Halloween isn’t really my thing;
and not to sound like a bitter fun-shun but I eschew mainstream Halloween candy, I want nothing to do with pumpkins (unless it’s their seeds roasted on my dainty artisan salad), and I am already battling enough “scary” situations on the daily in the form of my parking garage phobia.
Alright I exaggerate un peu
I am probably just too nostalgically in denial to face the fact that I am no longer in college and thus no longer surrounded by dorm-mates to draw my Amy Winehouse tattoos or…help me glue on my Kim Kardashian faux-lashes
I would post pictures, but there’s a 90% chance I do not know you (and it would probably be in my personal favour to not post pictures of a teenage me prancing around the dorms in bee-hive hairdos or leopard bandage dresses
And though I did not don an atypical outfit this year, I will say that I had some good costume ideas if I WERE to have partaken in dressing up:
1. Karl Lagerfeld
2. Lisbeth Salander
3. Donatella Versace
Naz, however who IS still in college is also not a fan of Halloween, which makes it all the easier to go about our daily lives:
At around 6:15 PM last night, my feeling-hungover-yet-not-actually-hungover (due to not partaking in an afternoon espresso) self had a sudden, drastic plunge in blood sugar with no meat in the house except for a frozen slab of unthawed Filet Mignon- hence I sent over a BBM to Naz inquiring if we can go have some meat for dinner
We headed downtown to Clyde Common, at the Ace Hotel- a very hip, very Portland establishment similar in ambiance to some of my other favourites around town- Laurelhurst Market and Kask
And we were both absolutely beyond the barren valleys of famished; my blood sugar was so low that I had to shun the wear-age of my patent pumps in the boot (of my car) so I wouldn’t trip and eat cement during the one block jaunt across the street from my parking place…and Naz, well I guess she just has better walking coordination…or Burberry makes sturdier pumps than Dolce & Gabbana.
Our waiter also brought over some pillows of foccacia soaking in a bed of olive oil, sea salt, and black pepper; I swear if you’re blood sugar is ever teetering on the cusp of turning to salt, you need to scrounge the nearest trendy eatery for some chunky fluffy carbs ASAP!
It was phenomenal! The potatoes and the garlic literally melt in your mouth (I actually was confused over which bits I ate were garlic and which were potatoes), the onions were stewed into the jus and encasing a surprise of beef tongue bits in their centres.
We both cleaned our plates
And, the waiter was thoroughly impressed so naturally he brought over the dessert menu:
Remember how I said earlier in this post that I DO NOT like pumpkin; well neither does Naz, so as soon as we received the menu I looked at her and said, “Well I know which dish we are NOT having alluding to the pumpkin whoopie pie with pumpkin beer ice cream.”
However, upon further evaluation we both thought that the additions of cream cheese frosting and caramel sauce sounded ridiculously tantalising had the flavourings of the pie and ice cream NOT been of the dreaded P-word. So good, that I was willing to shun the idea of clove ice cream or a bleu-cheese almond streusel
So we took the plunge:
It was a tad too rich however; in which case we finished the pumpkin whoopie thing and around half of that Elijah cake; plus at that point we were both rather…stuffed? Who cares, I’m so happy to have friends who are insistent upon the inclusion of dessert
Did you do Halloween? What did you dress up as?
What is your solution to too-low blood sugar?