I Smell A Class-Action Lawsuit...

I forgot the most important thing to tell all of you wonderful kitchen folk. We now dilute the Sterbac twice as much as we did last season... it's not even blue anymore. It was unhealthy at concentrations of yesteryear.

Look Who's Back

I'm sitting in the Highway One computer kiosk with Evan and Dave. I'm flipping freezing as Evan just dragged me on the Ob Hill Loop and it's cold and windy. The kitchen is pretty much the same as ever. The DAs haven't come close to cracking yet, it's sort of unnerving. They are all quite happy.

As for the DAs of last summer, it's a pretty sweet time. Ethan, Dave, Evan and myself rocked pots last sunday. Ethan has moved on to colder pastures down south, so it looks like Emily Wempler will fill in this sunday. Upon Evan's arrival, a hastey trip to Gallagher's was made, and after a few drinks and shots of tequila, I made one of the greatest decisions of my life. The only problem is, now every drunk guy on station rubs my head... I have to wear hats to the bars.

Evan opted for the tri-hawk. As you can see by the photo, Dave's cut wasn't as nice as ours (he was the master with the beard trimmer), the battery died and Evan did his best with scissors. Happily, Katie Leum fixed him up the next day.

I have gossip, but you have to contact me for the really good stuff.

Hope to hear from you all.

--katie