The weekend is here and I'm going to be baking pies. You can't be mad or stressed (or any other negative emotion) when you bake a pie. It's just not possible.
The only food related piece I have is a shirt from last year, rendered for my good friend Steve.
Picamas was our "hotsauce of choice" when traveling around Guatemala. It was green and opaque, and looked a lot like Ninja Turtle ooze, but it was also delicious. We joked about going to the factory where it's produced (wherever that may be), and picking up a shirt for Steve, but we never did, so I made one with fabric markers. The picture is just what's on the label.
Best. Tent buddy. Ever.
Now back to work, and daydreaming of desserts.