Xander ,'Lessons'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Does the mayo made with olive oil taste different from regular mayo to other people?
It tastes disgusting. I threw out the whole jar. And I like olive oil! Just, not in mayo.
I actually like it better than regular mayo, which I didn't expect. I figured the addition would be nasty, but instead I was all, "Sandwiches! I must make more sandwiches to put this on!"
I don't even know.
Two blazer and five blouse changes later, I have settled on my outfit for the interview. The Lagerfeld blazer didn't quite work (it has an asymmetrical front closure, which looks cool, but I know I would fidget with it), so I went with the equally lucky (yard sale score!) black wool Dior blazer. The blouse is a pink men's-style collared shirt that has black silk ruffles down the front button placket. (Almost like a 70s tux shirt, but in cotton and silk instead of polyester.)
WOO, NEW PC, erika!!!
I lovelovelove homemade aioli (especially when used to dip rosemary pomme frites in OMG NOM) but I have only tried mayo with canola oil, not olive, and that shit is NAST.
I don't even know.
Well, lots of sandwiches are just dressed with olive oil.
When we get the fancy tuna that's all it needs on a good crusty bread.
I remember the first time I ate at an Italian restaurant and got a little dish of olive oil to dip my bread instead of butter. "Wha?" said my brain, but my tongue had the override.
When I get fancy tuna, it is raw and is called toro and I want to eat 8000 pounds of it.
When I get fancy tuna,
That's Even Fancier Tuna.
mayo with canola oil, not olive, and that shit is NAST
Yes. It is.
I remember the first time I ate at an Italian restaurant and got a little dish of olive oil to dip my bread instead of butter. "Wha?" said my brain, but my tongue had the override.
So good! See, it's not that I don't like olive oil. It has to be on that crusty bread, though.
question for the over-educated (or properly-educated, to some): how would one translate into latin: "never eat more than you can lift."
Thanks for the advice and well-wishes, everyone. I slept, which is the most I could ask for, I get, but I still feel all adrenaline-shaky and my chest feels tight. Not fun. This has been going on for the past few days as some anxieties are making their way to the fore.
Sleep is a good thing. May the anxieties flee your vicinity.