form over function

we are lost in the pack of metalheads. no time for buzzing and chirping.

BFF's

brunch?

Where O Where?

Bee - I've lost you to DB.

Holy Steak

Bee! Was this made for us or what? Look look! It's FLA and TX and steak in one bloody photo. (No pun intended.) Ya know, the states we grew up in cut into the favorite meat we like to grub on. Couldn't be more perfect, right?

XOXO Best Friends Forever! XOXO

NYC here I come. LA cool off!

Ahh, I can't wait to see you Manhattan. Crick, I will miss you so. Muah!

deskdream

I wish my desk looked like this. Clean and calm. Probably would help my soul get clean and calm. - cricket

happy september

woke up to this. better days ahead.

image via the drifter and the gypsy.

Sending you a friendly smile

Bee - I'm so emo tonight. Super

conflicted and cranky. My head hurts and my eyes swell. WHY CONFLICTION?

I kinda hate my job. AWL, NO YOU DONT

I hate the word 'green'. VIRO GIRL

I hate other event planners. U DA BEST

I hate ovulating. AM I DUE? THAT WOULD EXPLAIN THE BLOAT

I hate my snaggle tooth. ITS CUTE

I hate pressure. ME TOO

I hate America. NO YOU DONT, WELL...

I hate my kitchen counters. YEAH THEY SUCK

I hate books that I need to read. JOIN MY CLUB

I hate that my homemade salty chocolate ice cream is in your freezer and not mine.OH ITS SOO GOOD. COME OVER

I hate M. Night Shyamalan.NO COMMENT

I hate all the endless flickr self-portraits of feet.HMMM

I hate the mundane. THIS TOO SHALL PASS

I hate the fact that I hate so much tonight. I need something else to do. I wanna cry. CRY, CLEANSE, SLEEP. TOMORROW IS A NEW, BETTER DAY MY CRICKET.

my head is going to explode

Bee - I'm so emo tonight. Super conflicted and cranky. My head hurts and my eyes swell.

I kinda hate my job.

I hate the word 'green'.

I hate other event planners.

I hate ovulating.

I hate my snaggle tooth.

I hate pressure.

I hate America.

I hate my kitchen counters.

I hate books that I need to read.

I hate that my homemade salty chocolate ice cream is in your freezer and not mine.

I hate M. Night Shyamalan.

I hate all the endless flickr self-portraits of feet.

I hate the mundane.

I hate the fact that I hate so much tonight. I need something else to do. I wanna cry.

Cute, right?

bag from here.

The truth behind "The Secret Kitchen"

Beware, culinary spies, thanks to the Secret Kitchen, the An Family's recipes are well protected!

The Secret Kitchen is a fascinating element of Helene An's culinary legacy and the An Family success story. The Secret Kitchen is a completely enclosed kitchen within the main kitchen, off limits to all employees except An Family members. Here, Chef Helene and the Ans prepare their secret family recipes: An's Famous Roasted Crab and Garlic Noodles. These dishes are the key to the restaurants' success.

As explained by Helene, "We left Vietnam with nothing. I had neither property nor personal wealth to pass along to my girls. When I realized that my restaurant was going to succeed, thanks to my family's recipes, I knew that I must protect their integrity." In much the same way that Coca-Cola® company stowed their recipes for Coke® in a vault, the An Family Secret Kitchen was created. In short, her culinary legacy is her daughter's inheritance.

A Secret Kitchen exists in all An Family restaurants, and that is why the guessing game continues. What makes the An's Famous Roasted Crab so unique? The answers are in the Secret Kitchen.

i want this outfit

perfect for cricket, right?

image via millie deel

Bee, look at these!

Bee - you have a major palate problem. How can you not like these beautiful, delicious, melt-in-your mouth treats? I'm taking you out for macaroons ASAP. - Cricket

image via daydream lily

Sunny Side

This will be my outfit for your launch party. - Cricket to Bee

buzz and chirp

two heads are better than one

chirp chirp

yo bee, did you get squashed by a garbage truck? i'm waiting to chirp with you. i know you gots the in-laws in town, but this is getting ridic. call a cricket. ichat. text. something.

peace.

image via vanilla bug.

two dreamers, one blog

and so it begins....