Boots in the Oven

Lulu B's: Excessively cute, but tasty?

In trying to make sense of the mess of pictures that are now clogging the (20 gig!) hard drive on my borrowed laptop, I found these shots of Lulu B's.  Though Austin has like hundreds of taco trucks, until the last couple of years we didn't really have outdoor food that wasn't Mexican. 

That's been changing, with higher real estate prices apparently driving at least some of the rush to the outdoors.  We've got Torchy's (yeah, it's a taco truck, but much more hipster-y), Flip Happy Crepes, Davine Foods, and several cupcake trucks that have all opened in the last couple of years.

I really wanted to like Lulu B's.  For one, they're in an area of town that's completely devoid of good Asian food of any kind.  Yeah, you heard me South Austin!  For another, well.. take a look!  Don't you just want to go "Awww"?

According to this article, the place is run by a California transplant and her sister, aiming to show off their mother's recipes.  We tried a pretty good cross-section of the menu on the day we were there.

Celebrating the Fourth with our bellies

I hope that everyone out there in Bloggo-land had a great weekend, and that those of you who had an extra day off were able to have some fun with it. 

On Friday the 4th, we got up really early (for a day off) to begin preparing for the holiday dinner we'd be going to at K and P's beautiful South Austin house.  Husbear went nuts. 

HE MADE BUNS.  And ketchup.  And aioli.  And pimento cheese.  And long-term caramelized onions.  And that's just what we brought over.

Pretty soon after we arrived with our giant cooler bag stuffed with four bottles of rose and a bunch of Topochico, K and Husbear put together this quick snack tray.

Personalizing the Internet

070208, 184/366: The Dudes with their Meat, originally uploaded by Boots in the Oven.

What have we been up to? Well, hopefully you'll find out soon, since I have the week off of work and very little excuse to procrastinate. Well, perhaps not quite as much of an excuse as normal.

Last week was terrific, with my math project ending and a wonderful Fourth and another trip out to Krause Springs. We also had an Internet friend come into town. I've been communicating with Paolaccio through the etherweb for over a year now, which seems like a shocking period of time to know someone without having any ability to pick them out of a lineup of two.

So, he came into town, and we went to Vino Vino and had lots of tasty small plates, and then the next day we took the man down to Lockhart so he could wrap his canines around some serious Central Texas barbeque at Smitty's. He didn't eat for another twenty-six hours.

He came through town on the Albuquerque - New Orleans leg of his cross-country car journey, which you can follow over here on his blog.

Yay for finally meeting internet people in the flesh!

Happy 4th of July!

Happy 4th of July!, originally uploaded by Boots in the Oven.

Have we mentioned our small kitchen?

I hope everyone is enjoying their 4th of July celebrations! We've been up preparing since about 9 this morning. I'm surrounded by rising hamburger buns, freshly made pimento cheese, a large pile of caramelized onions, and what's rapidly beginning to look like homemade ketchup!

That's not to mention the croissants we bought for hot dogs, the burgers being made at our friend's house, the homemade pickles and watermelon salad K's working on, and of course the copious roses and beers and Topochicos for the drinking.  Phew.

Happy Independence Day! I have to go help before the kitchen devolves into further chaos.

Hey, I think we figured Wink out!

Yeah, you might think that after the so-so experience we had at Wink back in April, we wouldn't be back anytime soon.  But we're strange like that, I guess, and after a long long day of shopping and gym-going (I'm still sore), we decided to take a jaunt over to Wink for dinner.

Wink's wine bar, that is.

Turns out, you can order everything on Wink's menu at their wine bar, including the tasting menu - plus there's a list of tasty bar apps!

HEE HEE WHOOO. HEE HEE WHOOO.

I'm trying to keep my blood pressure and heart rate down using your standard breathing exercises, but the only one I know anything about is Lamaze (and that's mostly from the movies) which I don't think is helping that much.

Condo update in 50 words or less, from when eviction citation was received:  GO.

$26,000 lien put against house by sleazy owner's realtor.  Lien cleared.  Offer.   Counteroffer.  Offer.  Counteroffer.  Offer.  Counteroffer.  ACCEPTED woot!  Paperwork signed.  Mortgage lined up.  Closing soon - by end of month?

There, you're just about up to date.

So, thinking we're all in the clear and everything's settled with the lawyers, I arrive home today to find: Notice of Eviction Default Judgment.

Apparently, we're not out of the woods yet. The bank decided to go to court anyway so they can throw us out on our adorable heinies if the sale doesn't work out.  Isn't that nice?  Sweet, even?  Human?

So I've been looking at this picture and practicing Lamaze.  hee hee whoo, indeed.

Second verse, same as the first, a little bit louder and a little bit worse

Yesterday, Reimer's Ranch, 2:00 PM:

"I don't sunburn."

Sure you don't want some sunscreen?  It's just SPF 15, it's like nothing.

"I don't sunburn."

OK.  Let's go in the water.  Nice. 

Let's lay next to the water.  Really, you don't want sunscreen?

"No.  Really.  I don't burn."

In and out of the water.  On the sand.  Ninety-five degrees.  No shade.

"I don't sunburn."

Let's fall asleep for an hour and wake up when we get rained on.  Oh.

Let's drive back to Austin, exclaiming the whole way that Sooz maybe shouldn't have fallen asleep for two hours since she's now lobster red.

Husband says, "Good thing I don't sunburn."

Later that night, I say, hey, you're looking pretty pink and your skin's rather dry.  Would you like some lotion?

"Sure.  It's not sunburn, though."

I know.

"Hey, that lotion tingles.  No, burns.  OW OW OW."

Not sunburned?  Want aloe anyway?

"Yes."

Aloe applied, skin now hot to the touch, the man says:

"It appears I may have a bit of a burn."

Comfortable Meaty Food

Sheez, at least there has been a post between this one and the barbecue orgy!

So.  What do you do when a Texas Deppity bangs on your door and hands you an EVICTION CITATION that asks for your presence in court in a week or else?

Well, first you gasp a lot, and then you think about it for a couple of days, and then you decide that what would really help your state of mind would be a burger from this place you've been hearing so much about.

Or am I projecting, and that's just me?

Now I'm really not one to eat when I'm upset - in fact, I lose weight quickly when stressed - but I guess this time is different.  I just couldn't stop thinking about meaty meatburgers and crunchy fries.

So I went to Mighty Fine Burgers.

A fun afternoon with Flickr

If you're normal, this should really only take you ten minutes or so.

It's a great idea I learned about through Paolaccio, who got it from Michelle at Bleeding Espresso.

It's a way to make a pretty representative mosaic using bits of your life and personality.  Here's how, if you want your own:

Smitty's Market in Lockhart Wants to Cure Your Anemia

No real news to report on the condo.  The "owner" and his realtor continue to sink to newly hilarious levels of insane sleaziness, and meanwhile, we wait.  Like I told my father last week, I'm buying laundry soap in the small sizes just in case we have to move suddenly.  Har.

Memorial Day Weekend was filled with fun and food and happiness in the form of my inlaws, the inestimable and inimitable GQ and Mama Bear, who haven't made an appearance on this blog in some time but are still trucking along just north of New Orleans.

While they were here, in Central Texas, we had to go eat barbecue.  Texas-style barbecue, of course.  For those of you who are blissfully unaware of what sets Texas barbecue apart from that of lesser states, well, we scoff at the vinegary marinades of North Carolina.  We laugh at the childlike yellow of Central South Carolina's mustard-sauced shredded pork.  Here, we do beef.  And some pork.  But mostly beef.

And sauce is always the condiment, never the star!