This man can cook. I think he learned these skills at the Bank, in secret cafeteria cooking classes full of secret Bank kitchen wonders and poverty elimination through culinary excellence. And I take advantage of it at every turn, with some bs about wanting to share the viewing of some Herzog movies and blah blah blah.
Caro and her false modesty...
We always end up just watching "Weeds" anyway. I swear, it will be a miracle if we ever get around to the WOYZECK we've intended to watch for practically a year now.
This photograph is a bit embarrassing, exposing my crass American ways. I'm sure that when I wasn't looking, Caro was snickering about all that ice in my water...
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