The smell of wood stoves burning and root vegetables roasting fill the lonely streets, which can mean only one thing: It is fall on the Vineyard. This welcomed stillness gives us the chance to catch ourselves up from the business of summer and begin to think about hibernation. Memories from the past summer will be stored in my iphoto albums, and I have picked a few yummy memories to share. The beginning of summer was carrot cake cupcakes topped with edible peonies, devoured at sunset by a group of friends at a beach bonfire. Next came my official drink of choice- prosecco with a splash of St. Germain liquor and a spritz of lemon. It is quite possibly the only drink I have come across that will never go bad. Ending the summer on a sexy note, I decided to whip together chocolate covered strawberries for a friend's birthday. They were well received by all, especially the one year old twin girls who went home wearing most of the chocolate, that had melted as they danced around the bonfire.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
And after much anticipation.. I'm back!
The smell of wood stoves burning and root vegetables roasting fill the lonely streets, which can mean only one thing: It is fall on the Vineyard. This welcomed stillness gives us the chance to catch ourselves up from the business of summer and begin to think about hibernation. Memories from the past summer will be stored in my iphoto albums, and I have picked a few yummy memories to share. The beginning of summer was carrot cake cupcakes topped with edible peonies, devoured at sunset by a group of friends at a beach bonfire. Next came my official drink of choice- prosecco with a splash of St. Germain liquor and a spritz of lemon. It is quite possibly the only drink I have come across that will never go bad. Ending the summer on a sexy note, I decided to whip together chocolate covered strawberries for a friend's birthday. They were well received by all, especially the one year old twin girls who went home wearing most of the chocolate, that had melted as they danced around the bonfire.
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Hey Elise, my name is Lars. This may be awkward but I tried contacting you on Face Book but it looks like you are not online that often. The last blog update was over a month ago.
ReplyDeleteLet me remind you, I had the opportunity to meet you as well as indulge in your fantastic plum crisp at Greg Benette's along with ribs and a schilcher. hehe
The reason I am writing is the weird part, I was talking to Greg the other day and it so happens that I had seen you around VH the day before so I asked about you.
One thing led to another and I found out that you were or are single, live on MV, and are very very pretty..I apologize for going about this ... quest in an awkward way but I do not go to bars, I don't know if you do so I realized that the odds of me ever seeing you again and getting to know you more was slim to nil.
What I have seen and read so far is amazing. The photos, the food, the composition - at least two of your passions are mine as well. I love to cook, infact I work at Zephrus; Pastry Chef (degree in Le Cordon Blu') from California Culinary Academy. I love to write, poems, rants and essays, fiction, BLOGS, and discussion about the natuer of man kind...our destiny!
I hope you decide to get back to me Elise, I think we could at the least keep company through this long winter and eat right. I know this is unconventional but I was not going to ask for your number from another guy, I don't know where 27 year old's who don't drink at bars go to meet women.
Okay, I mean where do they go that is cool, in style, not mothballed to meet women. I have no idea so I meet them eating ribs with my hangs watching foot ball and smoking a J.
Best
Eben Lars
call , email, txt, faceBook :-P What u have to loose but a few hrs? But you have so much to gain.. ;) cant wait to hear from ya!
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