i have been so busy in love with my new relationship with food i’m rapidly becoming… gargantuan.
This is the scrapbook of my new relationship since like a couple of weeks ago.
Enrico made my Xmas cupcakes. I mean, you can’t turn down the goodwill if a good friend can you?
Million of pastries. I like Susuwatari (dust bunny from Tonari no Totoro)! And Mentaiko Baguette wtf!!!!!
And nobody can say no to macarons.
This is Xmas dinner at Nerovivo.
Oh did i say that’s not all?
it’s good nom
Foie gras no wonder my liver expanded FML.
I wonder if anyone eats Turkey Liver. Or ostrich Liver wtf.
And caviar wtf.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT IS BETTER THAN FOIE GRAS AND CAVIAR?
Caviar ON Foie Gras WTF.
Then on new year i had a Kobe steak the size of Cheddie.
And the next day went for Champagne Brunch.
Cheers to my new body shape.
I know!!!!! I can’t say fat because like, you guys would think i’m lansi or whatever. It’s like Steve Jobs saying he dunno how to switch on computer wtf. Plus i really really hate those girls who put up an obviously flattering (and even photoshopped) picture of themselves without make up then say like, “Oh i look fugly without make up”! Just so they could fish for compliments “Awww don’t be silly you look like an angel sent from above without make up” wtf you zombie face how about you don’t post those pictures if you think they are fugly! Hate fake modesty the most wtf.
Ok that’s not the point. The point is, i couldn’t fit into ANY of my pants fml. This new relationship is driving me cheeses.