Buckle in and roll ‘em up friends, we’re going for a little ride. All of my ‘drafts’ dating too far back will be incorporated into one dangerous post. I understand the risks of holding your attention through all this self involved information. This is my blog bitches, stick around – I’m just getting warmed up.
>First up, the last episode of The OC. Carefull y’all, I doubt you’ve stepped in deeper puddles. Marissa Cooper is D-E-A-D? Coop? COOP?! They played ‘Halelujah’ as she slipped away from this cruel world that never understood her anyway?! I guess the writers were glad to see her go. Jalalujah! FOX, why do you hate Marissa so? WHY.
>Moving right along, Venom: Not The Band, The Lip Gloss. As a longtime glosser first time blogger, Lip Venom remains my favorite. It’s cinnamon, clear, thin, not sticky, perfect alone, or as a primer for some light color over the top. The packaging kicks the competition’s ass too with this cardboard tube that’s perfect for holding stray pills. Am I losing you yet? I’m going to finish strong, I promise.
>Next, a Grammatical Bulletin – The Apostrophe. Sorry to keep you waiting so long! Lets get right to it, for most of my life my name involved an apostrophe conveniently located between a rediculous arrangement of vowels. This little bugger was single handedly responsible for missed flights, incorrect credit cards, drivers licenses, marriage certificates, social security numbers, gang related turf wars, you name it. Even now with my tidy and definitive married name, the apostrophe still haunts me. Most recently he’s parked his obsructive little ass on a background check. Trust me on this one, you menacing bastard, there’s much worse than you in my tainted past so don’t even try. Please refer to this, I’m the hottie on the right.
>In Husband news, it ain’t easy being The Evil Overlord of the Criminal Underbelly of the Internet. Chris is working at myspace these days. And every time I turn around there’s another story about how it’s destroying the fabric of our vulnerable youth. I think it’s what you call a zeitgeist, this myspace dot com. Thank the lord myspace wasn’t around when I was a teenager. I probably would still be prisoner in Brunai performing sexual favors for some pervy sultan I agreed to meet at the roller rink in 1988 for an innocent game of Centepede.
>Finally, here are some pics from our recent trip to Sonoma.


Where we stayed, the Inman Winery at the Olivet House.
Dinner at
Charlie Palmer’s Dry Creek.

Hawian Blue Prawn – fava beans, applewood smoked bacon, spring onions, oregano oil, tomato broth

Hog Island Sweetwater Oysters – on the 1/2 shell with
verjus mignonette, sambal cocktail, lemon

Dungeness Crab Cake – smoked eggplant fondue, Love Farm’s sorrel, caper remoulade

Alaskan Halibut –
artichokes, cipolini onions, tomato confit, boquerones, taggiasca olives, basil oil

King Salmon – poached with shrimp tortellini, young asparagus and five herb butter

Bacon Wrapped Pork Tenderloin – Tokyo turnip, fondant potato, braised Love Farm’s greens

Fourty-Eight Hour Braised Short Ribs – herbed mashed potatos, asparagus

Delicious Chocolatey Mandariney Moussey Desert to share with coffees and dessert wines
Picnic at
Armstrong Forest: Basic Instructions for the perfect lunch date to follow. Stop at
Korbel Champagne Cellars on the way for some bubbly and go to the little market inside for snacks and cups. Drive deep into the woods, far away from all other humans, and enjoy the effervescence all the way around.

Ps. Note to the beautiful and charming Mary Leslie: Send me the quotes – I repeat – Send me the quotes. Kisses!
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