Thank you all for your lovely comments on my last post regarding my international, life-long love of food! I do. I love it. I may not love these five pounds of fun chub my body has come to be best friends with, but if were to come down to a battle between not eating (ahem, not living) and fun chub…
I’ll take the fun chub.
Hands down, with a side of ice cream.
But that’s not to say yours truly isn’t jumping back on the clean eating bandwagon. I am. Because as much as I love food, too much of anything isn’t good for my physical or mental well-being. I admittedly feel sluggish, tired and a bit “off.”
It could also just be my crazy week.
Because in the past seven days, I’ve booty bounced at a barn dance, hung out with butterflies + BFFs, started a big freelance writing project, attended a dinner party + two happy hours, planned + executed a surprise party and managed to shower almost every day. Success.
Because I am.
But I can’t complain, because happy hour #2 of the week was with three fabulous ladies. We drank; we ate; we talked about boys; we laughed; and we vowed to do it all over again soon.
Multiply this by eight, and you’ve got my brew count for the week.
As I mentioned, I helped my friend Steph throw a surprise birthday party for her boyfriend. This included party planning meetings, errand-running and of course, most importantly, baking a delicious cake…
Smitten Kitchen’s Carrot Cake with Maple Cream Cheese Frosting, alongside a maple leaf made of candles for the Canadian birthday boy.
He was surprised.
But the question remains, did he like the Everythingtarian-made carrot cake?
I believe he devoured three pieces.
And I breathed a mega sigh of relief. I mean, when you have a food blog and bring something homemade to a party, there is a lot of pressure for it to be good, ya know? If its not, then you become that girl who has a food blog but probably shouldn’t because she makes crappy food.
Anyways, more fun times with my ladies…
…followed up with lots of this…
Lime seltzer water + a splash of POM juice.
Cocktail of sober champions everywhere and people who are in need of a nap and a giant salad.
That’s obviously me.
So, I’ll drink it…but only if it includes ice cream after.