Valentine’s Day. Most girls in relationships love it. Everyone else hates it. Cat Wrangler and I? It’s an excuse to have cheese fondue at home. A much better, cheaper option than dining out in LA during one of the busiest restaurant nights of the year. Also, traffic is horrendous because everyone is trying to get to their date location. To put it in perspective, there’s traffic, LA traffic, LA holiday traffic and then LA Valentine’s Day traffic. Yeah.
Dinner reservations? Haha, good luck.
Continue reading My kind of Valentine’s Day
Happy Lunar New Year! Welcome to the Year of the Snake.
While many people think it’s Chinese New Year, the Lunar New Year is, in fact, celebrated by Koreans, Vietnamese and some other Asian cultures. So, being a good Asian properly raised in Korean customs (totally being sarcastic… I’m completely white-washed), I invited some friends over to celebrate by eating Chinese food and making dumplings.
Continue reading Saehae Bok Mahnee Bahdeuseyo!!!
I like mornings that start off with Copenhagen Pastry.
(Starting at top, clockwise) Raspberry pastry, cheese-poppyseed twist, coffee bread, kringle
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With the VFX on OZ wrapping up, I’ve been crewed to a new show at work – Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2: Revenge of the Leftovers. Oh. My. Gawd. The food in this movie is cute. Like SQQQQQQQQQQQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I will never look at food the same way again. I may not be able to eat food again. Oh, who am I kidding? Nom nom nom…. But now I kind of want to play with my food.
Check out the first look! http://www.usatoday.com/story/life/movies/2013/01/17/first-look-cloudy-with-a-chance-of-meatballs-2/1840839/
Help! I’m having a little bit of an identity crisis. I told the barista that my name was “Rosa” but apparently, I’m “Posa”. Now, was he saying my name is “Posa” or is this a new slang/spelling for “poser”? I’m a poser? Who/what am I posing as? Rosa? I’m not Rosa? Obviously… But if I’m not Rosa, then who am I? Oh dear. At least I have some caffeine in me to fuel me as I sort out this existential quandary.
Seriously… “Posa”? Do I look like a “Posa”? Is that even a name?