Tonight's Top Chef left me in a pensive, food-related state... yet again.
On tonight's episode, the contestants were asked to prepare the ideal last meals of some real top chefs, which in turn got me pondering about what my last meal would be if I could have my choice.
The only thing came to mind was a LTA (lettuce, tomato, and avocado) sandwich on toasted white bread. Nice and simple. (So simple that I can hardly believe it myself, but I really can't think of anything better.)
Now mind you, the ingredients would ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY have to be top quality. Like I am talking about the freshest, crispiest lettuce imaginable with a juicy, not-too-ripe-or-sweet, firm tomato (maybe VERY lightly seared just for a bit of caramelization, while completely retaining my desired firmness). It would be crucial, too, to have the freshest avocado, thinly and evenly sliced.
The lettuce should be seasoned with just a dash of salt and a touch of pepper. The tomato would be in the middle and VERY lightly drizzled with extra virgin olive oil. The avocado too should be just barely touched with the EVOO (Rachel Ray's fave term) and it would not be frowned upon to have the toast on the avocado side flickered with vinegar.
Warm, freshly made plain white bread should be toasted to the color of caramel for the meal.
Cut diagonally would be ideal.
And an arnold palmer on hand to wash it down with.
...And that ladies and gentlemen is a meal I would indeed die for.
About Me
- Sharlovely
- El Segundo
- Make art not war. I drink copious amounts of tea. Slaughterhouses make me cry. I am obsessed with food, and as such, I eat constantly. Music makes me loose control.
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YAY FOR NEW OBSESSIONS
I cannot go online and not check out that shizz. The good, the bad, and the ugly; they all sensuously call my name, invite my fickle judgement, and encourage my sometimes snide remarks. And sadly, it may be a step down from that other street fashion blog of mine (Elle Magazine's Street Chic).
Whatev. I'm gonna go OD on electronica now. I'll leave you with my fave chicks of the week though (courtesy of melbournestreetfashion.com). Au revoir!
Viruses Hinder Bloggage
Yeah, so as the title may suggest(or may not if you think that far out of the box - more props to you, mate), my computer is plagued with viruses.
That are still present.
And I SWEAR I haven't been looking at porn.
It blows.
Happy Birthday:
...it reminded me of mcsexonlegs, but c'mon, what doesn't?
and she's cute too
That are still present.
And I SWEAR I haven't been looking at porn.
It blows.
Happy Birthday:
...it reminded me of mcsexonlegs, but c'mon, what doesn't?
and she's cute too
Stars Among Planets
I feel like there are certain people in life that in memories will shine brighter than others, and no dipshit, I do not mean family and close friends.
In my case, looking back at all my eighteen years of memories, there are three people from my childhood and three people of my recent past that stand out (Lets call them persons A through F).
Some of these people have geniunely affected my life, and some are just lost friends/aquaintances that randomly find themselves in my thoughts. All are people I don't think I will ever forget.
Person A: Matt Something from kindergarten - he had Patrick Dempsy like hair but was blonde. He was also very flamboyant and my first crush. What is noteworthy is that I can't imagine him growing up. When I try to do so, he grows up to be a cokewhore and a wasted individual. I don't try anymore.
Person B: Kymberly Something from standard one - a very shy little girl. Also one of the nicest girls I had ever met. I distinctly remember that she would wear a pink headband with a bow and a cream coloured cardigan. I think I googled her once and actually found her. I am so creepy. (OH, and I wrote a journal entry about her when I first came to the States, and I remember the teacher absolutely refused to accept her name spelling, told me I spelled it wrong, and made me change it while simultaneously sparking the breaking of the spirit).
Person C: Anita the Korean girl - She wasn't a mean girl, but she gave me my first taste of how mean the world could be when she told me my religion wasn't real and that Christianity was the only real and true religion in the world. I was six. And left very confused as religion was crucial to my being at that age. It wasn't all bad, as it gave me my favorite memory of my grandfather (to whom I confided and who comforted - without condemning/speaking negatively of her in any way).
Person D: Kay - Sure she's a close friend, but even if we were to loose touch I would never be able to forget her. Not until after 2027. (NOT a random year).
Person E: That foreigner that got deported - I feel like we will be friends for a long time to come. Arguing for most of that time, but underneath it all, there is an inexplicable understanding. Even when certain phrases won't translate.
