Something else...

My roommate (M) made a comment, a month or so ago, when I called myself a food snob. He said that his brother, very much a food snob, would disagree, on account of the fact that I don't know the first thing about wine.

A couple of days ago, this girl (L) I was trying to impress by telling her what kind of meal I was planning on cooking, and then comparing this meal with her current boyfriend's culinary range of turkey sandwiches, said: "Very imporant question. What kind of wine are you serving? Without the right wine, I might as well be eating a turkey sandwich...."

Last night I met a new friend (K). I knew where she worked, but she pointed out that she worked in the wine section of a certain store. And that, yes, if I wanted to be educated about food, I really needed to know something about wine.

So, K and I went to BN (that's Barnes and Noble for the uneducated) and I picked up a book that L had recommneded to me (at least, I THINK it's a book that she recommended; I might have misunderstood, but I don't think so).

So, I am ashamed to say, I have entered the world of true food snobbery, with the purchase of The Sommelier's Guide to Wine. May God have mercy on my soul.

That's what I call a tropical breakfast...

I had a breakfast burrito this morning. You know, scrambled eggs, cheese, sausage, and salsa all wrapped in a tortilla.

Kinda yummy.

I told my roommie that I was chasing my breakfast down with Milk and Orange Juice.

He makes a note of the darker, caramel color of the milk and says "That's not milk."

To which I reply: Just because there's Kalhua in the milk and coconut rum in the OJ doesn't mean I'm not drinking milk and OJ...."