good vibes only

Being silly (and maybe a little drunk):

We did a seafood bake for dinner. A Martha Stewart recipe. It was very tasty.

Random pretty flower from my most recent bouquet:

I raided D’s library:

Played around with my hair:

Tried on my new shirt:

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We watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind tonight. I love that movie. D mentioned earlier in the night that he never really saw it, because he was fucking around with his (ex)gf the first time around so he wasn’t paying attention. (That trashy Trumper whore Beth πŸ™„) This time we did the fucking around first, but then he fell asleep during the movie. πŸ˜‚

To be fair, we’ve had a lot to drink, and we started around 3:30, when D asked me to quit working and have a drink because he had news, and it was really good news!! I can’t talk about it yet, but squeeeeeeeeeee.

It’s 1:30 am now. We’re in bed. Everyone is asleep but me. I kind of like this time of night now that my anxiety is under control.

I made a cake.

From scratch.

I haven’t done that since I was a teenager; back when I used to bake all the time with my grandmother.

I’m obviously out of practice. I’m not sure if it was the recipe, the substitution I had to make, or if I overcooked the cake, but it came out a bit dry.

Decorating is not my strength either – lol – but I’m going to keep practicing and try to get better. Why not? It’s not like I can leave the house.

I had a big slice for breakfast, because I have fucking cancer, and it sucks, so why the fuck not? Yolo and all that shit.

I’m not gonna lie, I’m on the struggle bus right now.

chocolate lava mug cake

I love cake, so I’m a bit of a mug cake whore, because it’s the fastest and easiest way to cure my cake cravings. I usually have mug cake packs on hand – the ones where you just add water and then microwave. Tonight, however, I decided to make my own, and it’s so good I could cry!

The deets:

Melt two tbsp of butter in a coffee mug. Add water (2 tbsp), vanilla (1/4 tsp) and a pinch of salt. Stir.

Add 1/4 cup of sugar, 1/4 cup of flour, and 2 tbsp of cocoa powder. Stir until smooth. Microwave for 40 to 50 seconds.

This is extremely rich and chocolatey.

Check out my cute STL mug:

And the cake too, of course:

a cheat meal

Tonight I decided to go ahead and make lasagna – not the low carb zucchini noodle version – but the full carb version. My stomach is a bit pissed, but I have no regrets. Every once in a while you just need some fucking pasta.

And did you know there is low carb ice cream?

It’s not terrible, but it certainly doesn’t taste like a chocolate glazed donut. Lol.

Friday night dinner date: new recipe night (x3)

Appetizer:

Stuffed mushrooms. These turned out really well. So delicious.

The main course:

Chicken Modiga with roasted garlic parmesan broccoli and a simple Italian salad.

Next time we will modify this recipe to pound and pan fry the chicken, which is how I’ve always had it in the past (at STL restaurants – this seems to be a local dish). Our recipe called for baking, which just wasn’t as good. The sauce was dead on and absolutely delicious, however.

I know I say this almost every time, but I love these cooking date nights. Last night, we were discussing how different this marriage is from our previous ones – how much more fulfilling. Even little things like cooking together bring us so much joy. As D noted: it was like lightning struck when we met. It was meant to be. Neither of us can imagine it being better than this. It might seem weird, but our recent sexual exploits are just making it even clearer. We are having a blast, but it reminds us that we are each other’s people. (And our sex has been insanely good lately. There’s no red waste over here).

Sorry…now I’m gushing and it’s coming off as bragging. But really we just click in a way I never thought possible. ❀️

After dinner, we skipped to season 4 of Voyager and watched the first few Seven of Nine episodes in preparation for Picard starting next week. I’m into season 4, so I imagine we will keep watching.

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Just the other night, we were having dinner with the kids, doing our normal banter, and Freya exclaimed, “This table is magical!” The kids have mentioned often, though Freya more so, that they love family dinner time, and the topics of conversation. D and I engage with the kids openly and freely on all topics. Freya in particular tends to come hang out with us while we cook so that she can listen to our back and forth. She’s learned a lot! Haha. Anyway…that’s just something I’m really loving right now. ❀️❀️