Person F: Juan McSexonlegs - the infatuation is still there. I find myself randomly making up scenarios in my head in which we run into each other in the far future (or I contact him) we hit it off. Troubling though are the characteristics my imagination has chosen for him...miserable, lonely, suicidal, alcoholic, etc. I also randomly wonder if he's alive because he has to be or because he wants to be.
In my case, looking back at all my eighteen years of memories, there are three people from my childhood and three people of my recent past that stand out (Lets call them persons A through F).
Some of these people have geniunely affected my life, and some are just lost friends/aquaintances that randomly find themselves in my thoughts. All are people I don't think I will ever forget.
Person A: Matt Something from kindergarten - he had Patrick Dempsy like hair but was blonde. He was also very flamboyant and my first crush. What is noteworthy is that I can't imagine him growing up. When I try to do so, he grows up to be a cokewhore and a wasted individual. I don't try anymore.
Person B: Kymberly Something from standard one - a very shy little girl. Also one of the nicest girls I had ever met. I distinctly remember that she would wear a pink headband with a bow and a cream coloured cardigan. I think I googled her once and actually found her. I am so creepy. (OH, and I wrote a journal entry about her when I first came to the States, and I remember the teacher absolutely refused to accept her name spelling, told me I spelled it wrong, and made me change it while simultaneously sparking the breaking of the spirit).
Person C: Anita the Korean girl - She wasn't a mean girl, but she gave me my first taste of how mean the world could be when she told me my religion wasn't real and that Christianity was the only real and true religion in the world. I was six. And left very confused as religion was crucial to my being at that age. It wasn't all bad, as it gave me my favorite memory of my grandfather (to whom I confided and who comforted - without condemning/speaking negatively of her in any way).
Person D: Kay - Sure she's a close friend, but even if we were to loose touch I would never be able to forget her. Not until after 2027. (NOT a random year).
Person E: That foreigner that got deported - I feel like we will be friends for a long time to come. Arguing for most of that time, but underneath it all, there is an inexplicable understanding. Even when certain phrases won't translate.
Person F: Juan McSexonlegs - the infatuation is still there. I find myself randomly making up scenarios in my head in which we run into each other in the far future (or I contact him) we hit it off. Troubling though are the characteristics my imagination has chosen for him...miserable, lonely, suicidal, alcoholic, etc. I also randomly wonder if he's alive because he has to be or because he wants to be.
QT(s)
When I am in Italy, I will track down this very bug and take this exact picture.
Then the driver will drive me to the nearest soccer stadium, where ideally I will run into Fabio Cannavaro or Monica Belluci. :D
(Do Vegans Take Honeymoons?)
If I ever get married (37!), I have a wonderful honeymoon spot in mind. (Fuck what my spouse may think about it).
Port Louis. The capital of Mauritius. An teensy weensy lil island in the middle of the Indian Ocean.
Why you ask? Because of Ian from Globetrekker. (HE ROX MY SOX :D)
But seriously, I really want to go there. It has sepped into the top of my list of places to venture about in before I kick the bucket.
Not only does it have the sea and the mountains, but due to the conquistadors, imperialists, and the french, the island is home to a multitude of cultures, as well as a hybrid culture. The vast majority of the people have Indian features (dot not feather; hahaha, I'll fit in nicely), and the Indian culture in general has been a great influence. (Ian was eating puri from a kiosk!)
And the best bit? It was home to the Dodo bird. :D
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Port_Louis
Port Louis. The capital of Mauritius. An teensy weensy lil island in the middle of the Indian Ocean.
Why you ask? Because of Ian from Globetrekker. (HE ROX MY SOX :D)
But seriously, I really want to go there. It has sepped into the top of my list of places to venture about in before I kick the bucket.
Not only does it have the sea and the mountains, but due to the conquistadors, imperialists, and the french, the island is home to a multitude of cultures, as well as a hybrid culture. The vast majority of the people have Indian features (dot not feather; hahaha, I'll fit in nicely), and the Indian culture in general has been a great influence. (Ian was eating puri from a kiosk!)
And the best bit? It was home to the Dodo bird. :D
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Port_Louis
OMG SHOES!
It seems I spent the day finding the loveliest things. Of course, I didn't have any money to spend on them, as today, I finally bought a totally tubular and pirate-esque coat (I may post a pic later).And then there were the things that I wanted but did not purchase.
Exhibit A: The shoes to the left. AND they were on sale.
I also found the cutest leopard print purse and not one but three beautiful leopard print scarfs.
(Leopard print is my latest pattern obsession).
And then there were the magical shoes that made my legs look as long as Ron Jeremy. (Ironically, they were from Paris Hilton's line...)
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