i write awesome, deep blog entries in my head while commuting home. too bad i promptly forget them. i had two wonderful posts all thought out, and now there really is nothing left of them at all.
so instead, i will revert to food again. the subject line is what the bear said last night when i pulled this out of our freezer:
he hadn't tried much greek or mediterranean food before our second go-round of dating, so please excuse him.
before we ate that, we had some steamed broccoli dipped in "spicy ranch." why the annoying quotes? because it was two little things of jack-in-the-crack buttermilk house sauce + a big drop of this:
that dave sure knows how to concoct some potent stuff. mmmMMM.
oh yes, i did convection ovenize some frozen sweet potato frites from trader joe's, too, as we had some spicy ranch left. that's what the package says. it turns all french all of a sudden 2/3 of the way through its own name. yeah, it's about time to go grocery shopping.
good thing we don't have kids to feed.
please stop dropping your secrets in my ear. my little brain can only hold so much before it wants to burst.
but seriously, people. i'm not that reliable or trustworthy. really. i promptly tell the bear most everything. of course when i come squealing in with a juicy piece of gossip/yet another secret, he usually doesn't hear what i'm saying and answers with a grunt or two. so the freakin' secret bounces out of his bouncy eardrum, drops back into my ear, and there it stays tickling the blabbermouth part of my brain threatening to bust out.
alright, i guess i do feel pretty dang special to be entrusted with what is important to you and so important that it must be whispered and handled with care for the time being.
currently drooling over this:
online exhibit, filled with color. go peep it, yo.