Have you ever noticed how everyone was something spectacular in their “past life”? I have yet to meet anyone who wasn’t a prince, an Egyptian sex goddess, or general in the Roman army. Please. I’m still waiting for someone to tell me that they felt energy at a turn of the century toilet in Paris — that they know they were there, a hundred mystical years ago. Me? I feel my chakras are aligned with a mug I’ve had since high school, pictured above next to the blueberry pancakes. The painting, by Henri Marie Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec (try screaming that in bed…apparently, the man had hypertrophied genitals) is entitled, Ambassadeurs: Aristide Bruant dans son cabaret. I believe I was the man with the red scarf, standing so erect with eyebrows to die for… either that or I was banging him day and night. To each his own. Get in tuned with your past life with these blueberry pancakes.
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Here at Worst Cook Ever, we love food and everything it has to offer. We’ve taken all expectation out of the glorious process of cooking. After all, creating deliciousness should be fun and exciting, one shouldn’t drown in the pressure to succeed! We drink wine while we cook and think you should too. There will be no pretentious filler, just straight talk on how to make something so good your toes curl, or simply get you in good with the opposite sex. This is cooking for life, and cooking very, very, well.
The Beautiful Kind
September 21st, 2008 at 6:02 am
Screw past lives - I’m a Queen NOW.
And why hasn’t this blog been updated in a month???
xo