Rashan is trying to set me up for the okie doke? You know why? Because he's a jerk. So there's this crazy site called FoodGawker which I just found out about full of gorgeous pics! and recipes and promptly labeled food p.orn. Rashan was like you know that doesn't mean that really... that means something else... I was like, WHAT?! Was I just unintentionally nasty??? OMG! And then he starts laughing. Jerk (soft j). Then he's like, "No, really. Google it." And I almost did it... such a Stace move. Rookie. Almost like I haven't been dating this man for more than 15 months.
Can we just reiterate my love for food? It's ridiculous. I wish I had someone to do the dishes for me. I would cook more. I also would love to have a personal chef. Can I have a personal chef, please? I would definitely eat out less if I had someone who would cook whatever my heart's desire. Lest we forget my ultimate quest, let me remind you. You are all still to be on the lookout for my HH. That's right, my Hispanic Husband. I'm going to need a man who is a Mexican chef. That man can cook me to a size 8 and I will love him for it for the rest of my life!! All of you have been seriously slacking on your pimpin and this makes me sad. How can I call you the blog la familia if you won't even find me my HH? I probably can't. But I can forgive you if you try again. Operation HH back in full effect... but don't tell Rashan, ok? He's kind of sensitive about me dating him and hunting for the HH. Selfish, ain't he? GET OVER YOURSELF!!
This weekend Rashan & I are meeting Adei & Drew and HU homie Bran & her fam in Daytona for the Hampton-Bethune Cookman game. You know what's important? WHAT WE'RE GONNA EAT! Our hotel has like 4 restaurants. Wow... They're probably mostly overpriced but they have bars... so it's a good start. Mmmmm.... foood. I'm on a plan to taste something new and amazing before the week is out. Life's good.