Off To The Fertile Valleys

It's hard leading such a fascinating life sometimes. Once again I must hop a plane to somewhere. This time it's the ferile valleys of Nevada where, we are told, the peaches shake. Yowza! Unfortunately I missed this year's Time Traveler Convention so I was unable to meet my future self to get advance copies of the photos I am going to take. Hopefully I can go to the next one, last year. Instead, please settle for this gallery of Luxor photos and this photo of an aye aye:

Two Great Tastes That Go Great Together?

In the kitchen this evening deciding on something for dinner it occurred to me that I like eggs. And I like peanut butter. Why not take these two great foods and combine them into one scrumptious meal. People make peanut butter fried chicken. What could possibly go wrong? So I took a large scoop of all natural peanut butter and scrambled 4 eggs, put all the ingredients in a pan and moved them around until they were done. The result looks disgusting, I must admit. I expected the peanut butter to make the eggs saltier since I don't use salt on any of the long list of complicated foods I make at home (oatmeal being near the top of the list in terms of complexity). The result is more disturbing than salty. They taste like chicken. As in the chicken breast, not the egg. It's needs something but I just can't put my finger on it... maybe barbeque sauce.