Aug. 16th, 2016

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It's OVAH



B's birthday weekend ended late last night. I'd like to think I've acquitted myself well. Just glad it's done.

The headline gift was more a gift to myself than her. I used this time as an excuse to shove a Real Phone down her throat. But seriously tho! Her old AT&T S3 would practically lock up every time I'd start to text. Oh OH and did I mention she started keeping hair ties around it....so the back wouldn't pop off on hot days? Even I didn't know that was going on 'till Friday. But when I learned? Reassured me I was doing the right thing.





Little brains, meet big brains. Oh, wait. Faster brains. With more RAM.

Of course, there was a wireless rapid charger and a new 128GB chip and a Lifeproof case involved, too. All on Amazon-price-match-at Best Buy rates. The cashiers barely bother scanning their prices any more. If Cheapy McBlackerson's there, he's got the Amazon pages of his purchases already loaded on Chrome. Yup!

And B was all I dun need that much phone too expensive bluh bluh bluh butcha know what? I love my S7. If I gave her a phone that wasn't as good as mine? That would make me a total dick. And what if her $200 phone started gagging on apps or locking up or she could clearly see her photos weren't as good as mine? Who's gotta hear about THAT shit 'till the phone starts to disintegrate, four years in the future? ME. So (bleep) that. If I get one, she gets one. Family PEACE baby. I'm no idiot. Okay fine. At least not for that reason!


Oh WAIT. Then there was the whole move-my-widdle-icons-where-I-want-them-on-my-home screen exercise.

B: Put it there.
Me: Okay.
B: No, right THERE.
Me: Fine!
B: That's too small! Make it a bigger size!
Me: Okay how 'bout--
B: You're DEWIN it wrong! *points to screen* You're supposed to
Me: Here.
B: *Hand drops back, whole flippin' arm practically falls off her body and clatters on the floor*
Me: You seem to know how to--
B: NooOOOOOOoooo.
Me: *eyebrow crooky*
B: It's a NEW PHONE.
Me: ....
B: You're sposeda show me.
Me: Ooooookay.
B: STOP! NO! Don't put that one over THERE!
Me: *Opens deck door, punts B's phone into neighbor's yard*

Okay, I lied about that last thing. But I thought about it.

I told you that to tell you this.

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What $100 Minneapolis Dinners for Two Look Like







It looks like B and I at Bar La Grassa for her birthday. She's kept her eye on their menu (and 112 and who else...?) and for once, it looked like something she'd go for.






She ordered the bruschetta with charred red onion and goat cheese. It was good. Merely good good tho. Not amazingly good or quite $10 for two pieces of bread good. You could taste the grizzled attitude of the cast iron pan the onions were cooked in...but perhaps we wished for a bit more presence from the goat cheese. Or perhaps a full-on goat cheese facial slap. Long story short: Goat cheese. Where's it at? MOAR.

Were it just me, I'd have opted for a soft egg and lobster bruschetta. By 'just me' I don't mean dining without B. I mean dining in an empty building. Cuz y'all don't get to watch me eat that. Wouldn't care to see that myself! But I digress.






Since B selected from bruschetta, I chose from antipasti. This masterpiece is Roasted Beets with Burrata and Pistachio. Brenda Don't Eat Beets™ for the same reason most of humanity doesn't...pickled beets are revolting. But fresh beets are different. Surprisingly, B tried a bit. And tried some more. And then quit trying and started DOING.







Followed by the small plates.








I chose cavatelli and rabbit cuz B said I would. Cuz the entree had 'rabbit' and that's when I'll say Oh gimme rabbit cuz RABBIT. Typically followed by pouting and disappointment. Not to call this dish disappointing per se. But certainly less interesting than others.

Mind you...two days later from the fridge? Tasted like J-God writing calligraphy on my tongue with his pointy finger. But in the midst of its comrades? Kinda feh.







B picked Pappardelli with veal ragu, which became my favorite item. It had the best balance of flavors, in my humble opinion. The meaty and savory and a touch of sweet from the tomato and whatever else was working in the background.








I chose bucatini w/bolognese, which became B's favorite. Can't figure out how they get that hole in the noodle. NO, DON'T TELL ME. Let it remain a tasty mystery. Besides, it's one o the few things I can't make myself.

There was also a Mushroom and Taleggio Agnolotti in the mix. Not sure where it is in the photos, but it's alright. Cuz that (bleep) was weird








Oh WAIT, found it. Not gonna crop or zoom it cuz no.








A thick pasta with an oddly thin cheese inside and maybe something dark and salty but I dunno. I let B doggie-bag it.








After which came sorbet for Mrs. Birthday...










...a Gjoat milk cheesecake for me (it's pronounced GOAT but silent 'j' cuz well you know Scandinavians are afoot).....






...and wouldn't cha know it? Birthday truffles to go with that triple-digit check.

Don't worry. We've spent more and come away less happy *cough*UNION*cough* but B was still trying how to add/subtract her way back for somewhere more comfortably in the the double digits.


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