Monday, March 2, 2015

To-may-to, To-mah-to

So, i have a confession. I do not like tomatoes. At All. Im not entirely sure why. I think part of it is because my mom doesn't like tomatoes. It may be a mental thing. My mom is also allergic to i don't eat shellfish, 

In addition to not liking anything tomato related (except like jollof/red sauce. That shit is LIFE!), I am often guilty of secretly leaving the tomato-based ingredients out of recipes i cook/order for other people. 

A week or two ago, whilst hanging out with my peeps (does anyone still say "peeps"?), I was put in charge of ordering the pizza. I ordered 2 pizzas: 1 with bacon and pepperoni (kinda redundant, I know) and 1 with just cheese. I secretly requested that the pizza have "less sauce" because...well, why not? I mean, I DID pay for it afterall. Why shouldn't I have it the way i will most enjoy it?

Once we began chowing down on the pizza, I notice that the plain cheese pizza has like NO SAUCE on it at all. I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. No one said anything neither did I.

Until yesterday. I let it slip what I had secretly been requesting during my pizza orders and was met with angry faces and a chorus of "i knew that pizza tasted funny/dry".

Now i'm no longer allowed to order the pizza.


Thursday, February 19, 2015

Baby Fever

This baby fever phenomenon...I don't just understand it. A lot of the people I know have children already. So, for me, that's reason enough not to fall into the baby fever trap lol. But then its like, for them, baby fever is activated when they see a newborn/infant. Bruh. The only time that baby fever bull hits me is when I see a well behaved, adorable looking toddler. Not a 5 month old or a 5 year old. My ideal child is a potty trained 2 1/2 year old with some common sense beyond their young age. Despite my rapid aging, there is still nothing (well, not much at least) appealing to me about changing diapers, and spit up, and lugging around cumbersome strollers and diaper bags. I don't even feel comfortable watching someone else hold a small baby, let alone doing it myself. But every now and then when I see a cutesy-wootsey little kid, the vapors take over and I think, aww I want one. The thought usually only lasts a few seconds before the rational part of my brain says, Jen, abeg- get your life!

I shoulda been a dude.

I hope whomever I marry is cool with adoption.

Sidenote: So are we all up to speed on those leaked untouched photos of Beyoncé? (wow, my computer auto-corrected my spelling of Beyoncé and put the little accent over the second e. That is crazy). As a rational and sane person, of course I already assumed that photo-ready Bey and real life Bey didn't look 100% alike but I guess this was a wake up call to some of the more gullible viewing public out there. Personally, the only thing I got from the photos is that, as I've always believed, she probably is a touch older than what she says she is. Bey claims she was born in '81. My older sister was born in '82. I remember when Destiny's Child first came out and believe me, she did not look like she was the same age as my sister! Not by a long shot. (Please shield me from any members of the BeyHive for saying so. I mean no offense! lol)