An e-mail I wrote to the wife in reference to some glazed and roasted figs she bought me on Monday from Pastoral:
Now I know why figs have become so mythological and "evil." These figs you got from Pastoral is the vegan answer to caviar. It's as sensuous as eating at Boka.
I probably won't be getting them to eat everyday, but they certainly make a good treat worthy of their infamy.
In other random inconsequential news: On Sunday night, the wife and I saw two bunnies performing a pre-mating ritual in the courtyard of a Catholic Church. It struck us as somewhat ironic.
I never thought pre-mating rituals could look so cute. The boy bunny would try to sneak up behind the girl, she would do this jump roundhouse kick, jump on his head and scratch it then she would go off to graze somewhere else. It went on like this for a couple minutes until we got bored and went home.
Highly entertaining, this thing we call nature, especially when it happens in the city.