meat is murder. murder is delicious.

i ate a lot of fantastic food these last couple weeks. i've been meaning to write about most of it but have been too busy attempting to occupy the perfect place with my perfect partner. we're this close to securing the place of our dreams and the anticipation is killing me. i've tried occupying my time with altering recipes and having dinner parties. so far... it's worked.

i made chocolate peanut butter pillows that i read about in post punk kitchen and ate a shitload of food at other people's houses. phil and i don't believe in valentine's day so (unlike the majority of the blogs i follow) i don't have some cutesy story. we did, however, attend two awesome get-togethers that revolved around food. the first was at the boyfriend's roommate's co-worker's house. he's british and made a ton of shit i'd never had before (ie: black pudding, cracklin). there was another couple there who made me feel as if i could have a kid. don't get me wrong, i still don't want one - but they made me feel as if i could successfully raise one.

on valentine's day we headed over to chadrad and aeryn's with a bag full of fresh seafood and a ton of drinks. we proceeded to eat until none of us could move. seriously. i was comatose on the couch for at least an hour. sure, it was weird to murder a live crab by smashing in it's crab brains... but the corpse was delicious and made the whole experience worth it. remind me to kill more animals immediately before i eat them. thanks.