that right now.  Fortunately, I now live in downtown Chicago and can get fresh, good sausage at many locations.  I dig cooking and every so often, I will get it in my head that I need to make something from scratch.  I made falafel once.  Spare yourself the garlicky trouble.

3. The next few months will put me in NYC, DC, France, Switzerland and Italy. Go, go, travel Random.

4. Are the Italians having different sex than the rest of us? I ask because every day, multiple people find my blog by doing a Google search on “Italian sex.”  Well, I guess I will be in Italy shortly enough.  I’ll report back on the situation.

5.  Talk about your single kid Easters…I’m going to stuff a pepper with whatever is leftover in my fridge.