In my recent New York City adventure, I had the great good luck to cross the East River to Brooklyn, go straight to my girl Kelly's house, and have this guy make me breakfast.
It was a breakfast fit for kings. And queens. And, you know, all the lowly jacks and their friends.
Kelly. Who shared her bottle of Veuve Cliquot with me.
Danny's plantanos were phenomenal, especially accompanied by all of Kelly and Danny's hot sauces. I tried them all, had lots of favorites, and had a moment when my brain said to me, "You have got to upgrade your hot sauce assemblage."
But then I went home, and Mistah and I celebrated my triumphant return with take-out steak burritos on Sunday night. We gathered all our hot sauces . . .
. . . and I realized our hot sauce bar isn't so shabby after all.
In fact, it's seriously awesome.
Especially when we remembered the secret, special homemade hot sauces that live in the fridge.
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - The Tsar of Love and Techno, Anthony Marra
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz