So last night I had a date. I was making my "famed" spaghetti (my friends love it!) and he offered to help, so I asked him to do the one thing I hated most. Chopping the onions and garlic. WHOA. I had chopped the edges off the onion, and then he instantly starts to school me. Did I mention he used to be a chef before he changed careers? Yeah. So after he educated me on why I was wrong (I even took the constructive criticism quite well) I went back to working on the sauce and cooking the meat. I turn around, and there are two perfect little piles of onion and garlic. They were PERFECT. How the fuck does that happen!? My onions look all kinds of jenky and wonky and they were in the best little pile. I wanted to drop my spatula and walk out of the kitchen with my head held low. BUT LO! I manned up and kept on. Nothing like a little internal perseverance to tackle that nervousness to make someone feel better. But once the sauce was near completion I started to get really nervous. What was he going to think? Someone who actually knows about how flavors work, and what goes with what, and how food chemistry works was about to eat MY spaghetti... Something I've gotten millions of compliments on in the past was about to be eaten by someone who actually knows how to make proper spaghetti... WHAT ANXIETY! I just rubbed some garlic on it to help with that. As I nervously sat down at the table with him, I said "dig in!" and he took the first bite, as I just stared at him like a crazy person, anxiously awaiting the thumbs up or the thumbs down... I know he knew how paranoid I was because I straight up told him. He said he liked my spaghetti, so I guess that's a personal victory? FOOD WIN. The real question is, is the way to a man's heart still through his stomach? Stay tuned.
Anyways, I'll update you now on the things I know you're really here to read about! MY WORKING OUT! yaaaay!!!
So last week I was REALLY good at going to the gym on Monday and Wednesday. But on Friday when I went, the gym was CLOSED. It was all kinds of rainy and gross so like hell I was going to freeze my butt off in the rain. No thanks. So I ended up giving a friend a ride to the grocery store, and I ended up with a bag of my favorite candy: Quaxi. (aka gummy frogs). Most counterproductive attempt at going to the gym EVER. Now its closed all of spring break, so I'm basically stuck at home only playing just dance by myself cause I hate going on the track at the hospital by myself. That place is creepy as hell at night and that's when I work out.
I saw a couple of great movies this week too. All old. I'm only looking forward to 21 Jump Street this friday, so I'm probably gonna see it alone due to my inconvenient schedule. Whatever, I'm a grown independent woman. I can do whatever I want! Anybody wanna come with? Lol... anywhooooooo
I'm done updating you on my personal life for now. I'll be back when the adventure continues!
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