You know what’s awful? Bad moods. Seriously, they’re horrible. They’re the opposite of thebombdotcom. And the worst part is that there’s really no reason behind my bad mood, which makes me even grumpier. And what’s worse than the worst part is that I’m really not in a writey mood tonight, but I have lots to say. I’ve rewritten this post like 5 times and I’m still not happy with how it’s turning out. So now I’m going to pretend that I’m totally happy, and I’m just going to start incoherently rambling, ok? Ok. Lovely.
I got my hair cut. And it’s the most amazing haircut I’ve ever gotten in my life. IN. MY. LIFE. It’s really, really short (at my jaw…ok that’s short for me.) and it’s longer on one side and I have bangs and *sigh* it’s just generally awesome.
I made a pie. I’m seriously worrying about how the gluten-free crust is going to turn out since I didn’t add the 2 tablespoons of sweet rice flour (shhhh don’t tell anyone) that the recipe told me to add. Actually, it said “make sure to use the sweet rice flour in the crust or else the world will explode and no one will figure out if the hokey pokey is what it’s all about and we won’t find out what happens between Shawn and Juliet on Psych and no one will be in Whoville to cut the roast beast because they’re all dead from the world exploding and it’ll be all your fault.” Ok, I kind of exaggerated some of that, but it really did insist on the sweet rice flour. What is sweet rice flour anyway…? Unfortunately, we’re not going to know how it tastes until we eat it Thursday at my grandma’s. Oh, by the way, I’m going out of town from tomorrow until Saturday. I shall have stories and pictures when I return. Or not. We’ll see.
I went to a restaurant. Yes yes, I left the house. Who’s proud of Picco the Antisocial leaving the house? You are? Please allow me to dub you my new best friend. Anyway, I went to P.W. Pizza conveniently located in St. Louis, Missouri. Ok, it’s only conveniently located if you live in St. Louis. P.W. Pizza is a wonderful place that serves gluten-free pizza. Perfect for those who have Celiac or who have an irrational fear of wheat. For those of you who do have an irrational fear of wheat, please keep that fact to yourself. It’s weird. Would you care to see what I ate at the lovely restaurant? That’s kind of a rhetorical question, because I’m going to show you anyway.
First we have my BLT salad. You heard me right. Bacon, lettuce and tomatoes in a salad topped with bleu cheese crumbles and ranch dressing. Umm hello, yum? I’m going to be recreating this sometime soon. Mainly because it contains bacon. I love bacon.
We also got a gluten-free pizza. You can’t tell it’s gluten-free at all, no lie. My sister with Celiac ordered this and got her personal favorite toppings: sausage and caramelized onions. Again, yum? If the thought of non-wheaty food scares you, no worries, they have plenty of gluten-full stuff on the menu too. If you’re looking for a nicer place to go to dinner, the restaurant upstairs is amazing. It’s called Vin De Set and it’s owned by the same people who own P.W. Pizza, and they also have a gluten-free menu. And they have a rooftop dining area that is beyond fantastic. And when I went there for my birthday, the waiter we had was cute. JUST SAYING…
Now you’re craving bacon and/or pizza, right? I know I am. But I need to skedaddle, because I’m not done packing.
And…umm, am I the only one really depressed about the thought of depriving dead Whos of their roast beast?