Being a Brat Has It's Advantages
So, since I am turning old this year, I decided my birthday should be a week long. Nothing wrong with that, right? Stop laughing.
That week started today (the actual day is still, thankfully, a few days in the future), where my most fabulous husband and friends feted me in true Restaurant Whore style. I had me a little birthday party at Ton Kiang, filled with all kinds of dumpling love. And guess what I got to finish it off with? That's right, bitches, the coveted Tartine cake. And it was as good as I had fantasized about. I even licked some off the table. Seriously.
Now, we all know how crazy lucky I feel to be able to eat as well as I do. But I know that I'm even luckier to have such an incredible husband (who buys me cakes and listens to my whining) and such wonderful friends (who buy me cookbooks and listen to my whining), who collectively remind me every day that it is possible to love something more than food.
I plan to go kicking and screaming into my next decade with a trip to Vegas next weekend. Stay tuned.
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld