The nexus of Jonas Brothers and Bastille Days has turned downtown Milwaukee into a nightmare. A nightmare that is populated by drunken revelers and female adolescent beast-creatures seething with hormones and dopamine. Traffic is a disaster and there's nowhere to park. Good times.
In other news, last night I made a lime-ginger-basil sorbet. It was okay, but didn't exactly set my world on fire. So tonight it became mango-lime-ginger-basil sorbet... shit's good, dudes. It's probably the most refreshing thing I've ever put in my mouth.
Oh, and there's a chai tea custard with cinnamon and allspice and fresh ground black pepper chilling off in the fridge. My first custard ever, and I didn't scramble it or anything! Yay me!
To sum up: the Jo-Bros suck, Bastille Days is a somewhat overrated pain in the ass, and owning an ice cream maker is totally awesome.
