Hey Gabe Mayer,
You don't know me and I don't have contact info for you but I bought the house you used to live in on Linwood and now someone is looking for you. I figure maybe you will google yourself sometime and see this.

The person sent the following message:

Please call 716-397-4265 when you can. Trying to find Gabe Mayer. He designed a website for my company but can't get through to him. Any info would be great

Maybe this will help you two find each other.

What gives these chunky black mounds such great stability?

The first thing I am made is coconut meringue cookies. I know it's
lazy but I really enjoy "just press" mixing. It sure beats the hand
crank mixer I have been using the last ten years.

We went to Times Beach this afternoon and spent time in the sun. I even took off my shirt for a while to maximize vitamin D production. The ice was still pretty thick, I walked out pretty far till I heard that scary cracking - the titanic hit an iceberg - noise and headed back in. It didn't stop me from skating around off shore for a bit which was so great in the sun. It made the very top very wet and slippery.







Tonight we are off to dinner with Robert and James. What a busy weekend.

The massage at The massage Studio on Allen was awesome. I never had anyone massage by butt or feet before, it was great. No, I know what you are thinking, but there was no happy ending.

Then I got lots of choxie, plus the entire O.C. series on DVD plus bonus material. Maybe (e:mike) will watch it with me.

Then, I got a new albino pet bird. I love it. I am going to name it albini.


Then we went to one of the nicest dinners I have had at Rue Franklin . We were one of the first people to arrive. By the time we left it was packed. I had squab (Roast squab with Belgian endive, raisins, pinenuts and cardamom. Served medium-rare ) which is basically a baby pigeon



The weird part is that is was borderline raw but on purpose. I actually thought it tasted pretty great - I would get it again. I hope they are raised on a farm and not wild. Apparently, I like the taste of raw pigeon.

So the funniest part was about halfway through the meal in comes an 80 year old guy and his wife/companion who looked about 50. She had breasts bigger than lola ferrari. I know I exaggerate all the time but this was so for real. Everyone in the restaurant was staring at her. I wonder what that must feel like. They were literally larger than basketballs approaching beach balls. Basically just like this:



When we got home (e:terry) and (e:matthew) gave me a bigger box of choxie chocolates and one of the best gifts of all, the gift that keeps on giving - a kitchenaid icecream maker attachment for the new kitchenaid mixer I got from my parents.