So, I was at work — brainstorming about Brad Pitt — ‘cuz that’s what I do for a living. The other site producers and I were kicking around the idea of an “Evolution of Brad” gallery.
During the brainstorm I emphatically announce, “The hottest Brad Pitt has ever been? Hands down: Billy Beane in Moneyball.”
Quizzical looks all around.
No one is convinced. So I pull up this picture.
My colleague, Vijaya, looks at the photo for a moment. A slightly perplexed look crosses her face before she turns to me and says, a little disgusted, “I think you’re ready for the suburbs.”
“I do own pearls,” I reply, the truth of it all starting to set in.
Not only do I own pearls, but I actually wear them. Maybe I am ready for the suburbs….
If you’re wondering what all of this has to do with food and the actual point of this blog, the segue in my head is that I wore said pearls to a dinner party last weekend. With my Nancy Reagan dress. (Wow, I should probably start packing for Newport now.)
So, anyway, the dinner party. My friend made a fabulous Polish feast, complete with kielbasa, sauerkraut and pierogis slathered in sour cream, and I volunteered to bring the dessert. Because I can’t stop myself from going absolutely overboard with baked goods I made this chocolate stout cake and these chocolate chunk cookies with sea salt. I saw the cookie recipe in the January Bon Appetit and I was dying to try them. You probably should as well. They’re pretty awesome.
I swear to all that is holy I will try to blog more even if I am at the office talking about Brad Pitt until 8 pm absolutely all the time.
Tomorrow we should probably talk about the state of my freezer. It’s grim.