Every year, my immediate family heads to southern California for the holidays...
...which means eating out is the rule, not the exception.
...which means I eat excellent things that no one should eat, no matter how much they run, like a cheesecake baked into a german chocolate cake (the San Jacinto cake) at Sherman's Deli.
(I'd share a picture, but I'm pretty sure that a) that would count as [food] porn, and b) I ate it and forgot to take a picture.)
I did forget my camera USB cable this trip (d'oh), so pictures will follow as soon as I get back. However, I do have to share this gem with you:
*Family sitting around diner table. Bell dings, signaling someone has entered the restaurant*
Dad: What the...
[Enter Santa Clown]
Me: Quick, here's my camera. Get a covert-ops-style picture for me!
Dad: HEY, SANTA CLOWN! HAPPY CHANNUKAH! CAN WE HAVE YOUR PICTURE?!
Picture of me and brother with Santa Clown coming soon.
(P.S. Don't Google-Image search "Santa Clown." Some people are into some weird stuff, yo).