I’ve been in Houston since Tuesday afternoon. I have enjoyed 0 sun, 3 apocalyptic work-related meltdowns, 2 mango margaritas, and 1 melon and mint mojito. In short, I’m breaking even.
I’ve been documenting little bits and pieces throughout my stay here in Houston, but these gems are from the days before I left.
- There is something about the shape of a pasta that sometimes makes it especially appealing. This would be one of those times.
- We got a lemonade. He got two straws. He is 11 and no longer into sharing germs with me. *Tear.
- For the small fortune of $11-$15, you too can enjoy the Whole Foods salad bar for lunch. Whatever, it’s worth it.
- Plantains made the right way, with a side of sour cream.
- Illy iced coffee with a side of insulin.
- Bucatini pasta is probably my favorite kind of pasta. It’s essentially fat spaghetti with a hole in the middle. I call it “Hotel Pasta” because I only ever seem to see it when I travel, but alas, I found it at Juliet’s Italian Market downtown. See #9 for the perfect application.
- Illy iced coffee, without a side of insulin.
- Plantain Chips (1 plantain sliced very thin): 450 degrees, toss with olive oil, cinnamon, and a little nutmeg. Bake 10 minutes, flip. Bake another 10 minutes.
- Garlicky pasta with broccoli rabe.
- I got my eye on that concert uke right there. I set a goal for myself to learn two more songs before I can buy it.
- Girl’s Day: Nails, lunch, shopping, and drinks. “Nails” is why we are holding (me specifically) our hands as such, in case you were confused.
- See that guy behind Steve? See that knife? We hate that guy. I’m surprised you can’t hear his loud stupid mouth through the picture.
- My mama got me this little number. I like to send her pictures of me draped in all the things she buys me. It makes us both happy. Being the only daughter suits me.
- More awkward hands with beautiful nails.
- Let’s just get this out of the way: Yes, I sleep with a stuffed animal. His name is Pita the Cheetah. But more importantly, how cute is my dog?
- Hey, it can get sunny on the metro…
I’m a touch homesick, but this has been fun – and even a little bit helpful.