A lot of people get this idea that “food blogging” is so fun (that is, once they google food blogging, because the rest of the world still thinks it’s just a really weird fad, like bronies – which is NWS if you go to google that too, but with instagram). We are all always out at the hottest new restaurant wining and dining our booties off with them there fancy cameras.
It’s Friday night and I just mixed my own cocktail after working over time this week at my full time salary-based job. I am eating leftover ribs with my bare hands out of tupperware because one rack of ribs wouldn’t have taken pretty enough pictures so here we are, on night three of leftovers. But, damn, they are pretty good.
My kitchen sink is overflowing from last nights set that didn’t go according to plan and there’s that pound of pasta that I am going to work on next so that I can retry the same recipe again next week with a few tweaks.
In between it all, when things get really bad and we simply can’t eat another rib? You guessed it. An all American lazy night of pizza in my pajamas.
And here I am on a beautiful Friday evening with amazing weather sitting outside staring at 27 photos of crab cakes trying to figure out which one is tantalizing enough for the site and what the heck I am going to say about them that really makes you understand that they were the. best. crab. cakes. ever. and to get you to want to taste test them yourself (no, seriously, you should).
So, in short, I’m pretty lame on a Friday night. But at least I’m a cheap date
I hope your Friday night is looking a lot more wild and crazy than mine! And if not, I hope it’s just the relaxation you needed to kick off the weekend.