due to pasadoughnuts prodding, i am posting something today.
i digress already: every time i'm on the subway and see the sign "do not lean on doors," i read it in my head as "donut."
speaking of, have you had a treat from doughnut plant, yet? there's one on the LES and one about to open in chelsea ("more of a doughnut lounge")...here is an excerpt from a convo i had with heehaw sauce the other day about it (we were first talking about porn mags for girls because of this launch party we were going to later that night):
me: yeah i'm just disgusted by male strippers
Heather: they are so gross
me: i mean, i want a photo spread of someone cuddling me and buying me doughnuts
Heather: i want someone to buy my thinly sliced italian cured meat
me: at the doughnut plant on grand in the l.e.s.
Heather: oh shit i heard that place is amazing
Heather: did you try to cremem brulee doughnut?
me: i had a coconut cream filled coconut doughnut and a marizipan and he had a peanut butter glazed filled with blackberry jam and a plain glazed. they were out of creme brulee but we both wanted one. there were so many flavors i wanted to try
but they're like 3 bucks each
so next weekend
and the next weekend
and so on
i've had a lot of food situations so far in 2010, actually. this morning, my upstairs neighbor slash new good friend kristy had a little brunch party for me, anna, and charlotte. mostly for charlotte since she just got to ny for a work visit after a long four month absence. okay really it was mostly for kristy because she loves to host brunch parties and has been tearing me a new one for weeks because i spend most of my weekends with the man who buys me donuts. (i mean, wouldn't you?)
she made this delicious fluffy sausage casserole thing that she calls eggstrada. i should have taken a picture. when i get the recipe from her, i'll share it (just don't tell her).
i brought a cpl bottles of ten dolla bubbly and a gallon of oj. then we went to the awesome new flea over in this former bank building. omg. the building is breast taking. i mean, breath. sorry. charlotte and kristy spent most of the morning talking about their double d's, so i have a LOT on my mind. i had a fourteen dollar lobster roll, which means i ended up spending more on myself than on other people like i had first bragged (only 25 cents more, though, if you're counting. two onesies for my friend's
thursday, i had lunch at the random house cafeteria with my lovely book designer friend bella who was a little torn up about a certain someone who just broke a certain piece of shitty news to which i advised her to CUT THAT MOFO LOOSE. as i had done with another friend last weekend, my favorite piece of wisdom to dole is to walk away. i don't always practice what i preach, and i think most of my life my pride has taken over any deep seated understanding of how relationships blossom and move forward. but i'm trying this time to work a little harder. to bella, though, i'm sticking to my guns. he's not worth your time, girlfriend.
wednesday night, i had an 8 oz perfectly succulent strip of skirt steak at this totally cute argentinian restaurant azul that came with a heap of mashed potatoes and a glass of malbac, and on tuesday night i had dinner with my roommates at good ole' maggie brown. at the first, i dropped fifty bones (the meat didn't have any) and then spent almost as much at maggie brown even though i only had a sampling of sides! new york prices are stupid.
i guess this post ended up longer than i intended. but, you know, i'm glad i could give you more of me. (about 25 cents more)