I’m a woman of my word. As promised, I remade the shrimp po’ boy all by myself.
E and I had a few friends over for the big games on Sunday.
Here’s how E and I choose what we’re having for dinner.
E and I reconnected with some cool friends this weekend.
I had a post a few weeks ago about why one should not order the plain white sandwich. Unless you’re E, and your girlfriend is making grilled cheese sandwiches with sauteed brussels sprouts and you despise the green veggies.
Hump day. Halfway to the weekend, which is time for one of my favorite fall weekend activities: watching football.
I should mention that our sunset dinner a few days ago almost didn’t happen.
Sunday afternoon. Me. Football. TV. Heaven. Sunday afternoon. E. Computer. Office. Heaven.
On Sunday nights of my childhood, my mother often made pot roasts.
Earlier this week I made a Forbidden Sandwich of zucchini and sliced tomatoes, two vegetables E finds repulsive. I asked E what he would cook for himself when I’m not around.
We still had zucchini left over from Marie’s garden. But we did not have much zucchini bread left—we gave most of one loaf to Marie. The other loaf and a half…. I, um…well, I was hungry!
E and I will not see each other for a week. Fashion Week begins today, and I will be out covering shows and parties for work.
I have never fried chicken before. My mother fried it on occasion, but I can’t remember a time when she made any for Dad and I after 1994, when she was working nights, and I went on this kick where everything I ate was stir fried.
E and I are the rare couple that can sit next to each other for hours and say nothing, yet be having the time of our lives.
Last week, I have not been giving one particular being in this household enough attention. No, not E, but the the beef brisket I bought on Monday that has sat in the fridge.
E and I are back on track. So, I’m back in the kitchen.
Here’s another sign that I’m turning into my mother.
My friends want me to have a birthday party for myself, but then I end up having to make the plans. I don’t want to do any work to enjoy my birthday. Instead, I’ll make E do it.
July 4th is a special day at our house. Not only is it America’s birthday, it’s mine, too.
“There’s wind tomorrow,” E declared. “We’re going to the beach.”
Maybe I’ve been spending too much time in the kitchen. Maybe I’ve spent too much time taking care of others and not myself. But despite dating a tall attractive man who loves me, I didn’t feel…sexy.
I ran the Brooklyn Half Marathon this weekend, which was an amazing but intense experience. On Saturday, I was up by 5:30 am to get over to the starting line just a short drive away. By the time I crossed the finish line in about two hours, E was there waiting with a smile.
Rating: I’m ready for a vacation. Not only to get away from this drab New York City weather, but also to give E and I something else to do beside stare at each other.
A trip to Restoration Hardware proved yet again how different E and I are as shoppers. He buys high quality things he loves, price or fragility be damned. I always have my “Practical Sally” hat on, and look for things that will last long or provide the best value—like dark-colored pillows and sheets so they […]