Oh my effing effing effing EEEEEEEFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFING.......
RAURGH!!!!!!!!








I am so effing OVER this. I AM OVER IT!!
Another effing dinner party tonight and everyone had to bring a plate. Because my man was coming, I'd have to bring something, even though I was bringing my own little individual dinner (they knew that beforehand and it was totally fine). So I made Vietnamese Rice Paper rolls and three dipping sauces. Everyone loved them, which is great.
So... my dinner was boring as bat-sh*t because I ran out of time. I weighed some shredded cabbage and some fresh mint and coriander, all of which I also used in the rice paper rolls. I then had that with some tinned tuna. That's it. No time, no ingenuity. Man it sucked.
This turned out to be the menu:
caramalised onion and sundried tomato tart
Vietnamese Rice Paper rolls
Spaghetti Marinara
spinach and fetta turnovers (puff pastry)
More gourmet pizza and garlic bread (someone was disorganised)
Moroccan cous-cous salad
Butter chicken with saffron rice.
Dessert?
More tiramisu
creme brulee
cherry flan
Homemade hazelnut gelato
varieties of lindt chocolates
Oh yeah - end it with a cheese plate with 5 different cheeses.
And if that wasn't enough, there was an endless supply of beautiful wines and ports.
I didn't have FREAKING ANY OF IT. I sat there with my stupid tasteless cabbage and ate it shred by shred as everyone else gorged themselves and drank themselves silly.
They are some of my best friends and everyone had a great night except me. After about an hour and a half I couldn't even get involved in the conversation because everyone had been drinking and were all loud and having fun. I'm so depressed about it. I've never felt like so much of an outsider.
I HATE that everyone's lives revolve so much around food. And that not having it leaves me as an outcast (cry cry). Of course, no one really noticed too much, which is good, but I just sat there like an idiot all night wanting to not be there and wishing like hell that they would all stop talking about how great the gelato is (just like farero rocher! But so much better!), or how gorgeous the butter chicken is (it took four hours to make the sauce from scratch!) or what is in the custard of the tiramisu (egg yolks whisked with sugar, blended with marscarpone and cointreau, then fold in the beaten egg whites).
I even forgot my soda water.