So this is why there's an endless amount of quotes and memes and cursive writings on Pinterest for girls to pour over.
I have to beg the question: how do you separate hesitance from hurt that past ones have imposed on you? The new one looks as in pristine condition as many of the old ones. This is a classic story of allowing the past to negatively stamp your future. This sweet guy with a thick accent seated me in a hotel bar and seemed kind but was just doing his job. But then he comped my local brews, brought me food that he thought I would enjoy, and proceeded to serve me some painfully obvious out-of-my-budget wine that was also on the bureau. He complimented me but it didn't feel cliche or rehearsed. I smiled. There was definitely an age difference but he had a very thick accent I was quite drawn to. But I just didn't see it as anything. He jotted his number on a napkin which I spilled a stain of wine on and told me to text him sometime. Days later, when other "love interests" dissolved, I reached out. And wouldn't you know, I spoiled the whole thing. He resides in a climate much colder than mine so he asked if he could send pictures. I tensed up and asked what kind of pictures. I know, I know but I cannot count all the immature scrubs that have sent me less than revolting pictures, totally unwarranted. He said, "pictures of me." That didn't lessen my anxiety with his finger hovering the send button. My reaction conveyed my aroused suspicion. As a conversation played out, he genuinely sent pictures of him playing in the snow and smiling bundled from head to toe. But my accusations and my closed tone spoiled the chance of him ever talking to me again. Can't say I blame him. So, I could have had something good but allowed the endless flow of dick pictures from previous boys make me look like a crazy, untrusting, millennial. Which disgusts me utterly. I decided to make a vegetable quiche since there was nothing sweet about my assumptions and casting my insecurities on someone else with pure intentions. Tarts and quiches are also considered bakery items even though they are not the first ones consumers think of when the word "baked goods" is uttered. QuicheThe crust is key here. Firstly, because you assumed that he was a crusty old man. Secondly, because what is a quiche with a mediocre crust? Just a bunch of eggy milk mixture. In a food processor combine half a cup of Crisco, 1 stick of salted butter, and 2 and a half cups of flour. Add the flour gradually while alternating with 5 tablespoons of cold water (ice cold, like your heart).
You're on a roll with this single thing, so roll out your dough and place in a shallow pie pan (at least you're not shallow, right?). Then beat 5 eggs, 1 cup of heavy accusations... I mean cream, and 2 cups of veggies. Veggies are up to your digression because let's face it, you're going to act based on past hurts anyway. What did broccoli ever do to you? You'll never see it in one of your quiches. I used a half a cup of chopped onion, and 1 and a half of Cajun seasoned sliced squash and zucchini. Grate, you pushed another one away; grate a triangle of Parmesan cheese. If you want a more mellow flavor, sprinkle some mild cheddar or mozzarella. I like my crusts golden since I can't capture anyone golden so I bake my crust just shy of 10 minutes on 350 before pouring my eggy mixture inside. Then bake the quiche for 55 minutes. More cheese never hurt anybody... except lactose intolerant people, you are the people I have most sympathy for of the food world.
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