Toasties. Good riddance to a tough hard week. Indian takeout is the way forward (which The Bartender wanted to inhale, but paused to share the moment with all of you.)
Airport spring, Toasties. I wish you sunshine but not forest fires. Did you know stressed backwards is desserts? You'll never make that spelling error again.
Toasties! You know what I want right now? To eat that pasta with porcini mushrooms and drink a Bellini. In Venice. Since I'm back and sad about it, among your other threading and talkings, name one work of art that wowed you this week. Can be anything. Even if your week was total shit (I'm sorry!) there must have been a building, a painting, a poem, Mallory's post on medieval exercise...
Toasties! When spring fools you and it's winter again the only thing you can do is eat lobster benedicts and drink gallons of hot tea (or coffee. I don't judge.)
Toasties. Bittersweet chocolate chunk bread stuffed with maple mascarpone, banana crème brûlée sauce, fresh bananas and shaved chocolate; with water, for health reasons, obviously.
So what do you want to talk about? Resolutions, Ronbledore, Sochi (which The Bartender has visited many times never realizing that winter could exist there), the Wellesley sculpture? Or the fact that nothing is better on a snow day than an apartment so warm that beer and a burrito seems like the way forward?
