Saturday, March 31, 2012
Penne with spicy jowl bacon and cream. AND CREAM.
me: That just screams "cholesterol medication" but I want it.
Fábio: I'd eat that so slowly and sexy like...
photo via May Yum, via The Other F-Word
Friday, March 30, 2012
my word of advice to you is just relax; just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts
Dave Chappelle's Block Party in theaters is one of my favorite AVT crew memories ever.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Arlington Earth Week Community Fair poster
I like this one more than the Fairfax concert poster.
Need to fix: widow on last paragraph and make address a couple pt sizes smaller. wait on feedback for orange type.
Proper words of wisdom right here.
me: fuchsia is one of those words I can never spell.
Stephanie: Do what I do. Type until the red squiggles disappear.
Stephanie: Do what I do. Type until the red squiggles disappear.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Tonight
- seared scallops with a rendered bacon/white wine/lemon zest/mushroom/cream sauce.
- grilled steak with roasted baby reds and asparagus.
- arugula salad with simple vinaigrette.
- vanilla bean buttermilk cake with fresh raspberries and whipped cream.
- grilled steak with roasted baby reds and asparagus.
- arugula salad with simple vinaigrette.
- vanilla bean buttermilk cake with fresh raspberries and whipped cream.
tags:
anniversary,
dad,
dinner,
menu,
mom
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Saturday morning
sounds like: Deniece Williams, Stevie Wonder, Al Green, and the Contemporary Impressionists episode of Community.
tastes like: seared beef tongue at midnight to celebrate the completion of a French literature midterm exam, muddled frozen blackberries and pomegranate juice (1 part blackberries, 1 part pomegranate juice, 1 part water, and a lot of ice).
feels like: we skipped spring and went straight to summer, sundress straps slipping off my shoulders, hair out of my eyes because I went at my bangs with a pair of scissors, and the sweet weekend before me. nature blossoming to life from our barely-there winter.
smells like: icy blackberries, books (I renewed my local library card today! I think it expired when I was still in high school), muggy afternoons and now cool night breezes through the new leaves.
photo via my instagram. Try to contain your jealousy over my shiny new library card, complete with two keychain cards. Baller.
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