Seeing that black lodges is turning into a fucking cooking show for frustrated streetwear kids I wanted to add my 2 cents.  Mrs. V is on vacation with her friends and rather than going out and going nuts, I am working my nuts off for a bunch of shit I have to get ready by Thursday, as I am off to Paris again. Anyway, cooking. This is it.

I marinated some chicken breast fillet in sun dried tomatos, garlic and basil / olive oil for a day.

roasted the shit out of some pignolia nuts and the chicken.

et voila, finished it off with some al dente pasta and fresh parmesan and wine.

but you know what? cooking for yourself is so totally over rated, it’s like the xxxth time you’ve been to vegas and go again. it’s like getting kicked in the nuts by a 7ft skinhead, because you asked for it. seriously. I haven’t cooked since sunday, just been eating fresh fruit, smoking insane amounts of cigarettes, drinking way too much coffee and fuck it, I will finish this bottle of wine also now. and smoke more cigarettes. man, all this new age bullshit about cooking is a load of ass. don’t get me wrong, if Mrs. V is here or I have guests, I am all about, but for myself…please. it’s bullshit, I think I only cooked to go through the motions. I didn’t enjoy it nor the food one bit. Anyway. I listened to a lot of great music though, and yes, I will now go and smoke more, and drink that wine. officially the last food post for me.

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