If you were me I'm sure you'd agree
Since I work in for a pretty well-established local chocolatier, for once in my recent days-of-livin', I'm actually looking forward to Valentine's Day. I spent most of last week boning up for Tuesday and, unless lightning strikes either the cakemaster or the factory before then, our cake case will be pristine and filled to the metaphorical brim with beautifully layered pastiches of buttercream, genoise, and ganache. That, and the rest of us will be up to our noses in heart-shaped vessels and chocolates that run the gamut from bitter to white.
I have very positive associations with the color red and, because this is a topic that's probably quite uninteresting to people who are not me, I will elaborate on this in a future entry.
Anyway. I expect to make a great deal in tips on that day.
I will spend the remainder of the day celebrating the mere fact that I exist. I will do this by staging a very slow and exquisite seduction of myself. It will involve a half-dozen raw oysters, a bottle of cheap yet decent cabernet sauvignon (proper combinations be damned), a small heap of newly post-season dark chocolate hearts, a slice of everybody's favorite Rigo Jansci, and a pile of John Waters DVDs.
Or maybe we'll settle for fancy pizza, a few bottles of LaConnor ESB, and what'll probably be the fiftieth viewing of Cabaret.
Maybe I'll get lucky, but that really isn't the point. I'm easy, but I'm also good company and that, really, is the point.
I have very positive associations with the color red and, because this is a topic that's probably quite uninteresting to people who are not me, I will elaborate on this in a future entry.
Anyway. I expect to make a great deal in tips on that day.
I will spend the remainder of the day celebrating the mere fact that I exist. I will do this by staging a very slow and exquisite seduction of myself. It will involve a half-dozen raw oysters, a bottle of cheap yet decent cabernet sauvignon (proper combinations be damned), a small heap of newly post-season dark chocolate hearts, a slice of everybody's favorite Rigo Jansci, and a pile of John Waters DVDs.
Or maybe we'll settle for fancy pizza, a few bottles of LaConnor ESB, and what'll probably be the fiftieth viewing of Cabaret.
Maybe I'll get lucky, but that really isn't the point. I'm easy, but I'm also good company and that, really, is the point.