Things I Eat When I Eat My Feelings.

Things I Eat When I Eat My Feelings.

All the feels.
All the meals.

Friday Fucking Morning, right?

Hump Day Jam.

Thought about this album today after what feels like a zillion years.

Things I Eat When I Eat My Feelings: The Super Bowl Does not Interest Me. You know What Does? A Long Hot Shower (With Shower Beer), A Bowl of Hot Pasta, and Downton Abbey in Bed. Happy Sunday to Me Edition.

Linguine with caramelized onions, kale, garlic, parmesan.

Things I Eat When I Eat My Feelings: The Super Bowl Does not Interest Me. You know What Does? A Long Hot Shower (With Shower Beer), A Bowl of Hot Pasta, and Downton Abbey in Bed. Happy Sunday to Me Edition.

Linguine with caramelized onions, kale, garlic, parmesan.

Things I Eat When I Eat My Feelings: Let’s Just pretend these are generalized winter blues and not the product of   being a love-lorn dumdum missing some other bigger dum-dum. Also, all of the rare steak/blood orange period jokes edition.

Rare tiny organic steaks. Demi glacé. Whipped cauliflower. Blood orange and arugula salad. Cote du Rhone.

Things I Eat When I Eat My Feelings: Let’s Just pretend these are generalized winter blues and not the product of being a love-lorn dumdum missing some other bigger dum-dum. Also, all of the rare steak/blood orange period jokes edition.

Rare tiny organic steaks. Demi glacé. Whipped cauliflower. Blood orange and arugula salad. Cote du Rhone.

Laying in bed. Watching the snow. Listening to Frank Ocean. It’s gooooood.

Heard this last night, can’t believe how perfect it still is. “The only lyin’ I would do, would be in bed with you.”

emilygould:

How To Cook For Between 10 and 250 People After A Disaster And/Or Over The Holidays

I love this.
Guy Fieri may represent something culinarily unsophisticated and lowbrow…but nevertheless his beat has always been the authentic, the human, the real. And what Wells does is locate Fieri’s restaurant (which, let’s be honest, nobody ever actually expected to be any good) within the larger sphere of Fieri’s universe. This isn’t a restaurant review, it’s a referendum on Fieri himself, a man whose brand was built on his unreserved praise for food and people deserving of that praise, and who in entering the arena himself revealed a hollowness that threatens to undermine everything he’s done.
- Helen Rosner deserves a Pulitzer Prize for explaining exactly why NYT critic Pete Wells had to take down Guy Fieri’s debut NYC restaurant. What we have here is an irony play, Rosner explains. Fieri, the man behind “Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives,” a television show that champions small neighborhood spots you’ve never heard of, is undermining his authenticity with a 500-seat Times Square restaurant that serves $23 meatloaf to the masses.  (via baddeal)