Remember Spring Break?! (Maybe you’re in college or high school and are lucky enough to be on Spring break or be on the verge of your break. I’m jealous.)
Where I went to college (Winston-Salem, North Carolina), the thing to do was to drive down to Savannah, Georgia and celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. I was usually too poor to do this, but I did it one year and OMG that city knows how to celebrate St. Paddy’s Day. The entire city shuts down and everyone is in the street, drinking, partying and being spooked by possible ghosts. Savannah is beautifully haunted.
Nowadays, the idea of drinking green beer in the street sounds like hell. Literally, you could not pay me. I’d much rather sit on a quiet beach where I can relax, drink a cocktail and have no one speak to me for hours at a time. That’s what I crave at this age: silence and alcohol.
I don’t consider myself an anti-social person but I despise talking on the phone. When my phone rings it’s like this thing goes off inside of me and I’m like. “AHH! Someone’s calling!” I usually press ignore. And then feel guilty about it. Except when it’s my mom. But that’s because I actually like talking to her for 2 hours about nothing – who else will listen to my rants, melt-downs, gossip?
I’ve been without a car for the last 24-hours (it’s in the shop – normal maintenance) and it’s forced me to explore delivery options. And man, the best thing ever invented is the whole online-delivery-option. No phone call required! No screaming over the phone trying to spell your name and address! No talking to people on the phone–it’s great. Life is good.
I ate 3/4 of a whole pizza to myself with a Mexican coke and a slice of this tart for dessert. Delivery cheap pizza with a fancy tart. The best Tuesday night ever.
Some recipes have no real story, no history or emotional meaning. My grandmama didnt make this cake for us while we sat on the porch and listened to her hum. My mom didn’t make this for us when we came home from school. And this cake doesn’t compliment an upcoming holiday.
This cake came into my life because Trader Joe’s always makes me buy more than I want/need. Yes.
I wanted to make this drank BADLY, so I went to the store to buy ruby red grapefruits because I was envisioning a blush colored drink. I drink in colors! So, I walk in and the yellow (less cuter) grapefruits were sold individually, while the ruby red grapefruits were sold in a big bundle. Ugh. I bought the big bag of cuter, pinker grapefruits. After I made the drink, I found myself with three pretty grapefruits that had no home.