That's a Bailey's Irish Creme coffee latte. It was delicious. So why did I feel guilty? It was too pretty.
So many times I've gone to a really nice restaurant, the food comes and I'm completely emotionally attatched to it. I've named it, figured out where I'm going to display it in my apartment...I think I may need help on that but I don't think I'm completely to blame. Food is just too attractive, it gets served as a feast for the eyes and the stomach and I can't resist!
This sushi?
I didn't get to eat this, a friend ordered it but it looks like a painting! Everything is placed so nicely and it just takes my breath away. I was instantly thinking "Can I shellac that? How would it hold up over time? Can I order some fake food that looks that good without guests thinking I'm weird?" The answer to all of these questions, after a bit of thinking, is a resounding No.
These were at a Mother's Day event I went to at a local restaurant. I regret nothing. I must have stared it them for a very long time before the lady whose guest I was noticed that I was infatuated with them. She was irritable and reminded me that I could take a picture instead of just sitting and staring. I thought "well, she's absolutely right! If I take a really close-up picture of these then I can call it art and use it as a phone wallpaper!" And so I did that and people think they're fake. They weren't and also were delicious when I finally ate them.
How the fuck am I supposed to pick these and make a fucking pie? They're gorgeous!
This one wasn't too pretty, I just wanted to show you a cake with a giant chocolate penis on it.
For real, Zebra Cakes? Little hearts? Fuck, I've had these for about two years now and I haven't thrown them out even though they come out every year. I'm kind of attached to these two now like a pair of Twinkees that are riding out the apocalypse.








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