Who Ate the Baby?
Question: It’s just now Does-my-ass-look-Fat Tuesday?? Jesus H. Christ, it feels like I’ve been eating king cakes and flashing my boobs for weeks! Doesn’t anyone remember the Super Bowl? I know all of you were sneaking fistfulls of purple/green/gold frosting while pretending to keep score or critique the lameass commercials. If I had a nickle for all the cake babies I’ve found in February, I could open my own abortion clinic. And then I’d burn it down and collect the insurance, because we need those babies for next year’s cakes. Right? That’s what I like to call a win-win.
Good golly, it sure has been a while since I’ve posted, no? I missed me. I mean you. I mean you missed me. Either way, it doesn’t matter, I’m back!! And, let’s not be modest, I’m better than ever. I got myself a new job (hooray for paychecks! boooo taxes!) and a new man (hooray for date nights!), so these days Laptop is one very happy, and very satisfied, camper.
So, yeah, things out of the kitch are positively positive, and even though I haven’t been blogging about it, things in the kitch have been heating up as well. I’ve actually been cooking up a whole mess of good food lately. If you all remembered one thing about me, it’s that I hate to use recipes because I think they’re bossy and rude. Has a recipe ever, EVER, included the words “please” or “thank you”? Or a simple, “I’m sorry” after it demands you chop an onion or accidentally slice your finger off? No. RUDE. Anyway… Suprise, surprise — I’ve been all about using recipes lately. And I’m not saying that I’m officially “on” any “band waggons” but I’m certainly dabbling with the idea of becoming one of those recipe people. You know who you are. Gluttons for punishment, every last one of you. So far, Real Simple has been a pretty decent resource for recipes and tidbits. And you know I hate Fake Complicated, so it works for me.
So, speaking of Valentine’s Day… me and The Greek pretty much feasted our way through those most-romantic 24 hours. There is a reason Pepto Bismol is pink — the younger-sister of red — the color of lurve. We started the day off with brunch at Breadwinner’s, - the Uptown location, although the one on Lovers Lane would have been more appropriate… ba-dum-ching! Of course there was a seventeen hour wait so we kicked it at Quarter Bar and sipped on some delicious Bloody Marys whist reading the paper funny pages / horoscopes. SIDE NOTE TO ALL DALLAS READERS: the bloody mary’s at Quarter Bar are far FAR superior to the bloody mary’s at Breadwinner’s… as The Greek put it, “I didn’t order cocktail sauce…” RIGHT?? And for 8 bucks, where’s the effin shrimp?? Anyway, we stuffed ourselves with our free pre-meal pastry treats and then proceeded to restuff ourselves on the actual meal. I had some veggie something or other and he had some breakfasty something or other… I don’t really remember because the booze and food coma were starting to kick in and it gets a little hazy.
Then we waddled home, went our separate ways for a while, then met back up in the evening for a trek to Mecca (aka Central Market). Thousands of dollars later, we set off to make the most incredible meal ever known to mankind. Well, top five, at least. Chicken stuffed with Mozzarella, basil, sun-dried tomato, and garlic — baked with veggies in a crazy delicious pasta sauce (which was later spooned onto the pasta parmigiana), served with a yummy salad and bruscetta. Oh yeah. It was dee-lish. See the pic. Nuff said. Oh yeah, and we got all boozy on red wine and I proceeded to wink at him an inappropriate amount, ‘cause that’s what I do when the vino does flow… he liked it.
Anyway, enough about all that stuff, what I really want to say is that I’m looking forward to blogging more. I’ve got some drafts that I never posted (and will try to pass them off as BRAND NEW material) and some incredible dining events coming up, so the material will practically write itself.
Warm hearts and full bellies to all.
