Let me tell you what not to do.
Don’t let yourself erase any photographs you ever use on your blog. Ever.
Because then probably, by some yet-to-be discovered law of the internet, the one set of photos you can’t find from April 2012 will attract the attention of a buyer – a real flesh-and-blood breathing person who wants to pay you cold hard cash for the rights to use them in an online promotion this October.
And then you’ll start to daydream about all the things you could pay for with cold hard photograph cash. Then boom! You’ll shed a tear or two because somehow. SOMEHOW those are the only missing photos from the last 800 or so days of your life.
It just doesn’t seem fair.
And I’m sure there is a lesson in here somewhere, I’m just trying to figure out which one it is. Because so far, I’ve thought of about 16.
The other thing you shouldn’t do? Binge on pizza and chocolate chip cookies this weekend after you’ve been religiously working out for like, a whole 5 days.
6 Week 6 Pack, yo.
Here I come.
The thing Jeezy MicCheezy doesn’t tell you though, is that your six-pack will be buried under that floppy layer of skin left behind from that time you grew a human in your belly. Times four. *sigh*.
My belly tells my story. Of love and wholeness and 4 fantastic little shorties I’d never trade for rock hard abs. That would only be a 4 pack anyway. Which would be totally weird and incomplete.
Something else one must never do – experiment with super short razor lengths when cutting one’s husband’s hair.
You might get a good chuckle out of it.
He will not.
The fourth thing you must not ever do – we’re going with a double negative here: You must never not make this dressing.
If you are a balsamic vinegar lover, consider making it, like – this exact moment.
Unlike most vinaigrettes, it’s thick and dipable (Ranch replacement anyone??).
It’s lighter, healthier, and cram packed with lightning bolts of flavor.
Pistachios are the magic ingredient.
They are the thickener that is not mayonnaise and the super subtle smoky salty flavor that is not bacon.
Why not just go with bacon?
Well, that is an excellent question, since bacon is probably the best food ever known to man.
(On an off-note here, we had breakfast this spring with a man who said he never eats bacon. Ever. It’s like death fried as a stick – that as a child his mother always preached the horrors of bacon. He just cannot fathom putting it in his body. . . . This, he told us as we brunched with bacon infused Bloody Marys in our hands – garnished with gigantic, thick slices of crispy bacon. . . .*Ahem*.)
The most truthful answer is fourfold: 1. Let’s go meatless, and 2. Let’s not dirty more dishes frying bacon, 3. Let’s be healthy, 4. Let’s be speedy.
Done, done, done, and done.
Actually, I guess it’s fivefold: 5. Let’s make it so delicious you want to lick your plate clean.