Don't Tell Anyone!

I have to admit that recently (like maybe a month ago) I got drunk and broke one of my huge rules. I can't believe I did it. I totally regret it. I will never get over it, or forget it.

I ate cheese on purpose.

Yes, I had a few screwdrivers and a couple disgusting shots of vodka with Delia & her visiting crew, and when we were ordering a late dinner at B Bar, the portobello burger sounded SO good that I didn't even ask for it without the mozzarella. When it came I almost tossed those fluffy looking white disks at Lee, but I tried it instead, and - wham! It was good. Since then I have sneakily eaten the free panini samples at the deli and actually enjoyed it. And then the day came when I ordered something with mozzarella, and I was sober. The world is a-changin, girl.

So, let's keep this one a secret from the 'rents. I think I bragged that about it already, but I won't spill your secret. Actually, I ate some eggplant rollatini with Dad, but it can't go further than this. I still hate everything about Feta, though Krista's Haloumi smelled slightly tasty the other night. Ricotta? Don't even go there. Though that lasagna sounded absolutely divine. Can Kirk come visit with you too?

Love the open windows, the current Indian summer, and the fact that we both have amazing shows to look forward to this week- you & Sufjan, me & Jay. Ahhhh....

xoxoxoxoBon