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buddy.
we make a lot of food at my house.
my roomate, the cucch, went to the natural gourmet cookery school in nyc. so he's pretty dope. im just an aspiring fat person, who is definitely an arrogant condescending ass, so i make do on that.
last night we had the most elite soup we've made yet!
homemade vegan tortellini soup, all from scratch. fresh pasta dough. yum4tum. escarole, leek, and white bean filling (no cheese, bitches, we're all vegan), homemade stock, with some carrots celery onions and garlics added to make it souptastic broth, and some baby spinach blanched in at the end. holy shit. i ate like a huuuuge fat person. awesome.
and we had some broiled seasoned asparagus. and we had some after dinner treats too. chocolate maple raspberry sauce on some fake 'cream.
this is what happens every night. seriously. i go to work for a couple hours, do some lame tattoos usually, it snows a whole bunch, usually, i go shopping for fresh veggies and shit every day, and then i come home, cook dinner, we all eat together, and clean up, maybe watch a movie, read a little, and go to bed. lather rinse repeat.
however, friday is going to be my belated birthday party....my guess is no one is going to spend their friday night eating vegan food and not getting fucked up. except me,cucch, and jess. as usual. lather rinse repeat.
great.