Not the food. The song. You know the one–by Booker, T and the MG’s?
It’s sort of a laid back cool groove that can’t be bothered with lyrics. It was just on the radio and it was the perfect song to help me groove into the weekend. It has been a looooong week. In a nutshell:
We had friends for dinner and I made this for dessert:
Don’t hate the cheese plate for dessert. This tray included a very special cheese made with truffles. I know, I’m a total truffle whore. But who cares? It’s delicious.
On Wednesday, I put on my big girl britches and headed downtown after work for a medical malpractice conference. Who wouldn’t love a 3 hour tour of cover-your-ass information? Me. That’s who.
This might be why people “love LA.”
That’s right. Clowns and cops. And yes. They caused a nasty traffic jam thank you very much. That one clown was trying to stare us down but I took the picture anyway and gave him a wink and a wave. The other (cool) clowns waved back. Not the freaky one, though.
Back to the story.
To soften the blow of this midweek meeting, hubs decided to join me downtown for dinner. And what a tasty dinner it was. I heart Wurstkuche. They know how to get it done. They even have my Imperial Stout on tap there. Beer on a school night? I know, I’m SO crazy.
Let me preface this by saying that the only kind of fries I usually like are the ones that I bake in my oven at home. But these. These are ridiculous. I’m pretty sure they are fried twice for extra crispy goodness. The best part? The chipotle aioli dipping sauce. The fries are good on their own but become vehicles for the aioli. Salty vehicles.
When the last fry was gone, it was time to truck over to the downtown Marriot for my meeting. I ended up seeing a woman from my medical school class (thank god for name badges) and another woman from my internship. They both said I looked the same. I don’t care for those kinds of comments…I definitely don’t take it as a compliment.
I’m pretty sure the woman giving the lecture had whooping cough. She also weighed close to 400 pounds. The whole evening was just unpleasant. On my way out, I spotted this woman gimping towards the elevator:
One last stop that night was to see my hubs’ cousin at this place called the wulf. He was playing a concert at his loft. Let’s call it experimental, or even better, experiential, music. Very ambient. I almost fell asleep. It was time to go home.
Yesterday I survived this:
Thank god I had an appointment. 30 minutes later I was outta there with a piece of paper stamped with a seal that says I have a new license coming my way (that’s right, I’ve been driving around with only a passport since the burglary last month). I didn’t even feel traumatized, which I totally expected and had mentally prepared for.
By last night, I’d had it. So we settled for a quick, yet delicious dinner.
We used the leftover truffle cheese from the weekend and it did not disappoint.
We had one last cucumber from the garden to use and it was just right for the soup.
Unfortunately we tried this new beer (I promise I’m not an alcoholic):
Run away as fast as you can. Do not try this. Stout + red wine = yuck-o. How you can F-up Imperial Stout is beyond me. My only question for this brewery is: WHY?!?
So you see, I needed the groovy song tonight to get into the weekend mode after my long week. Not a whole lot planned for the weekend, but I think I made up for that with all of the shenanigans this week.
You must know that you can swim through every change of tide.
Even if it involves the DMV. Is it sad that I’m proud of myself for going to the DMV alone?