Laurie and Iris are out of town this week, so I am living my latent glamorous bachelor lifestyle. Last night I slathered some flank steak with pureed chipotles and sauteed it to make some tacos. It seemed like a good idea, but most of the chipotle ended up stuck to the pan, and the rest ended up vaporized. My entire apartment now has that smoky, spicy chipotle flavor we all love. Don’t tell Iris this, however. Lately, even though she actually still does like spicy food (she was gobbling green curry with rice the other day), she thinks she doesn’t, so every time I offer her something, she says, “Is it not spicy?”

When I was buying the flank steak I noticed that at QFC, all of the beef they sell is now antibiotic- and hormone-free. Nice.