I bought four nectarines from Lund's last night and they turned already today. I'm always amazed when fruit does this. Is there some airborne chemical at the grocery stores that keeps stuff shiny and perky? Only to go soft and brown within 24, nay, 12 hours of being brought home?
My nectarines' fate is now sealed. They shall join the frozen strawberries and blueberries, as well as the ice cream in the freezer, as they meet their death: the immersion blender. I made chocolate malts last night, but I think fruit and berry shakes sound absolutely delicious for tonight.
I want to thank Breyer's for making this all possible, as they're the ones who finally came out with lactose-free ice cream:
It makes for deliciously gut-friendly shakes and malts.
In other news, I've added two new pets to my household. You may remember Coco and Steve from a certain film they co-starred in. Since I didn't think it was fair to end their lives after their task of entertaining humans was completed--yes, I judge--Coco and Steve have found permanent residence in my apartment.
That's Coco sucking rocks in the front, Steve is to the right. I picked up this handy 2.5 gallon mini-aquarium at Petco, as well as some high-potency food and a couple of live plants. The fish are happy.
There were originally three fish, but Gay Whore didn't make it 6 hours past her screen debut; she was named for the working title of the film before we decided on "Shades of Orange." Coco was named for Coco Chanel and her golden accessories rule, which we employed throughout the film's production. Steve, I think, just came out of nowhere.
Actually now, courtesy of Steve Marsh recently demonstrating how his Latino immigrant coworkers from an old restaurant job pronounced his name, I've taken to calling Steve "Estebe." Coco and Estebe.