


marcus method

saehee method

Sunday was hilarious. Marcus and I both had traffic school which we’ve decided will be the absolute rock-bottom experience of our relationship. It can go no lower than traffic school. I can hardly describe the absolute dreariness of traffic school. Everything from rubbery pizza to the vending machine rattling 2 feet away from me…
Really, if Marcus hadn’t been there rolling his eyes periodically along with me, I might have just accepted the higher insurance rate and strike on my driving record. It was bad.
Afterwards Marcus suggested we “see something beautiful” to cleanse our palates of the day so we went to the Pacific Design Center and looked through the MOCA bookstore, imagining an exhibition of Eva Hesse and Mona Hatoum pieces. We climbed this:
and tried to place our bodies in a southeastern direction. Architecture seems to follow us where ever we go.
Afterwards i started to feel light headed and Marcus suggested that we go to MILK and get some sugary provisions, stating “i know my girl well” and certainly if he’s suggesting that ice cream is my salve of choice, he does know me well.
I would like to live at MILK. I would like to make my bed in their pastry case and have banana dulce de leche ice cream for breakfast and take baths in their flour bins.
We saw a pint of rum ice cream in their freezer and immediately got excited about the possibility of adding raisins and making rum raisin ice cream. Everyone knows how I feel about liquor enhanced sweets…
There was some debate as to how we should rum-ify the raisins. My feeling was that we should boil the raisins in a rum syrup and let them plump up. Marcus scoffed at this and thought the boiling part was unnecessary. He wanted to go the way of lo-fi soaking the raisins in raw rum. We decided to test this, wagering our usual $2.
Dear followers of Sprout & the Bean, I, Saehee Cho can admit defeat. Marcus’ raw soaking was totally better, proving that more complicated does not necessarily equal better taste. The rum was much more present in Marcus’ raisins and my raisins just felt a little juicier, not necessarily rummier.
You win this one, Civin.



