This is what happens when you move:

I come over and make Fillet Mignon. Basically everyone should be moving all the time. You know what else should happen all the time? I should come back from vacation, because i have been so unbelieveably productive you wouldn't even believe it, you wouldn't even believe it. But enough about me, let's talk about Em. And by Em i mean LMast, who fucking tore me a new one today for my Boston Marathon post being so shitty. And she was like, "And you didn't even include that picture of my diploma i took to prove to the world that i'm a real DocTA! So here with vale lace and all:



You better bring me some pastries next time bitch. (Sorry i called you that like three times today, I got excited).

So Em, sorry L stole the attention for a little while, what's new? Here's a pic of the new pad:


Super sweet!!! And her fiance Fuck'n A poured us some wine:


What a guy! Sorry the only pic of you was blurry. Next time... (Man i keep trying to write this and my mom keeps shouting random things to me from the kitchen like, "I got cold cuts" and "What's this beer shit on the back porch." I mean I'm trying to write a blog here woman.).


Anyway i seasoned the meat with olive oil, salta y peppery, then sauteed it on high heat for about one minuet each side. Then put it in a 400 degree oven for ten min (well that's what the directions said, but really Em had this super awesome meat thermometer that we used instead).
Em mashed the red potatoes that i didn't cook long enough, but were seasoned well. You win some you loose some.

And we made a zucchini saute with olive oil, garlic, salata, peppery, red pepper flakes, and some onion powder. No pics of that though because all of them include my granny panties hanging out (really i think you've seen enough of that in person). My mom made this cheese spread with parm, ricotta, and cream cheese (the people's cheese) so we put some of that on top and melted it. Delicioso. If i thought more in advance we would have made a red wine sauce, which Em says she was thinking of doing too (though offered no proof), and we just didn't. Next time, next time. Anyway TaDa!


So delicious. I mean really decadent. Stupendous. Absoulutely marvelous.
This was supposed to be a kABlog, but we got really into watching the food network, and it just didn't happen. Sorry to deprive you of Em, but if you have any complaints you can send them to Iron Chef of America. They'll probably listen to you, I'm sure of it.