classy
tonight for dinner, a and i had chicken sausage with mustard, mine with sauerkraut and a side of pickles. oh, and a charming glass of beaujolais-villages. this is what happens when you go for a long bike ride, stop at your friend's house and unexpectedly get fed delicious homemade gazpacho and blueberry peach pie but come home to a somewhat empty kitchen craving protein. you work with what you got, which does not include buns. or fresh vegetables. but does inexplicable include large quantities of pickled foods.
its meals like these that lead to major gaps in my foodblog. i mean, it's a bit embarrassing, isn't it? and i didn't even include here a picture of our appetizer, ritz crackers with easy cheez, left over from our 50s party. and i'm only mentioning now the sugarless neopolitan ice cream because i feel somewhat obligated to do so.
because everyone is always cooking these amazing meals and i'm eating crackers with tomato sauce from a jar for dinner. sigh.
posted by Deepfry @ 22:26
3 Comments:
tell me about it! there's nothing that will make you feel more like a jerk than making dinner out of stale bread and vinegary wine when you live in paris...i feel so much PRESSURE to eat well. haha.
i know. i'd better not see you posting about the soggy tomato and cheese baguette you grabbed on the way home from classes or anything like that. i expect only tales of exquisite pastries, rich meals, etc.
vincent, what do you mean "make it avaliable online"? the recipe??
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