A Weekend Without a Camera

Hi eaters!

So I abandoned you last night. I realize this. I actually realized this right as I was heading out for some fun times last night.

And I was going to post after I got home, but I was tired and I didn’t have my camera.

Actually, not having my camera means you won’t see a lot of my weekend.

Like, you won’t get to see the delicious dinner of mussels in a white wine butter sauce over linguine that manly friend made me for dinner last night.

It was my first time eating mussels. Verdict: I think I still have sand in my teeth.

You won’t get to see the lovely walk manly friend and I took on the back trails of my favorite park.

You won’t get to see my seriously rawesome Cosby sweater that I wore to my friends and my going away/birthday party on Saturday. You also won’t get to see how I could fit my entire body into it.

You won’t get to see any shots from the show I went to last night, where my friend’s band was playing. That means you won’t get to see the hardcore kids doing ballet-style spin kicks (seriously, when did hardcore kids stop two-stepping and start spinning?) and the faux fight that almost took place in the parking lot.

But, I did have my camera for Friday night, so I’ll show you that.

Manly friend and I went out for dinner as Kiosco, a Mexican restaurant on Spring Garden St (for any of you cool Triad/Greensboro eaters who want to check it out).

I wanted to try Kiosco for a hot minute because it looked significantly better then Mexico Restaurant, which is where we normally get Mexican food.

Yes eaters, a Mexican restaurant called Mexico Restaurant. The creative flare is not lost on me.

Overall, Kiosco lived up to my expectation of being better then what I was used to.

Granted, the chips and salsa were bland.

And the service wasn’t too hot either. There were too many people who’s sole job was to either refill water or refill chips and salsa, and they kept pushing a bus boy/garbage cart through the dinning room.

But the food was delicious!

Chunks of beef prepared in red chile sauce.

I ordered Chile Colorado and swapped the refried beans for black beans.

For days I’d had a serious craving for red meat and this satisfied it.

The intersection of awesomeness.

And the Colorado sauce on the rice was super tasty. The beans were so-so, but I didn’t mind.

M’handsome date ordered Bistec a la Mexicana.

It was a steak covered in sizzling peppers and onions. But this wasn’t fajitas by any stretch.

A sizzling skillet of beef steak cooked with banana peppers, green peppers and onions.

It was down right ah-maze-ing!

Granted, I only ate the peppers and onions, but it was still pretty fantastic.

In the future, though, I think we’ll order take-out from Kiosco rather then being pestered about our not quite full water glasses.

So that’s all I’ve got for you.

Yes eaters, I realize this was probably a let down. But considered I forgot at least a dozen times that today was Monday, I think I’m doing pretty good.

Your turn:

What did you do this weekend?

Did you eat anything noteworthy?

G’night eaters!

A World of Perfection

‘Ello eaters!

Thank-you so much for not abandoning me after two days of being a sour bitch. Yeah, that’s exactly what I was. No need to sugar coat it.

But today I’m feeling much better.

I took charge a little last night, talked to manly friend a little today, and feel less like a crazy crybaby. It’s amazing what some encouragement and empathy from a good friend can do.

Anywhoo, enough dwelling in the past. Let’s talk about today, which was wonderful!

First, a haircut.

Aren't awkward Myspacers the best?

I didn’t do anything drastic, because I never do anything drastic with my hair. But I did just enough to make it look healthy and a wee bit flirty again.

With my new ‘do bouncing and behaving I met up with some friends for thrifting.

Frankly, I kind of hate thrifting at large stores. There are so many racks and I have so little patience that I’m almost instantly exhausted. Luckily, though, I was able to find a nice ceramic reusable coffee mug for 99 cents before my eyes glazed over.

Speaking of glaze…

On a whim I convinced my crew to help me fulfill a craving.

On West Market, near Guilford College Rd.

