Saturday, April 19, 2008

My tired, working chef...

My poor, overworked, abused chef comes home around midnight or one looking like this:

We are so happy to see each other! We talk about our days and sip wine or beer. He showers and about 30 minutes later, starts looking like this:

Soon, after fervent denials that he is "not tired" and "wants to hang out with my super" (that what we call each other) he looks like this: (his pajama top says "I'm with Super")

I miss him. But on lovely (rare) days off he makes me something like this:

I am one of the luckiest girls in the world!

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Chef Widow perks...

One of the benefits of having a chef husband is that occasionally people give him things. Fun things. Last year a purveyor gave us tickets to a Los Angeles Angels game. The seats were so great we could hear the players swearing and I could make out all the sweet buns. This last Monday we got VIP tix to the Los Angeles Clippers. I was super excited until I did some research and realized they were the worst team of the league. But that didn't faze us, the tickets were a gift after all, and we had never seen a pro basketball game. We started our night at Osteria Mozza. (check out since they won't allow a link.) We sat at the bar for a couple of hours feasting on ravioli's topped with egg, grilled octopus, homeade orrichette, sweetbreads, and seasonal cocktails. Thank you Matt for treating us so good!

Thoroughly stuffed, we drove downtown to the Staples Center. We took a wrong turn off the freeway and got to see what downtown LA looks like at 8pm on a Monday night. Sketchy. We were running low on gas and I had time to ponder if I would be able to run fast in the shoes I wore. Luckily, we made it to the parking garage. Free, thanks to our tickets. We entered the stadium from the VIP entrance and got to walk by all the cars of the "playas". Bentleys, Rolls, Range Rovers, and Ferraris. I ask this: If you have enough money to buy a Ferrari, why choose orange?? Anyway, we bought some big ass beers and found our seats. The view of the not-so-great game was fabulous. The biggest entertainment was during half time when they brought out the "junior" cheerleaders. It was really weird. One moment we were looking (ogling) at the regular cheerleaders in skimpy outfits and then they bring out little girls in skimpy outfits to do the same routine. Eeeww. We ended up leaving early when a Spurs fan in our section and a Lakers fan in the section behind us started screaming obscenities at each other. The final straw was when the Spurs fan yelled, "I'll pimp your ass right now!". What?! What does that mean? You got a 9mm underneath your oversized jersey? Why are sports fans such psychos? As we left, security stopped us and asked us not to leave. "We are kicking out those troublemakers", they assured us. Umm, I'm not waiting around for that. For future reference, the stadium has these private rooms that are basically like a hotel room with large glass windows facing onto the action. No sitting around stupid people. That is VIP. Next time...

Still, it's always fun to get free stuff. Especially for things I wouldn't normally choose to spend money on. Thanks to Rhonda from LA Specialty for hookin' us up!