On Friday night, I went to dinner at Brookville Restaurant here in Charlottesville not really expecting to have anything beside a simple dinner that wouldn’t even be worth mentioning to anyone. However, it would be a shame to not talk about what I ate for dessert. Yes, my roasted flank steak was delicious and cooked perfectly and my glass of 2009 Xavier was so smooth and perfectly spiced; the cornbread was…well I’ve had better (it fell apart the second I touched it).
However, the reason I’m going back is because of one thing: Bacon, Chocolate Chip and Heath Bar Cookies with a shot of milk! Yes, bacon INSIDE the cookie! It was a moment of euphoria made even more wonderful because I didn’t have to share with anyone! And it wasn’t just some bacon bites that were sprinkled into the dough. Oh no, there were delicious pieces of bacon inside each of the five cookies on the platter; I could feel my teeth sinking into crispy bacon that was partially covered in chocolate and while already a huge fan of the salty-sweet dessert combination, but this taking that to a whole new level! These five, very tan (yes, I’m using the word tan to describe a cookie) circles of joy melted in my mouth; they were so warm that the bottom of each cookie had that buttery feeling they have that leaves a little stain on the piece of parchment paper on which they’re baked. Yes, I know I’ve devoted 250 words to a cookie, but this was unlike anything I’ve ever had before in my life!
Trying to move on, I finally got my Birthday present from Mother and Scrooge (four months late, but whose counting?) and here’s what I know: it has a lot of buttons that make absolutely no sense to me! And Justin’s response to this is that I should have gotten a simpler camera, but it’s just so much more aesthetically pleasing to look at in contrast to some of the other cameras out on the market today.
Yes, I’m admitting that I bought a camera simply because I thought it looked nice. Look, I like to take a pretty picture, that’s it. I will never even try to act like I’m the next Henri Cartier-Bresson; I simply want to take a decent photo and as much as I love and adore my Konica Minolta, I want better quality photos. That, and I’m sick of Andrew calling me out for having a camera made by a company that no longer makes cameras!
My new Leica X1 arrived when Mother and Scrooge came to visit at the beginning of the month for his birthday. On that Sunday that they were here, we drove about an hour away from Charlottesville to the town of Orange to have brunch at the Inn at Willow Grove. It was beautiful to say the least, but what I had for brunch was so good, I’m actually salivating at the very thought of it! I had what was described as a French Toast Brick! That was the most beautiful, most delicious brick I’ve ever seen or had in my life! It was coated in a layer of sugar and accompanied with mascarpone cheese, blueberries, the most decadent maple syrup I’ve ever had, and bacon. I finished it so quickly that Mother only got half of one bite! Needless to say, I cannot wait to go back there.
As much as I love my new Leica, Grace and I really love the piece of software that accompanied it: Photoshop! Finally, after years of bad hair, bad teeth, poor lighting, you name it, I can finally show photos of certain member of my family that haven’t been seen by anyone else in years! Now, of course, because my life just happens this way, it didn’t come with the “right” version of Photoshop, according to Andrew and Justin, who of course have the $999 version I apparently need to have. Fortunately, there’s a $199 student price that I might end up getting when my 30-day free trial ends. But I already know that the second I buy it, Andrew, like he just did when I told him I signed up for Netflix on Friday, will tell me not to keep it because there’s something wrong with it even though he has been telling me to get it for months.
Speaking of Andrew, I’ve come to the realization that he and I have something in common with Oprah and her best friend (and much more entertaining person), Gayle and that is that while Oprah just did the shows and never watched them, Gayle was just like every member of the audience; she watched the show and tuned in to see it every day even if she was on that day’s show. Well, I am Gayle and Andrew is Oprah. He would rather watch a show months before it airs on a DVD and know what happens before anyone else whereas I am the ultimate viewer; I follow shows on Tweetie Bird, I do my homework during the commercial breaks. There is something about the experience of watching the show on TV with the rest of the country that can’t be replicated on any early copy release on a DVD. This became most obvious a few weeks ago regarding the show I have declared to be the most intriguing show of our time, Downton Abbey.
Andrew doesn’t understand why I haven’t just watched the DVDs of the original ITV show to see what happens instead of having to wait until tonight to see what happens with Lady Mary and Matthew. I, on the other hand, have never been this excited about Sunday nights in my entire life! OH MY GOD! The suspense is killing me! First, he was told he would be incapable of activity of any kind below the waist, then he started feeling “tingly” feelings down there and then he starts walking again! And of course, the second the feet (and other things) start working again, the Dowager Countess immediately starts pushing Lady Mary on Matthew just like any good and proper Jewish Grandmother would! And then Lady Sybil with the chauffeur! In an understatement, I was plotzing when he burst into the salon before dinner (wearing a day suit, no less) and broke the news that they were in love and moving to Dublin, not caring about losing all her money and worldly possessions! Do y’all wanna know why she didn’t care about losing her money? It’s because she has no concept of what things cost! I can’t wait to see how she turns out in Season Three (which started filming just a few weeks ago!). Then, that… thing, Lady Edith. Well, let’s be honest, no one really cares about her anyway. And the plotting to get rid of cousin Isobel is the best part of the show; I’m completely for sending her back to whatever hell hole she came from! I mean really, offering up a house that isn’t even yours to be used as a nursing home! That’s almost as tacky as Mr. Pamuk dying in Lady Mary’s bed after taking her virginity, if not solely for this line:
And of course, one can’t forget Mr. and the new Mrs. Bates! And the newly departed maid’s attempted romance with his Lordship (scandalous!) or O’Brien’s sudden change of heart over her Ladyship. Thomas, however is the one person I think we’d all like to see just go somewhere (like back to playing with the overly hairy chest of Duke Crowborough) and never return! He deserved to get taken for all his money regarding that beyond stupid deal he made with the black market grocer!
As y’all can see, I am OBSESSED with this show on a slightly disturbing and possibly unhealthy level, but it’s simply unlike anything else being offered on television today in our world of Snooki and Teresa Guidice. Andrew thinks I’m insane because I could already know how the season ends and not have to wait just a few more hours to find out. Sadly, Andrew just doesn’t understand.
Well that’s all for now because I’m off to go play in the snow that has been falling for the last few hours and then get ready for the season finale of Downton! Until next time…
-JD
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