Mitchie Bakin's...

Mitchie made brownies... With fruit... and CARAMEL DRIZZLE... with the CARAMEL GOO GOO SAUCE ON THE INSIDE... And more chocolate drippings... with yummy deliciousness... Oh, sweet Jesus! I'm gonna need a moment or five... Alone... Leave the brownies... and the paper towels...

My Little Rat...

Mitchell, whom I have now affectionately dubbed "my little rat" just because of it's intended meaning by some people, is my best friend. He's quirky and a tad anti-social, but if you get over the "Mitch-ness of his Mitch-osity" he is actually a cool shit to hang out with. Mitch, Lucky and I hang out once maybe twice a week just to ... well... hang out. We talk about things like politics, the different martial arts, our opinions about all sorts of things, the dreams we have should we hit lotto and who we would cast in "The Dresden Files" movie.
Mitchie is a bit crude and a little rough around the edges, but he has always been there when Lucky couldn't. When certain events took place, Mitch sat at the kitchen table so that nothing would come of them when I couldn't have Lucky there.
Someone tried to break into the house in the middle of the night while I was on the phone with Lucky (when he was working), I was on the phone with 911, Lucky was on the phone with Mitchie calling "the code". Within minutes, Mitchie was there, armed to the teeth, had stained his karma by running over a family of raccoons and crashed on the couch for the rest of what was left of the night even though he had to be in court the next morning.
Mitch has proven to be a worthy friend on more than one occasion and although we don't see eye to eye on everything all the time, he is one of the best of friends anyone could ask for.

Mitchie Pizza...

My Mitchie A.K.A. the "Little Rat" is a whiz in the kitchen. (And don't let the "Kosher Jew Lawyer" exterior fool you either. He will fuck your shit up... ROYAL. Go ahead... Choose your weapon... You will have chosen... Unwisely.)
He's been doing up these pizzas... Now, you have to understand that Mitchell does not believe pizza to be just a set of ingredients that you slap together and throw into the friggin' oven. No, no.Pizza is a concept.
We had one the other night that had a crust that was toasted on the tray that previously roasted the vegetables, said vegetables being red peppers and vidalia onion roasted in olive oil and a lil bit o' salt and pepper, mushrooms done up in butter, salt, pepper and a little bit of balsamic vinegar, (run-on sentence much?) two fried eggs (chicken eggs this time because he was out of duck eggs... We were slumming that night...), melted brie cheese and fake bacon. I know, I know... FAKE bacon... But it didn't matter after the first bite of this pizza... It rocked! Mouth-gasms with every bite! It almost turned into a bloody knife fight when it came down to the last piece... It made that slice taste even more super tasty for me! :)