Samuel tagged me for this Food Porn Meme. He got it from Rosie.
1. What food do you consider the best “date” food? In other words, what meal or food item do you think is sexiest to eat in the company of someone you would like to look sexy around?
I've never really been on a date, except dinner with Pop, and I don't really cross the lines of food and sex. I love both for what they are too much. However, if I did think of being sexy while eating, I would choose sushi, because you have to open your mouth really wide, and using chopsticks is kind of sexy. Oh, and lollypops of course.
2. What well-known person would you like to share a meal with—with or without clothing. (saying whether or not clothes are involved is optional).
Anthony Bourdain, Thomas Keller, Michael Symon, Michael Rhulman, and it would be like a bad dream to be unclothed while dining with any of these guys.
3. What does your perfect breakfast-in-bed look like? (Food AND the details, please. Candles? Music? Flowers? Hot tub? Dancing girls?
I wouldn't want to eat in my bed. But my perfect breakfast would be any combination of all the breakfast foods you can think of paired with spicy and complex bloody marys.
4. What do you consider the best application of whipped cream to be?
Definitely pie, specifically pumpkin pie.
5. Oh-God-No, Biff, the yacht is sinking! You are sent to the galley to retrieve the food. What luxury food items do you snatch first? The champagne? The caviar? Smoked Salmon? Truffles? Chocolate? Or something else?
Well, I have to go with Samuel's answer, I'm grabbing the least perishables and a can opener, and all the alcohol on board.
I don't really read too many blogs (lack of time), so I'm tagging whoever happens upon this.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Love
A drunken whirlwind of a weekend with a girl I wouldn't let myself fall for, but would have if she hadn't moved hundreds of miles away today.
A drunken and depressed love of my life but gay husband who went to bed without saying much.
Sometimes it feels good to cry alone, but it makes you feel more alone.
And sometimes, you wish you'd never experienced love.
A drunken and depressed love of my life but gay husband who went to bed without saying much.
Sometimes it feels good to cry alone, but it makes you feel more alone.
And sometimes, you wish you'd never experienced love.
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