January 12th, 2019 @ 11:33 pm

my mother and i were hanging out with my cousin kevin today, and she was shooting off all of the things she became allergic to while she was pregnant with me (4/5 different fun ones).  she was also then listing all of the things she ate on a daily basis that was just completely OD…

she had mentioned my aunt would make her ice cream sundaes dripping in chocolate sauce and whipped cream, and that she would go home and eat an entire row of oreo cookies.  she also went on to talk about how much pizza she ate.

what i took from this conversation was this:

firstly, i rarely go after desserts, though i don’t hate either she often indulged in.

secondly, in probably one of the most unpopular opinions in the entire world, FROM AN ITALIAN PERSON…  i fucking hate shredded mozzarella cheese.

thirdly, i blame these behaviors and hatred of shredded mozz as some type of hereditary mutation because my mother ate like a caffone.  again, i’m italian.  wtf is wrong with me?

– i was the kid always pulling shredded mozz off of her pizza.
– i don’t want it on top of my lasagna or baked ziti (yes, i realize both things are baked and require it to be on top of it).
– thinking about pulling a handful out of a bag and eating it straight up could make me want to die.
– i don’t want it on my salads.
– keep it out of my chipotle bowls.
– i don’t want it fucking anywhere but in the garbage.

i mean, i really fucking just hate most cheese and i don’t know how people eat it.  i especially can’t comprehend how people snack on them and eat them straight up and not on a sandwich or something else.

the cheeses that i DO like are as follows:

fresh mozzarella (yeah… fresh. cold. in a ball, in a slice, whatever, i want it.), ricotta cheese, muenster, american (yeah, yeah, i know, i’m gross), pepperjack, whatever is on tacos…  string cheese SOMETIMES.  after like two bites, i usually want to puke.  i don’t know wtf type of cheese they are.

there you have it, my hatred of cheese.
i guess if you really hate me, now you know how to take me down, lol.

September 5th, 2013 @ 12:37 pm

i know, i know… twice in one week that i’m posting about food, BUT i had a weird ass/trippy dream from eating this (plus it was fucking delicious).

so i always buy these jammies, my boyfriend’s mother always has these in the kitchen inventory, so i started buying them.

so on one of those:

• ricotta cheese
• fresh ground black pepper
• roasted peppers
• baby spinach
• honey balsamic dressing (lightly applied)

oh. em. gee.

DOOOOOO IT.

oh yeah, i don’t remember too much from my dream.  i do remember something about ghosts or invisible demons, and after i woke up at 6:30AM, i fell back to sleep briefly.  during that small window of time before waking up, i remember looking down at a winding staircase like in my office building at work and the entire thing was spinning.  every floor was rotating, it was so cool.

September 4th, 2013 @ 11:06 am

i usually never give enough of a shit about food to talk about it, but some shit just can’t be unspoken of.  including my late night snack, last night… i made a bowl of honey bunches of oats with the following things last night, and it was heavenly:

frozen blueberries, almond milk (i wish i had vanilla on hand, but i had original), and cinnamon.

DO IT.

most importantly, i didn’t feel like a fatty afterwards! 😀

July 28th, 2012 @ 8:11 pm

…my week in pictures.

lauren and i decided to get together on thursday night for shopping and some after work drinks. we also decided to do this right before a huge storm brewing over NYC…  this was just moments before shit hit the fan and we ducked into the bowery electric for cover.

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January 26th, 2012 @ 9:47 pm

[my week in pictures]

i’m going to try to remember to do this weekly, as well as my nails (which apparently, i forgot to do already seeing as it’s thursday night vs. monday at any point).  these are whatever rad/important things that i managed to remember to snap last week. (mainly from IG – sorry if you’ve seen them already…)

the doors – riders on the storm, appropriately came on during a rainy day.

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