donut lean on doors

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 near my man's apartment 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: hahahahaha

me: which he did on saturday morning, btw

Heather: i want someone to buy my thinly sliced italian cured meat
ok gross

me: at the doughnut plant on grand in the l.e.s.

Heather: oh shit i heard that place is amazing

me: http://www.doughnutplant.com/
it is
am
a
zing

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 boobs twins at thirty five bucks total, in case you're wondering who benefited from my selfless giving this time.) then, we went to pequena for bean dip and margaritas. yes, i know they were closed down for health code violation a few months ago, and no i don't care. it's too cute in there. it's like they peaked into my interior design dreams and puked up kitschy flower shaped xmas lights and wooden dragons hanging from the ceiling. besides, i only had some tea because i was still stuffed from the too soon lobster roll post brunch.



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)