Tonight, my girlfriends and I whipped up a three course meal to eat on the couch in front of some trashy reality television.
Enter chips, fresh salsa, and queso. Consumed while watching two consecutive episodes of Big Brother. I never promised this would be an intellectual blog.
Next up: personal pizzas starring eggplant, zucchini, mushrooms, and goat cheese. Life is nothing without goat cheese.
Just in case we didn’t get enough vegetables, there was a giant salad studded with red pepper, cucumber, and snap peas.
To balance out our vegetable consumption, the night was finished off with vanilla cake from a Trader Joe’s mix (duh) with White Chocolate Raspberry Truffle ice cream. Buy this today or you will be sorry. Summer in an ice cream carton.
The food was delectable, but the company was better. Introductions are in order.
My right hand woman, J. She enjoys skyscraper wedge heels and Scrabble for the iPad.
Say hello to G. This Canadian likes her margaritas with tequila and vodka.
K and C. The terrible twosome. These ladies are fond of 32 oz. styrofoam cups of beer sipped alongside elusive Wall Street men.
Last but not least, L dropped by just in time for dessert. Her interests include midnight showings of Harry Potter and the art of sarcasm.
But let’s not forget the star of the show.