Last night I had really good intentions to get a bunch of work done, perhaps get a pedicure, maybe figure out a way to deport Dennis Rodman to N Korea permanently. You know, your basic Thursday night. I should have tested recipes last. Here’s the thing, when you are testing recipes, you typically make several incarnations of each recipe before you take pictures and blog it. With me so far? Well, last night I was testing a new cocktail recipe for the blog. Let’s just say that not much work was accomplished after that.
However, the Sunday Sweet for this week is going to be pretty amazing. It will also catch up to you about .5 minutes after you consume it. Therein lies the problem with the really smooth drink, you’re never ready for the hit.
So it seems as though Sunday is Mother’s Day! Lucky for me, I happen to be one.
Every year I get countless emails from companies asking if I would promote their product on my blog as a great Mother’s Day gift. Every year I say no. This year is no different. To be honest, yes, I would really like an ice cream maker, but really, I don’t want a home appliance for Mother’s Day. Not this year.
This is what I really want for Mother’s Day
–I don’t want to cook…that is of course I want to cook, then it’s a mood thing, and you can’t scratch your head about it because, well, I write a food blog, damnit. It’s not rocket science to figure out I may actually enjoy cooking.
–shirtless coffee. Lots of it. Or at least lots of coffee. I really like coffee. Yesterday, I was talking to department head at a college, and she scuttled off one of her interns to get water, and I think I may have given her a strange look. A look that said, “water, really? We’re academics. We drink coffee, and when we aren’t drinking coffee, we’re drinking tea to be pretentious, or booze because we no longer wish to grade any papers or pretend to care about Proust.”
–lots of time with the little people who made me a mom. Perhaps at a park, with a sushi picnic. I do NOT want to go to brunch on Mother’s Day. I would hate life. I HAAAAATE all those crowds. Do the man and I love Peels on the Bowery or Seersucker or Buttermilk Channel in Bk? Yes. Will I go to any of these places on Mother’s Day? Hell to the no.
–a nap and time with a book, or seven.
But if you really must get me material things, here’s my list:
Books…lots of em. I want to be able to fall headlong into them, live in their pages, experience their experiences and not come up for air.
Fancy Coffee. Since I’ve been taking my coffee black, I am learning to appreciate the different tastes of each bean. I’m loving a shade grown organic nicaraguan from a local coffee roaster. (serve it shirtless….notice the theme?)
Michael Fassbender, on a platter (that fits on my bed), naked. “X-Men” MB, not “Prometheus” MB. He was too creepy in that. That would be like loving Ewan McGregor, but only Ewan McGregor from “Trainspotting”. Just wrong. I want my MB as a hot, and slightly evil mutant.
Pizza for dinner. I know, I know. Pathetic. Until you realize just how much I effing love pizza. Ok, I’d also be totally ok with a banh mi. Or one of those Vietnamese noodle and lettuce with tofu salads. I also think Michael Fassbender could count as a meal.
Beer. (also could be served shirtless)
A roomba. Seriously. I don’t consider this a home appliance as much as entertainment. I could attach battle flags to it, perhaps an inflatable doll…the possibilities are endless.
A super fancy yoga mat. One of those that is extra spongy, and pretty much does yoga for you.
new running shoes. yeah. I’m sad.