Tag: XFE
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The Many Faces of Toonces
Petunia, for those who have not met her, is kinda bipolar. She hasn’t been diagnosed or anything, but she’s definitely very two-faced. There are basically two Petunia’s – there’s Princess Petunia Potpie, the sweet little calico who follows me around all morning, twirling around my ankles, rubbing her face against mine while I’m trying to…
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Pulling Out the Big Guns
This is an (approximately accurate) excerpt of an actual conversation between me and my personal-chauffeur-for-life XFE at a gas station on Saturday morning, around 8 am. XFE (getting into the car after pumping the gas): Are you trying to kill me? Me (peering intently into my smart phone): No, why? XFE: You’re not supposed to…
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To Quote the Brilliant Britney: Oops, I Did It Again
Awesome. I’m on the plane on the way to Vegas and I thought I’d write a couple of last blog posts about Vieques. I still want to give a review of the W Vieques and our best meal on the island (which was not Sol Food, although Sol was very good and my co-food-critic-for-life XFE…
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Five Stages of Porktober Acceptance
*WARNING: A pig was most definitely harmed in the making of this post. If you’re squeamish, skip this one. If you like tasty, delicious pork and all it’s derivatives, read on. There comes a time in every girl’s life when she realizes she is not in control of her relationship. She is not the driver…
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Food Porn: Palladio at Barboursville Vineyards
My opposite-sex-partner-for-life XFE and I don’t really celebrate an anniversary per se. We met, we started dating, but I never really remember exactly when, and I don’t know which date we should commemorate: when we met, or when we had our first date, or when we had our first kiss? I know we met in…