i had some friends over last night for bastille day dinner, and it was an all around wonderful time
i minored in french in college and enjoy any excuse to make french food, so i always do some sort of fancy dinner to celebrate the holiday. this year i made lentil salad with goat cheese and pecans, coq au vin, and salted butter caramel-chocolate mousse, all from david lebovitz’s my paris kitchen.
i’ve used several different recipes for coq au vin and his was flat out the best of all of them. he adds cocoa to the red wine sauce, and the results were amazing
and then there was the mousse. i can’t stop thinking about it and i need to find an excuse to make another batch. when i was making it, i actually thought “this must be what having a boner feels like”
thank goodness for delicious food and good friends to share it with
I almost posted about this yesterday. Every single one of them, on every single date, is fucking catty about what you’re wearing. It’s like excuse me?! I WON MUSE MAGAZINE’S BEST DRESSED TITLE, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?
And look, I get that the game is idiotic and shallow, but it’s a good little game, a nice little escape, and nothing else in it is offensive. But what the shit is this negging nonsense? I haven’t dated one of them long enough to see if he changes his tune, because I get so annoyed I break up with them all. Don’t you tell me to dress nicer, hotshot. You’re wearing jean shorts and an infinity scarf.
okay so i got so annoyed with this yesterday that i googled “kardashian game why doesn’t my date like my outfit”
and you know how there are little hearts and stars on the upper right corner of the wardrobe items? apparently those are worth points and you have to have a certain amount of professional points and romantic points to be considered well dressed. when someone makes a comment on your outfit, it says in the bottom left hand corner of the screen how many points you have/how many points you need. so basically, the game wants you to keep buying shit and will insult you until you do
but yeah, i can’t believe how annoyed i got with this ridiculous game when i was like “girl, i am using up all my energy buying you fancy wine and the chef’s special, and you’re going to sit here in a dress that i bought you and tell me that you wished i had dressed up for our date? get out of here with that attitude, no dessert for you”
willie nelson is playing with alison krauss in knoxville on sunday, and i would love to go but even the cheap seats are pretty expensive, plus there is gas and parking and all the other associated costs
so i decided to be responsible (ugh, gross) and just be happy that i’ve seen willie nelson twice and not go for a third time. but dammit if i’m not going to be a little sad on sunday
when i got back from the pool and changed into something to wear down to the bar to watch the game, i forgot my keys. and i have a door that automatically locks after me
so i texted a friend that i was locked out and that i would be down at the park. i ended up laying on a bench next to the creek watching the clouds and fell asleep. when i woke up, my friend with keys was there, as well as two friends who happened to be walking by
it may have been the all around nicest nap i’ve ever taken