Well, shit. Last weekend (TX/OU) kicked my ass, almost as hard as we kicked OU’s ass. BOOM. Anyways, it was a great weekend full of blackouts, bad decisions, and quite a bit of airbrushed t-shirts. I’ll recap my weekend quickly, and fill you in on the fat deets as I go….
Thursday night—Abacus. My favorite fancy restaurant in Dallas. The bread basket will give you the biggest bread boner of your life, and be sure not to miss out on the sushi. Get the VIP Roll and the pressed sushi-and don’t forget extra wasabi. Abacus also makes a mean martini, so get a little liquid base going with one of these before you stuff your fat face with the bread basket. Just to review, the contents of the bread basket are as follows: Lavosh (this girl lives for a crispy Jewish cracker—it’ my fave of the bunch), corn muffins, regular bread, and a tomato topped focaccia. I bet you just had to change your pants—it’s ok, clearly I don’t judge. I got the duck special, minus the five spiced sweet potatoes (because ew), and it was incredible. Crawford got venison that came with grits, bacon and some sort of caramel popcorn—it was unbelievable, and by the end of the dinner, I had consumed enough wine, that I finished my plate and his. Had I been sober, maybe I’d be ashamed, but shit, we’ve been together for 6 years and the man watched me eat two pizzas in one sitting on our honeymoon, so whatever. Friday was awful, I actually had to go into an office for work, so I ended up picking up Qdoba tortilla soup for lunch, which is delightful every time.
Chopin martini, splash of grapefruit
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pressed sushi and vip roll
Seared Duck Breast
Venison
Saturday= the fair. I went big and bold at the start and had the Fried Cuban and one seventeen miller lights. The Cuban was delish, but so rich that I only had a bite. By 10:30am, I thought it was 3pm, so I mosyed up to the shortest line and got a hot dog. I watched some of the game, but snuck out a little before half time, because it was imperative that I chow down on a sausage on a stick and get an airbrushed shirt. Missions Accoplished. After that, I think I was done with food, but this b*tch really wanted a funnel cake. I didn’t get one, but next year….next year.
I’ll work on recipes tonight, but just wanted to make sure all 4 people that read this blog got an update.
MAZEL
PS-How does one go from pic 1 to pic 2 in less than 24 hours?
YIKES
