Buenas noches, kids.
suelten a nardy ahi xD
sería la niña obesa más feliz del mundo *.*
FUCK :D DE STRACCIATELLA :D MORIRIA COMIENDO ESE HELADO
avellana :3
tomorrow's agenda:
- go to le gourmet and solve my shit once and for all.
- take that shit over to the institute. pay them. get my diploma. :D
- MAKE MY SAVORY (as in salty) PANETTONE.
The savory panettone will have oregano, pine nuts (piñon), diced sausage, and provolone/gruyere (which ever is the cheapest at the moment). Last year’s was a success and hopefully this year’s will be even better.
para que vean el fat kid que llevare eternamente dentro de mi, independientemente del peso que pierda de este punto en adelante:
Cosas de mi infancia que no se consiguen en Caracas:
- Bagels
- Pan de Maíz (CORN BREAD, aka: CAAAAAWNBRED)
- Quiche*
- Una BUENA torta de chocolate*
- Brownies*
- Coffeecake*
- Torta de Zanahoria*
- Banana Nut Bread
Cosas que tuve que aprender a hacer para mantener la esperanza que algun dia se va poder conseguir en esta ciudad:
- Bagels
- Pan de Maíz
- Quiche*
- Una BUENA torta de chocolate*
- Brownies*
- Coffeecake*
- Torta de Zanahoria*
- Banana Nut Bread
*CABILLA y CASERO, nada pasado de industrializado, reseco o majunche en su preparacion. todo de calidad y sin negreos innecesarios.
De hecho, creo que resuelvo los pocos regalos que voy a hacer este año con Banana Nut Bread….
Pistachio Creme Brulee Macarons, courtesy of Tartelette
(I recommend that site to anyone for the food pr0n. IT’S INSANE.)
)= nojoda solo pa los millonarios aca no consigo esa vaina
YO ME FAJO HACIENDOLOS PQ TAMPOCO SE CONSIGUEN ;)
So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ‘cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid.
Good Will Hunting
(GREAT MOMENT)
Pistachio Creme Brulee Macarons, courtesy of Tartelette
(I recommend that site to anyone for the food pr0n. IT’S INSANE.)
No fuzzies. No bullshit. Just me.
