Star-- er, I Mean, Food-Crosssed
I work in LA, so Bob has never actually met any of the people I work with. I fly out to California every week now. There's not a lot of reason for people I work with to come to Austin. Except, maybe, the SXSW Interactive conference.
Steve Peters is coming for a panel tomorrow, flying in tonight. I'm leaving for LA tomorrow morning--leaving the house at 6:45 am. (My commute sucks.) But that means that we have a few hours overlap and Steve can come and meet Bob and Hudson. (Steve is a fellow fan of golden retrievers.)
So I had to cook. Pork tenderloin in a garlic honey glaze, potatoes roasted in duck fat, and roasted green beans. For desert, a Tres Leches cake, a Mexican cake that is soaked in condensed milk, evaporated milk, and whole milk or cream. It sounds like a soggy mess, but it's more like cake that comes pre-ice creamed.
But then I get an email from Steve. His plane is delayed. He's not getting in until too late to come see us.
I'm sorry Steve. So is Bob (although Bob is grateful because I don't cook nearly as much as I used to and he got a fairly good meal out of the deal.) Here's hoping you get here sometime. I hope to cook for you when you do.