Not to be melodramatic or anything, but Meyer lemons are.my.life.
By which I mean I impulse-bought two big bags of them around Christmas when I had five million other things to think about, none of which included spending my days and nights pondering their fate.
And so now I’ve been making up for lost time.
Guys, I made it out just in time.
Just this past Friday, the New York Times declared courtship to be dead. Murdered, in fact, by the rise of social media, the unfortunately venerated text message, and *ugh* “hanging out”. I mean, why commit to dinner and a movie when you can text a girl at the last minute to meet you (and your friends) for a drink that maybe hopefully will turn into tequila shots and casual sex. A boy can dream, right?
Cue post traumatic dating disorder panic attack. Now.
Really, I’m getting stressed out just remembering.
I’m reaching that stage in my life when everyone I know (okay….really just everyone The.Boy. knows) is either getting married or having babies.
This summer, to be precise. All within three months of each other. Two, in fact, in one weekend. One of which I may or may not have offered to bake the wedding cake for (though thank the lord the bride decided to go with someone more professional/less emotionally involved…I would have done it but that would have been one insane weekend).
And while I’m definitely excited for all the real life bridal showers that are to come, I’m so happy to kick off this year of “I do’s” with a virtual shower for one of my favorite bloggers – Christina of Dessert For Two!
So, you know how sometimes you’ll be talking to someone about cocktails or doing shots or some other similar nonsense, and you’ll mention tequila.
(Or rum/gin/whiskey/bourbon/red wine/Mike’s hard lemonade…
…but usually tequila.)
And all of a sudden their eyes glaze over, their skin turns pale, and their gag reflex becomes just a tad bit overactive as memories resurface from that one time in college they imbibed in five too many Long Island Ice Teas and then decided that just one more round of tequila shots couldn’t hurt. But oh, it could. It really could.
Especially coming back up again.
Well….
…that’s how I feel about grapefruit.
You can take the girl out of med school (and make her a PhD candidate (!!!) – hell YEAH I passed :P), but you can’t take the med student out of the girl.
And I have these vegetable eggs benedict to prove it.
If you still have some winter parties to go to or host (or you just feel like indulging a little bit) then head on over to Marcus Samuelsson’s blog and check out my recipe for the sweet potatoes with bourbon and maple! Seriously…one of the best things I made this past holiday season. You don’t want to miss this!
Welcome to Eats Well With Others, where we take a vegetable-and-cupcake laden approach to life (always with a bit of laughter on the side)!
