HomiEats – Tacos El Rojo + Zayda
Haven’t been here in a while. This place never disappoints and I finally got the pleasure of introducing yet another homie to the greatness that is the best Mexican food in Vise City by a country mile. 🤤
✏️ Designer • 📷 Photographer • 🇲🇽 Token Mexican | 📍 Visalia, CA | 💻 🖱 📷: Middlestate Design, Pita Kabob & Grill, Grizzly Fest, Sound N Vision Foundation (For which I also have the privilege of serving on the Board of Directors of) and its yearly fundraiser show Tastemakers Festival. My print and design division is PixelPush.Media. Steak before cake. Quod sumus, hoc eritis. 💀
HomiEats – Planing Mill + Amy & Zayda
Finally got to hang out with Zayda’s coworker Amy today. She’s also a huge photography nerd, so the logical course of events had to be that we all spent the day on the road shooting photos. Shame we got hailed on, otherwise we would have made it all the way to Kings Canyon and back…
Classics Are A Classic For A Reason
Fried eggs, black beans, pico de gallo, panela, handmade tortillas.
Chicken Pesto Pasta
I hella fucked this up, because that pasta didn’t cook without breaking apart while stirring so it wouldn’t stick together. Every other flavor was on point. Recipe here: Chicken Pesto & Tomato Confit Pasta Ingredients Instructions
Tacos de Arrachera con Chimichurri
Thanks to Ziah for the meat delivery. 🤤 Homemade chimichurri, pickled red onions, alfalfa sprouts, hand-pressed blue corn tortillas.
HomiEats – The House + Zayda
My homie Z needs a place to crash for a while. I have a spare room. Problem worked itself out. In the meantime, we’re gonna be eating hella good food. 🤤 For her first night, it was flame-seared ribeye, chimichurri and baked potatoes with bacon-smoked sea salt. 😮💨
HomiEats – Sushi Kuu + Zayda
First time in maybe 2 years that I didn’t order the chef’s choice dinner set. Still better than 90% of restaurants out there. 🤤
No Matter How Many Miles It Takes: Mac Miller 1992-2018
I originally started to write this a year ago about Mac Miller’s impact on hip-hop for his birthday, before it devolved into a pretentious thought piece I couldn’t finish because it made me cringe and I deleted it. A year later, I finally realized what I started writing about: substance abuse and the downward spiral.
This is dedicated to my friend Coop. We all saw the signs and we ignored them and, for that, I am sorry. 💔