Thought I'd share some weekend snaps and ensemble photos. Take a look at the photo below, just where my shirt is tucked in. Das right, it's gaping open, and you can see my stomach. Every single photo was like that. NERD.
Lucky you - you get to see the fruits of my tummy tuck. You're welcome. And even after I ate my face off this weekend. Asked The Hubs what he wanted for dinner on Saturday night, and he requested rack of lamb. I made my go-to recipe when I want to impress: herb crusted rack of lamb. Okay, okay, I know the recipe is actually herb-crusted pork loin, which I have made before, but I love love love it on lamb.
I have also been known, when I'm being lazy, to just do the rub on the meat and skip the herb crust, which is good too. The mix of cinnamon and cumin is DIVOONE, and smells hebbinly, especially in the fall and winter. What is YOUR go-to meal to impress?
I don't mean to toot my own horn, but TOOT TOOT - my roasted potatoes are pretty damn good too. Dice them up, toss them with some EVOO, kosher salt, cracked pepper, paprika, and chicken spice rub, then roast in the oven on about 425 for 30 minutes, tossing after 15. Or you can do them at a lower temp for 40 - 45 minutes. For dessert? Tippins' French Silk pie. I don't know if Tippins is just a midwest thing, or if you can get it elsewhere, but if you cannot, I feel sorry for you, cuz it. ROCKS.
What is UP with the shirt gape??? Man, I may have to rethink wearing that shirt again.
Best part of Sunday morning? The first cup of coffee, just after putting in a lil fat free half and half (I had a dream there were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee....) and the Sunday paper.
Seriously? It's like this shirt and my bosoms are conspiring against me. That's just ridiculous.
At least I have cute jewelry, and at least ONE photo where my bewbs and/or belly aren't trying to escape. And again I say, YOU'RE WELCOME.
Shirt: Vintage, thrifted
Pants: T.J. Maxx
Shoes: Vince Camuto