Let's just say I'm pissed because Nigella Lawson was replaced by uptight Kylie Kwong complete with bad accent & blah lines. But despite her penchance for jasmine tea, too much sugar + sea salt, & stuff I won't be caught dead eating like baby octopi or soft-boiled eggs; I like the background music in the show, her clean & careful procedures of cutting up vegetables & spices, as well as her preference for white pepper (amen!) She also uses a lot of interesting stuff such as Chardonnay vinegar. It's just sad, though. The Surreal Gourmet's not as fun to watch anymore without my ForeverSummer fix. Though this week's episode is making me dizzy with excitement (& craving, as usual). If my family goes back to the province for the holidays, I'll push through with that long-overdue cookout with friends. Yum. But like what I keep telling Zhy & Rissa, the beach resorts there are more than enough reason for me to reconsider. But why on earth would I pass up the opportunity to enjoy yummy chow & zany company?
(Cross-posed shit. But I'm really serious about that cookout. How about it? I'm excited to bum around all afternoon after gorging on food to the point of coma! Just help me grill them kebabs & we're all set. House parties are awesome, aren't they?)
I hate the way I'd lose sleep over my jurassic issues. I don't get to snail-mail stuff on time, I wake up crabbier, & all these crazy ideas in my head brought upon by a whacked-up body clock are too much to take. Good thing there's The Mooney Suzuki to be entranced with. Hello, New York Girls.
