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Apron Anxiety
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Me, I’m Alyssa Shelasky. You might remember my dating blog - where I mused over cads I cared less about and flaunted pretend words like “irregardless.” Then I broke-up with the blogosphere and retreated to People Magazine, where I wrote about John Mayer’s sex life rather than my own. A wise choice. Now I live in DC with my beau, a chef. Before him, all I knew about the epicurious universe was not to date Rocco and that white wine goes in the fridge. 2 years later, I’m hardly a gourmet or gourmand; I don’t even know the difference. But I’ve got baking in the bag and dinner parties mean only “mini” panic attacks. Having a “RelationChef” is NOT easy, but it keeps me on my toes. Usually reaching for Olive Oil. Just trying to rock the apron and make some grub gracefully. Before my guy goes after Giada.
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