There’s so much to share and yet now is neither the time nor the place.
We had a rather ferocious storm earlier this evening and I started to type, but I got rather distracted by the open bottle of Cabernet we had lying around and our new wine aerator.
Sorry I’m not sorry.
Consider this a cautionary tale in what happens when the last pre-wedding date night you can squash into the schedule happens to be at Chimborazo.
As I was scraping the very last bits of the tres leches cake off of the plate, Marcus thanked me for not actually licking the plate in a public place.
Being seen with me in a public place is a privilege, not a right
Seriously? Minneapolis readers, run, don’t walk.
And make sure to bring all of your hipster friends. Because it’s not so hip that people don’t bathe, but it’s definitely hip enough that Buffalo Check is the Pattern of Choice and ironic hats are The Law Of The Land.
Take heart in the fact that there was nary a scarf to be seen in the entire place.
There’s also a bit of Blog Admin we can expect to address in the next few days…
- Birthday. Tenaciously Yours, has turned three behind our backs. Expect excessive amounts of reflection and introspection as well as a giveaway.
- Running. It’s quite the ordeal.
- Rhubarb. Harvest it, cook it. So many ways, so little time.
- My mane.
If you’d like a laugh tonight, Billy wrote a guest post back in the day that left Marcus and I practically in-tears when we re-read it last night. He and Dad went to Cici’s Pizza once upon a time (they have NEVER been back) and, let’s just say that I hope for your sanity, you never find yourselves in that situation.
How do you identify Hipsters?
What’s the last “new” type of cuisine you have gotten to try?