When I think of spritzers, I picture a group of old ladies tanning on the beaches of South Beach in their 1970s sunglasses and floral dress bathing suits (I not-so-secretly want one). I imagine them gossiping about the neighbors and telling one or two inappropriate jokes that all of them juuust love, especially since they’ve all had one too many white wine spritzers. And you can bet ice cubes are in those white wine spritzers. Definitely.
This picture I painted has inspired me to make my own spritzer (sans white wine). I feel like we’re all just dangling on the cusp of Winter, waiting for it to transform into Spring. It hasn’t yet. Winter is still here.
I’m not going to complain about the weather because that’s lame, but dude am I so ready for strawberries, peas and some asparagus. It’s almost time. Until then…let’s make spritzers with grapefruit and rosemary and dream about big sunglasses and coconut smelling suntan lotion.
The world of people is (sorta) broken up into two types: the snackers and the meal-eaters. You know what I’m talking about. Like, they don’t eat three meals a day like normal people, instead they just snack all day long and maybe have a one full meal sprinkled somewhere in between a ton of snacks.
They’ll start the day with coffee and a few pieces of turkey bacon and then around 11am they’ll have a few handfuls of granola or maybe a small bowl of oatmeal. At 1pm they might have some tea and too many Cheez-its. They might even feel Cheez-it-full. (That’s totally a thing.) And then when 3pm rolls around they’ll have their afternoon coffee and some sort of coffee cake/scone situation. They might have a full dinner that night…or not. They might just decide to snack some more.
I used to think those people were psychos. I was strictly a meal person, no snacks! Ever! And then something happened. I dunno if it was the whole small plate trend that’s everywhere or what, but now I’m totally a snack person. I’m super into the whole idea of eating a little bit of lots of things. More variety. More exploration. Makes for a more exciting life, I think.
A few months ago, like right before the holidays I spoke about my horrific, scaring experience moving. It involved a duffel bag of my favorite shoes all stolen in a few split seconds from the back of my moving truck. Just devastating, really.
I didn’t move a couple of months ago because I had a small window of time to do so, didn’t find a place, blah blah, but now I’m back on the hunt. A serious one.
I’m currently animal-less. I own no animal. No cat to bury himself/herself in my hair at night. No dog to paint his paw-nails–it’s a lonely life!! I’m looking to change this. That means the search is narrowed because LA landlords hate animals. Sooo…you know, it might take a minute to find the right place.
In the mean time, I’ve been simulanteously online shopping for a dog. The only real criteria for a dog is that I want a puppy, ideally. And I want it to be ugly. Like really ugly.
(This post is in collaboration with Bravo for their show, Around the World in 80 Plates. This week they’re in Florence, Italy. Check it out on Wednesday at 10pm/9pmc on Bravo!!)