Random thought on charity and back feathers

I just wanted to let a couple of photographs from the charity event out.

I am pretty shady with the face shots, so these are the last you'll see for a while.*

Since this was a charity event for Hurricane victims,** I'm letting it pass.



This is me laughing at myself. I do that a lot. I had just realized there were 700 people taking me seriously. Some of them actually believed I could cook. I had to sign autographs for the culinary students.***




This is a plate of food. Fresh tuna, Genoa salami, Romano cheese, garlic, butter, basil, sea salt and fresh ground pepper. Good stuff, but I was honestly just digging through the refrigerator after a night of partying when I first made this recipe. Everything tastes good at 3:30 a.m.****



Honestly, grinding fresh romano takes some serious concentration. I kept hoping when I would turn around the audience would have magically disappeared. They didn't.




My pan. With fresh tuna in it. I am still happy for my scoop, sad for my saute.



Just so you don't think I'm too normal, since you're getting face today:

1. I have five nipples. Three are noticeable (the two regular and one of the vestigial.)

2. I have a feather or something growing out of my back, just out of reach of a pair of tweezers. I hoping that I'm sprouting wings.

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*Yes, I know you're thankful I don't show the face much.

**Yes, I know the hurricane was forever ago. People still need help.

***For real, but I think they had to have proof they were there for class. As if the video cameras and still photographers weren't enough. Of course they were culinary students and therefore a little insane. Good insane.

****Except for Sheetz salads. I hate all salads.