|a suggested tight to wear to the opening of BLACK LACE BBQ|
eva came up with a brilliant term for a phenomenon i've been undergoing for years, but didn't have a name for:
it's when you have a pressing deadline, so you decide
instead of working on, say, a job application, a grant proposal, a paper, or the laundry,
to plan and cook an elaborate meal.
today i decided to work on creating a barbecue sauce recipe. i don't know why, because i don't even like bbq that much. it involved dark chocolate. the sauce would be called:
L's Sweet Silky Smoky Spice Sauce
and i planned in my head that i would bottle it up for holiday gifts
and wrap a black lace garter around the top.
because it would TOTALLY go with my new restaurant concept (also conceived today):
Black Lace BBQ
The sauces would involve dark chocolate and smoked chiles, kind of mole-esque, and the rubs would be made with cocoa and chile.
The mac n' cheese would be sexy. Silky Golden Orr Mac. The mashed potatoes rich and creamy. Of course there would be lava cakes.
The servers would be sexy. Of all shapes, ages, sizes and orientations. In tight jeans and sexy aprons. Black lace.
As if in New Yorker's fantasy about eating BBQ in the country, lickin' sauce off a hot person's fingers.
Maybe in Texas.
And when they show up at Black Lace BBQ, they're like:
this is way better than my fantasy.
Everyone's hot! And wearing Black! And sexy boots.
Everyone's feeding each other ribs and licking sauce off each other's fingers!
|lemon ricotta crepes|
and rather than finish my reading of romantic poets today (why are there so many romantic poets, and why do i have to read so many defences of poetry written by them? and why do they tire and annoy me so? and fill me with such dread? i've decided it's because they're so damned anxious about their reveries, reputations, and readers.)
-plan-crastinated (this is my worst habit: i thought about:: my new puppet opera, various grants i should write, a hand-made book series i want to write, starting a restaurant, a new screen play, and a radio show i would produce, create and host. that's just for starters.)
now i'm off to cook-crastinate by making dessert crepes with lemon ricotta filling and fresh peaches. because it's the end of peach season.
so i have to do things with peaches now.
|my legwear of choice for fall '13|
it's time to find some fall tights.
i'm wondering if tights will even be a thing this year.
and dreading the day when, as in the early zeroes, bare legs, even in winter, were your only possible option.
also, i'm wearing a pair of wine-colored velvet cords from the gap a lot lately. they're stretchy, skinny, and tights-esque.
p.s. i'm so glad it's october. my favorite month:
by T.E. Hulme
A touch of cold in the Autumn night—
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.