» My cousin Emily's stepfather is a sushi chef. My mother told him that I like mackerel sushi. He offered to prepare some for me.
» My cousin Pluto on my mother's side visits the Bay Area this week with his five-year-old son Ethan.
While I was eating mackerel sushi, my cousin Wayne dropped off miniature pastries that his Korean girlfriend Sharon spent the afternoon baking.
I don't know what a Martha Stewart type sees in a guy who was once arrested for stealing office equipment from Staples, but I digress.
Sharon packaged her cookies in plastic Chinese food take-out boxes with assorted Christmas prints.
Yes, some company in Van Nuys saw a market for plastic Chinese food take-out boxes with Christmas prints.
The powdered sugar on Sharon's miniature brownies disappointed me.
Why sweeten already sweet food? I can't stand how Food Network personalities always unnecessarily add powdered sugar to finished desserts.
I ate lunch recently at a pizzeria, and my waiter offered to grate cheese on a finished pizza.
I forgot how young five is.
While teaching Ethan how to play Tic-tac-toe, I noticed that his right ear had a hyperplastic tragus about two centimeters long.
According to my mother, my cousin Betsy's son Max was also born with a hyperplastic tragus, only she asked a doctor to remove the excess tissue.
This does not bode well for any children I may have (shut up).
My brother resolved to be a vegetarian from New Year's Day forth.
Considering his favorite food is steak, I give him a week.