Fixations

It has been pointed out to me that I tend to fixate.

On food.

On vampires.

On movies.

On shoes.

On exercise.

On writing.

On life's purpose.

All I have to say to that observation is, no shit. I mean, come on. Without food, vamps (and sex is intrinsically tied into that by the way, I didn't omit it by accident), shoes, working out and why we're here? What's the point?

Some people.

Just because I'm feeling a little obnoxious,  I'm going to share tonight's meal plan.  I think this might also prove the fixation point once and for all, in case there was ever any doubt. :-)

It's been a long, weird week, so a gentle, cool dinner is in order. I think the patio will serve beautifully as the spot tonight, as dinner will be later than usual due to GG's team playing soccer down in Belen (aka the dark side of the moon) this afternoon.

Chilled shrimp on ice, with hot cocktail sauce;
Feta and grilled peppers (spread over the crustini);
Sourdough garlic crustini;
Sliced, chilled cucumbers from the garden;
Chilled (very very very cold) Chardonnay.

And that, as they say, is that.

Have a great weekend everyone!