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Beauty in the Bass


Remember that wonderful post when I offered you a very valuable piece of information? No, not the yoga posts. No, not the quinoa one. No, no, not the one about FARMiCiA.

The one when I strongly urged you to find a boyfriend (or partner of your liking) that cooks, and cooks well. At this time, I’d like to further defend that little piece of priceless advice.

While your boyfriend (or, again, partner of your choosing) cooks a creative, colorful, delicious meal and takes photos of each step, go sit in the living room and relax. By relax I mean read endless amounts of scholarly work around diversity and oppression for hours on end. Then take a break to devour a meal made entirely of fresh produce and Chilean sea bass. Oh, happiness ensues.

Take a break from work for homemade pomme frites tossed with rosemary and seal salt as an appetizer.

If you’re the chef for the night:

Freshly press an orange and then saute a diced yellow pepper in its juice.

Peel and slice potatoes and cook them in a little olive oil prior to placing them in the bottom layer a foil package. Layer another piece of foil over potatoes.

Slice a white onion, place on top layer of foil and add lemon slices.

Place Chilean sea bass atop onions and lemons and top with marinated yellow peppers. Close foil package and bake in the oven @ 400 degrees or so, for about 20 minutes. Feel free to broil the last few minutes.

Once baked, remove from oven and open with bare hands if you feel the need to prove your masculinity.

Boil fresh green beans somewhere in the mix of creating the package of Chilean goodness.

This was the type of meal that one would dress up for. It was almost as though dinner had been served at a fabulous restaurant. I should have looked like this:

At the very least, I should have presented myself with groomed hair and a little makeup. Instead I looked like this:

Which brings me to my next invaluable piece of advice.

You’re beautiful just the way you are. Even if you look like me in that photo.

And even if your sister actually says the word “ew” when looking at the above photo of you. Forget what your sister thinks… this isn’t about her.

Thank your boyfriend for a beautiful meal and for being a beautiful person.

Thank you Miguel!

Now what are you making me next? 😉

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