You’ll have to excuse me if this post is a bit off….I can’t really see right now, as I just chopped several white onions. I’m friggen blind.
Yesterday I received a call that shook me to my core.
My GBF, The Gaysian: ”Cat, you have to get here now.”
Me, obviously alarmed at such a dire proclamation: “What? What is it???”
-let it be said that the Gaysian’s hubs is military, and I thought for sure this was going to end with a repeat deployment, and he was losing himself. Or, he burned himself baking. Or,… Lady Gaga died. The possibilites were seemingly endless.
Gaysian: “I think I’m quite possibly going to fling myself from the ramparts of this institution!!!!”
Me: You’re at school, then?
Gaysian: Obviously, you stupid cow! (not meant as in fat, as in a typical, silly, British insult…I call him far worse, only, not even I dare type it here…
Me: What’s gone so wrong that you’re willing to climb to the roof only to make yourself a Pollack on its lawns?
Gaysian: My TA cut his hair.
Me: You seem to be of weak constitution, and lesser moral fiber if this is what drives you to end it all.
Gaysian: It’s short–as in two inches atop his crown and down to a mere centimeter on the sides.
Me: pick one. metric or standard
Gaysian: metric is standard.
Me: Not here, baby. Not here.
Gaysian: It’s not even long enough for us to drool over as he nervously runs his fingers through it. We are lost, I fear.
Me: That is bad, isn’t it.
Gaysian: I think we should should burn something in effigy.
Me: The remainder of our tact and dignity?
Gaysian: Pshh, darling, we lost that ages ago. How about Stephanie Meyer books?
Me: oooh. I’m IN.
This is why everyone should have cheeky, well-educated, gaysian brits in their lives. It just makes living better.
Honestly, though? The haircut does not take away from his hotness, or his inevitable state of eventually being set up with one of my non-academia friends. (two academics are not unlike two actors in a relationship–a really bad idea.)
I realize this story is entirely silly and unrelated to anything of import, but I just felt like I had to share.
Don’t fret my pets, I have a healthy, shiny, happy people recipe for you.
I made a Spanish Tortilla. A Spanish tortilla is not like the Mexican variety at all, it’s more like a potato-y frittata, sans queso. It is typically served at room temperature, and packs rather well for picnics. I love it served with a salad, and delicious glass of wine.
Healthy Spanish Tortilla
Healthy Spanish Tortilla
Keywords: fry bake appetizer breakfast entree side snack vegetarian eggs
Ingredients
- 6 eggs
- 1/4 cup evaporated milk
- 2 small, idaho potatoes
- 1/2 large white onion, sliced thin
- 2 tbsp olive oil
- salt and pepper
options for toppings
- low fat plain greek yogurt
- scallions
- avocado slices
Instructions
preheat oven to 425F
bake or microwave potatoes until soft, and slice into 1/4″ slices
heat 1 tbsp olive oil on medium high in a 9″ skillet
saute onions until brown
remove from pan and set aside
add remainder of olive oil to skillet
place potatoes in skillet in a single layer
whisk eggs with milk, add salt and pepper
pour over top of potatoes
top with onions
cook on stovetop for 4 minutes
place in stove and cook until cooked through
let cool, slice and top
Oh dear god
meheheheheh. whatevs. the next covert pic you get of him will be with short hair, sans faux hawk.
*pours a little out for his fallen locks.
I love everything with a glass of wine. You should see the size of my glasses. Awesome.
Also – I need new friends. I mean I LOVE my friends, but I need more. Possibly some that are that melodramatic.
the melodramatic kind is the best kind.
I need a GBF. Stat. =)
Oh and some of that spanish tortilla (healthy or not it looks yummy!) =)
This needs cheese.
I want a piece of that.