Have I ever told you how much I love donuts? Because I think they’re pretty much a perfect food. I won’t get into the details of my theory (oh yes, it’s a theory where I site both the Bible and Chinese myths), but just trust me that it’s nearly a fact: donuts are perfect.

And a whole world of perfect little donuts just waiting to give me a dose of their perfection?

Sign me up!

First up, Maddie ordered an old fashioned.

This was pretty fantastic.

And then somehow forgot that I have to take pictures of everyone else’s food, too.

Next, David got a plain glazed.

Better than Krispy Kreme.

And somehow I forgot to explain to him that I have a food blog, so he just thought I was creepy.

"Do I look at the camera or the donut? I'm going to look at the donut."

Next came Josh and my bag o’do.

Josh went with a big Bavarian cream.

Puffy with goodness.

Watching him sink his teeth into it was an amazing site to behold.

Big mouth Josh.

Not a drop of the golden cream fell out, which was a feat considering how much cream there was.


And now…drum roll…my donutS.

Yup, multiple. I love donuts, stay with me here, eaters.

I went with a strawberry frosted French cruller.

Isn't she gorgeous?

This was not in any way like the Dunkin’ Donuts French crullers I’ve had before. Those are cakey, where are this one was light and oh so airy with a hard outer crust.

It was like a breath of fresh air. (Though the strawberry frosting didn’t quite match. I think a simple glaze would work better).

Next, came a chocolate frosted cake donut with sprinkles.

You knew there were going to be sprinkles.

I’m a huge fan of cake donuts. And sprinkles. While this was not the most stellar cake donut I’ve ever had (I am used to Dunkin’ Donuts after all), it was nothing to kick out of bed.

Hubba hubba, I love you.

Neither of my picks disappointed me. And I’m pretty sure I won’t be disappointed when I go back for the jelly donut and the maple yeast donut and the cinnamon crunch donut. And maybe an old fashioned.

Mmm, I love donuts!

Where do you fall on the donut spectrum — cake, yeast, or fancy pastry? Or the often forgotten donut hole?

G’night eaters!

Market Day

Hi eaters!

I hope you didn’t miss me too much on Friday. My not good knee is acting up again, which had got me a little down. I’m going to try not to bitch and moan too much, because no one wants to hear it.

Instead, how would you like some pictures of pretty produce?

I started my Saturday off bright and earlier than usual with my first trip to the farmers’ market this semester.

Piedmont Triad farmer's market off of Sandy Ridge Rd.

I heart the farmers’ market with my whole ‘Baby heart, but I so rarely get to go. Because let’s be real eaters — I’m too hungover most Saturdays.


But this week I was feeling fine and frugal, so off to the market I went.

Funny name. Pretty tomatoes.

I walked and browsed and oogled for a bit at first.

Giant zucchini.

Then I got down to business. I didn’t come with a list, nor had I given any thought whatsoever to a meal plan for the week.

I wish I liked eggplant.

So I was flying by the seat of my pants.

I think it turned out all right.


Okra, red bell pepper, purple bell pepper, zephyr squash, and a big bag of honeycrisp apples.

What’s a zephyr, you ask?

It’s a hybrid between a zucchini and a summer squash. My school started growing them in the garden this summer and my ‘mate was eating them all summer. They taste just like a summer squash, but are so much prettier. Don’t you agree?

After a little lunch it was off to the ceramics studio for me. I had to finish my first hand building project —

I thought I was done the other day, but realized that I still had to trim and smooth a few things. Now it’s done.

What do you think? Does it look like the picture?

I sure hope so because my grade depends on it.

With that off my “To Do” list I took a little nap. And then this happened:

Coconut oil-based face paint. I'm in love.

And this:

And some of this, too:

My friends are attractive.

Yup, it was a pretty freaking fantastic day. Fantastic enough to take my mind off my not good knee…until I woke up this morning.

Oh well. I guess that means it’s time for me to do more research. Current potential trigger: nightshade vegetables. More on that later, though.

G’night eaters!