So D and I went out to dinner tonight and he had the strawberry risotto (one of the specials) and I had the orrecchiette with broccoli rabe (also a special). I love the mild bitterness and texture of broccoli rabe. The strawberry risotto came with gold leaf on top. It literally looked like tinfoil (except gold) folded across the top. I thought it would be grated, like Mario Batali did on the one episode of Iron Chef I've seen.
Anyway, the waiter told D it was edible, but D didn't buy it and scraped it off.
Next to us were seated one man and six women. I pointed out the sexual discrepancy to D and he said conversationally, "They're visiting from Utah."
I took him seriously at first.
When we got home, we found a package in the mailbox for "Baby ____". It was a Valentine's Day bib from my mother. The bib is very cute, with some pink in it, but E is secure in his masculinity :)
It was kind of humiliating at the doctor's office today. The nurse slid the bar on the bottom of the scale to a place it has never been before. I thought, "That's a mistake. She's going to have to slide it back." (To add insult to injury, she slid it to that dark place before I even stepped on the scale). But...not only did she NOT have to slide it back, she added a couple of pounds on. I wanted to drop through the floor but she had the grace not to announce the weight at the top of her lungs like they usually do. Which is, in a way, worse. It's like they know it's too embarrassing to say out loud.
I'm obviously not going to diet, but I skipped dessert tonight after that!
Anyway, the waiter told D it was edible, but D didn't buy it and scraped it off.
Next to us were seated one man and six women. I pointed out the sexual discrepancy to D and he said conversationally, "They're visiting from Utah."
I took him seriously at first.
When we got home, we found a package in the mailbox for "Baby ____". It was a Valentine's Day bib from my mother. The bib is very cute, with some pink in it, but E is secure in his masculinity :)
It was kind of humiliating at the doctor's office today. The nurse slid the bar on the bottom of the scale to a place it has never been before. I thought, "That's a mistake. She's going to have to slide it back." (To add insult to injury, she slid it to that dark place before I even stepped on the scale). But...not only did she NOT have to slide it back, she added a couple of pounds on. I wanted to drop through the floor but she had the grace not to announce the weight at the top of her lungs like they usually do. Which is, in a way, worse. It's like they know it's too embarrassing to say out loud.
I'm obviously not going to diet, but I skipped dessert tonight after that!
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