We recently had a little lunch in the kitchen while we were shooting something at the house, and while it wasn’t necessarily for a blog post, Tessa was here so I was like ‘Maybe you could just… you know …’ and I did the universal clicking the camera sign with my finger, eyes and tongue. She is a good sport so she did and they turned out pretty enough to post.
Ok, fine. We added the blue glasses to add color for the shot. We were mainly drinking pink lemonade, not anything that needed to be in those glasses (champagne?).
FiNE and ALSO we added the wood bowls on the plates because we thought it would look prettier. Once a camera is pointed on something I can’t just leave it be.
But those sandwiches? Those are real and really what we put in our mouth-hole. I’m not much of a food maker/person/blogger as you know, but for parties this is what I do:
1 french baguette, halved the long way, with unsalted fancy butter (lots of it, butter is back!) ham and provolone. Mustard and pickles on the side. If you serve them relatively fresh you can add thin tomato and arugula, but if you want to prep hours out for a party like we do, then trust me these are cheap, easy and a total crowd pleaser. I made them for this party, too. I know I basically just described a ham sandwich, but the butter/ham/cheese/baguette combo is really all you need. It’s French. We’re Fancy.
And this was Tessa just showing off her beautiful hand, just rubbing it in my face, while that big dahlia just laid there, rejecting the smaller dahlia which i’ll assume is its girlfriend and not its child. It is Valentines day weekend, as you know, and they say that more breakups happen on that night than any other. And it’s the same for the flower community.
Meanwhile, did you guys know the Thursday night before V-day is ‘mistress night’? When I was waitressing in New York, that Thursday night was always the gross cheating men appeasing their mistresses with a fancy meal. This mainly happens at big expensive restaurants with rich old fat men and younger/hotter women. It’s just painfully obvious. Typically I don’t get too judgmental over here, but I’m pretty anti the ‘leading a-double-life’ and ‘lying on the daily’ kinda cheating. Thank god for them I was never anyone who would spit in food. Man did they tip well because they knew we knew and we knew that they knew that we knew, and so I didn’t want their stupid 25% tip, but I had to take it because I had maybe $230 in my bank account. Friday digressions. Still here?
Brian and I accidentally made no plans at all. I guess that means Thai take out and a marathon (tv, not running ….please). Although if ’50 shades’ was on demand I would pay for that for sure (especially after reading this review). I can’t bring myself to see it in the theater (yet) but if we could just pay $20 to have it in our new cozy den, then I’d be fine with that. Uh Oh … uh oh .. uh oh ..uh oh …..
Happy Friday, folks.