Wise words. Spoken by the ever-knowing Carrie Bradshaw.
Can we have a moment of silence for SATC?
A friend of a friend of a friend’s second cousin once removed.
A guy randomly encountered at a Starbucks/Au Bon Pain/non-descript coffee shop that you (I) frequent on a daily (hourly) basis.
That homeless guy on the corner of 68th and 1st who you pass on your way to work every day. (Dear Mom, please don’t have a heart attack while reading this. I haven’t stooped quite that low. Yet.)
And they have basically all ended as Carrie described above. In flames. Obviously. Otherwise this post would be titled How I Met the Love of My Life: Why Going Blind Isn’t Always A Bad Thing. And instead of post, it would actually be a self-help book that you pick up at Borders when no one else is looking and page through fervently, hoping to find the key to all of your relationship problems (NOTE – thirty-year-olds who have never been in serious relationships probably have commitment issues…THAT little tidbit of information would have revolutionized my life. Or at least my junior year of college. This is a lesson to live by. Write. It. Down.)
With all this in mind. It was in trepidation that I braved the freezing cold yesterday. To embark on my first blind date in, oh, two months.
I needn’t have worried, though. Because it was only semi-blind. And it ended up being the best. Blind. Date. Ever.
Possibly because rather than being an actual blind date. It was a BLOGGER MEET-UP.
Last night, I had dinner at Five Burro Cafe, this fabulous Mexican restaurant in Queens, with Mari of Namaste, Jen of Pieces of Me, Julie of Julie Golean, Mo of Food Snob, Dawn of Dawn Dishes It Out, Sarah of Mom On The Run, and Missy of Missy Maintains. Which we then followed up with FREE frozen yogurt from The Lite Choice.
The food was great.
But the company was even better. I look forward to hanging out with all of these lovely ladies again (I’m thinking we need to make this a regular event. Seriously.).
Moral – If you’re going to go out on a blind date. Make sure it’s with a fellow food blogger. You might still go home broke and alone. But at least you’ll have had a good meal. And the beginning of a lasting relationship.
Pasta with Roasted Red Pepper Sauce
Serves 2, adapted from Pioneer Woman Cooks
2 red bell peppers
1 tbsp pine nuts
1 onion, diced
2 cloves garlic, minced
1/4 cups half and half
1/2 lb pasta
1. Roast the red peppers. Either by putting them on a grill. Broiling them. Or doing it the ghetto Manhattan-style way. By placing them on top of your burner.
2. When they are black on all sides, place them in a closed container for 10 minutes to sweat off the skin. Remove the skin and the seeds from the peppers. Set aside.
3. Lightly toast the pine nuts in a skillet. Set aside.
4. Puree the peppers with the pine nuts.
5. Cook the pasta until al dente.
6. In a skillet, cook the onion and garlic until soft. Pour in the pepper puree and stir together. Add plenty of salt.
7. Pour in the half and half and stir to combine. Taste and add more salt. Mix with the cooked pasta.
8. Serve, in bowls, and top with parsley and/or parmesan cheese.