I was so excited to cook a nice dinner for my boyfriend, a friend of his, a friend of mine and her little sister tonight... I haven’t had a chance to host people in awhile during the move process. I went out a got a beautiful serving bowl, and then on my walk home the bag ripped apart. I thought the bowl was fine but I didn’t realize till I got home that it is totally broken. And now I feel like it is too late to go back to the store. Sigh!

Anyway, maybe I can glue it back together eventually. :(

On the menu tonight though! A burrata salad with a blueberry balsamic ‘reduction’ (lulz its a sauce/glaze/dressing amirite), linguine with clams and white wine, and a cappuccino chocolate torte. I’m pumped to get into the kitchen. I am, however, dragging my ass on going to the grocery store. Sunday morning sour plum is angry with Saturday night sour plum for thinking drinking a bottle of rose and then doing pickle back shots would not create a debilitating hangover.

Come on universe! Don’t fuck up my cute dinner! /// I should never plan things for Sundays.

What are y’all up to?