Happy birthday Debet
Tequila is the drink that most of my friends should never drink.
Back it with tomato juice. It's the very best way to tame the tequila beast.
Gah! Emailed a friend yesterday because I had an itchy feeling that his birthday was this week, Friday the 17th. He emailed back to say that I had a good memory, it's actually the 23rd though and the reason I thought it was the 17th is because that was always an important date to him- the day he was supposed to be born
and the day we would have gotten married
back when we were dating and googly eyed teenagers. I feel like a heel, and yet I'm not sure why I should.
Also, Mr. Jane got a gorgeous daisy tattoo for me yesterday. It's amazing.
Shoe post! These are possibly my most favorite pair of shoes: [link] Side view: [link]
How much do I love Gloomcookie's shoe posts? Bunches.
Mr. Daisy continues to be awesome.
Happy Birthday, DebetEsse!!
Lots of hope for healing and coping for Karen. She sounds like a lovely person who improves the planet by being on it.
congrats on the house-hazzing, -t!!!
Congrats, -t!! Happy escrow!
Mr. Daisy continues to be awesome
Yes. Yes, he does. In addition to the tattoo, he bought presents for me. I got a wood and brushed silver watch and a wood and silver charm bracelet as well as a silver pill box (I'm making perfume solids so I need pretty pill boxes for them).
Love the flowery shoes GC!
ETA: Yay! New house! Congrats -t!
Okay, I just have to make people jealous (and hungry):
My bro and SiL are in town this week, and last night he cooked us a 5-course Italian meal.
Oh. My. GOD. It is *easily* in the top 5 (maybe top 3) meals EVER.
Since it was 5 courses, all the servings were small, but still — Oh. My. GOD.
Course 1 was a bruschetta made with baby swiss, and shaved white truffles (that they brought back from their honeymoon in Italy), which was topped with golden chanterelle mushrooms sauteed in olive oil with garlic and onions.
People, I really dislike mushrooms, and yet the chanterelle topping blew. me. away. So fucking good.
Course 2 was a caprese with thick slices of mozzarella that were thrown on the grill first and then served with just-picked yellow grape tomatoes and basil.
Course 3 was a chilled peach/buttermilk soup. That's what I said -- peach and buttermilk. Chilled. (My brother told me I was a heathen when I called it a smoothie.) He made it with peaches and buttermilk (obviously), apricot liqueur, nutmeg, and creme fraiche.
Understandably, the serving size was tiny -- maybe half a cup. But it, too, was AMAZING.
Course 4 was gnocchi that my bro made from scratch and served with a bleu cheese cream sauce, and toasted walnuts on top.
Course 5 was a tiny pork tenderloin, grilled with tiny brussels sprouts and fennel; the brussels sprouts were also topped with sea salt.
I dislike brussels sprouts, and yet these were SO good.
My bro is an AMAZING chef. Amazing. And I'm still kinda full.
t edit
I should mention that the first 2 courses (roughly) were accompanied by a sauvignon blanc, and the second 2 by a buttery chardonnay, and the pork tenderloin by a big hairy red zinfandel.
I don't think the wines were planned that way; we just went through the bottles pretty quickly.
Steph, that made me cry. holy yum.
