In which I realize: I am an apologistic hedonist
I was going to post something about how my newest excuse to Neil for spending money (other than, "God hung a sign on me that said 'tempt me'") is usually: "But I spent it for you!" Case in point: sock yarn, $26, and I'll knit him one beautiful pair of socks after I get over being nervous about touching it.
Really, I realized, though, hangin' out with the so-awesome regyt, though, that it's all about me. I'm a hedonist. I bought Koigu Painter's Palette sock yarn because it was incredibly luscious, touchable and had browns in sunset colors I'd never seen before.
Earlier today, when I went with regyt to an amazing chocolate-and-coffee tasting, and I learned about things like acidity, body, fragrance, and flavor in coffee, I realized... I'm a taste slut. I love food. I adore the salad we had together, how smooth the goat-cheese was with the smoky-and-fruity balsalmic, paired with the savory tenderloin and full tomato-acid flavors. I'm sure I was drunk on the passionfruit-raspberry chocolate. For some reason, though, I am apologetic about going into spasms over things.
Some day I shall stop apologizing for being such a taste slut.
But meanwhile, I added peppermint extract to my seltzer when I got home and tasted salt on Neil's skin.
Really, I realized, though, hangin' out with the so-awesome regyt, though, that it's all about me. I'm a hedonist. I bought Koigu Painter's Palette sock yarn because it was incredibly luscious, touchable and had browns in sunset colors I'd never seen before.
Earlier today, when I went with regyt to an amazing chocolate-and-coffee tasting, and I learned about things like acidity, body, fragrance, and flavor in coffee, I realized... I'm a taste slut. I love food. I adore the salad we had together, how smooth the goat-cheese was with the smoky-and-fruity balsalmic, paired with the savory tenderloin and full tomato-acid flavors. I'm sure I was drunk on the passionfruit-raspberry chocolate. For some reason, though, I am apologetic about going into spasms over things.
Some day I shall stop apologizing for being such a taste slut.
But meanwhile, I added peppermint extract to my seltzer when I got home and tasted salt on Neil's skin.