Garb n Getup

WHADDUP, bad boys & girls?!

How's your Wednesday panning out? Mine is pretty fantastic.

Remember when I told you my eats haven't been all that exciting because I'm trying to save money? I brought proof.

Exhibit A. Peanut Butter Banana Sandwich on Gluten Free Bread

Exhibit B. Choco-Date Bites

Exhibit C. Yes, I ate this shit. All of it. Then I licked my fingers.

I also found my fashion sense buried under the pile of dull winter clothing taking up half of my couch and popped on some tights. They got mad compliments.

That's a lot o' leg.

Let me tell you about my debaucherous romp through NOLA.

If you know me at all, you know the previous statement is dripping with sarcasm. I'm a middle-aged woman when it comes to going out and having a good time. Two glasses of wine and I'm sleeping on my boyfriend's shoulder at the bar. You can laugh like that's a joke, but it happened.

To fuel myself through the annoying security line at LaGuardia Airport (yes, people, you have to take off your shoes, coats, and scarves...this was implemented over ten years ago...get with the program), I made myself pb&j pancakes.

Covered with blueberry fruit spread with pb sandwiched in there.

I cut Tina's recipe in half and ate them all. Judge me.

Luckily, the boy and his friends and family like food as much as I do, so we ate our way through NOLA. Evidence below.

Italian sodas: peach (left) and cherry limeade (right)

Coffee and beignets from the famous Cafe Du Monde!

Beignets bathing in powdered sugar. Yum.

My favorite treat of the weekend: Chocolate Pecan Pie. Swoon.

 

Side note: the place where we got the pecan pie had this mysterious yellow liquid in a syrup container. We tried to guess what it was, but we were way off.

Melted butter. 

I don't know if I should clap or vomit.

I am not woman enough for a hand grenade.

But he is.

My favorite street in New Orleans.

 

My rehearsal dinner getup.

 Our wedding garb.

As always, have fun being bad. See ya next time.

-t