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.
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:
Yesterday morning, my sister realized her baby was coming two weeks earlier than she thought:
Check here for some (non-food related) New York pics from my trip. The way you can tell I didn’t take them is by looking at how good they are.
You may or may not know that in addition to being the most hilarious food blogger ever, except, maybe for other ones that are funnier than me, I am also a budding therapist who believes very much in the health of our individual communities.
That is why, of many worthwhile causes and charity events, I am particularly excited about the Saban Free Clinic’s 13th Annual “Extravaganza For The Senses” Food & Wine Event.
Tomorrow I will be baking vegan ginger spice cookies all day in my mommy’s kitchen for all you peeps. My kitchen is intimidated by hers, and also smaller. So…..I’m doing it there.
I don’t usually bake, but this is a very important cause. Please come support the Eat My Blog bake sale…
All proceeds go to the Los Angeles Food Bank. Learn more about it here if you are interested. Which technically you should be.
By the way, this is no ordinary bake sale. Check out the menu.
See you Saturday! Unless you’re a bad person who believes in starvation. Then I’ll just see you another time.
When a friend up and moves to Seattle, the right thing to do is visit her almost immediately with another friend.
And if you’ve never been to Seattle, the other right thing to do is ask people for suggestions on where to eat, drink, get coffee, get into trouble, what to see, hear, etc. I’m clueless about Seattle so any and all suggestions are welcome. Thanks in advance!
I think food trucks are irritating. I know, I’m alone in that, but I’m not scared to hate things other people think they’re supposed to love. Take jazz or Paris for example. Maybe hate’s a strong word, but I can think of more romantic cities and better music.
Anyway, all food truck hate aside, do you think this guy’s for sale?
Good things come in small packages.
Spent the weekend in the desert, where I had the pleasure of stumbling upon an estate sale at Liberace’s old house.
A few shitty shots I snuck with my phone to capture the ornate depressingness of it all:
and most importantly….
Bobby Trendy was lingering there, just waiting to be recognized…
Note the airbrushed penis shorts and bedazzled belt buckle. What you can’t note, however, is the Kardashianesque butt pad he had stuffed in his “shorts.”
If that’s what they really are, which they aren’t, because clearly they’re underwear.