I have so much to write about but let’s start with my awesome birthday lunch with my Mom and my Man.
I woke up thinking about The Ivy’s grilled veggie salad, maybe because my family had a bad habit of celebrating all birthdays there until our we grew too large to fit in any room they had to offer.
Here she is, with shrimp, in all her glory:
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You know when you really love someone but you feel like you need a break from them and you hope they’ll be good to you when you come back to them? You tell yourself if it’s really meant to be it will work out?
Well guess what, you’re selfish and they will be so hurt by your self-centered need for “time off” that they will make you think you have food poisoning every time you try to eat them.
Beef. It’s not what’s for dinner. At least for a little while.
So, should we blame thank Pretty Ricky for this phenomenon?
Rarely is a sequel as good as the first. This might be one of those times. Totally safe for work, go for it! Ha.
Day Two, first order of business was to accidentally walk into a tourist trap and eat something that I’m allergic to according to some herbalist in Reseda.
Cafe du Monde.
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and to kick off my surrender back into the world of non-vegans:
NOLA restaurants. I tried to maintain for my first meal there, at Cochon. I really did.:
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officially not really vegan anymore.
lasted 10 months longer than I ever meant it to last and I will probably never consume as much meat/fish/chicken/etc. as I used to thanks to that experience. Felt good while I was doing it until it didn’t feel good.
So that’s that. Love you!
Being that my birthday is less than a month away I thought it might be a good time to create a modest wish list. Here she goes:
I love my whip but an upgrade wouldn’t hurt. I like my cars like you like your women–small waists and big hips. Somebody hook up the XKR:
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Yesterday morning, my sister realized her baby was coming two weeks earlier than she thought:
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If you missed the Saban Free Clinic’s 13th Annual “Extravaganza For the Senses” Food & Wine Event, here’s the recap:
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If New York had an embarrassing past of being in a weird 90s white rap-ish group, do you think it would have been called New Yorky York back in the day but would totally get pissed if you called it that now?
I have no idea what I’m talking about.
On a related note, here’s more food from over there.
A salad with falafel, tahini and hummous from Tahini in the East Village:
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