Pomegranate Champagne Sparkler
I may or may not have spent the last half hour practicing my eyeliner in McAlister's Deli (mirrored walls, for the win!) while working on a blog post. Sometimes I stumble into an acceptable application of eyeliner like a drunken monkey might stumble into lake, but usually my work is mediocre. Sometimes my eyeliner looks like the drunken monkey applied it, actually. Right now is one of those times. I'm not sure if it's passable from afar or if I should be embarrassed to head to dinner with my friend in a few minutes.
Blood Orange Champagne Sparkler
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Have you seen those memes where someone jokes about having OCD because they organize their grocery list or evenly space their ornaments out on a Christmas tree? And have you seen the ensuing discussions about using the term OCD as a joke in this way? If you haven't, it usually goes something like this:
Person 1: I'm so OCD! I have to color code my grocery list. LOL.
Person 2: Hey, that's actually not OCD; OCD is a disorder that I have. Using the term as a joke makes people confused about what it really is, and less likely to take it seriously, and that bothers me.
Person 1: Ugh, everyone is so offended by everything these days! Lighten up! It was a joke. Relax!
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Gingerbread Cheesecake Bars with Orange Whipped Cream
I’ve been thinking, and I think I need to apologize to you. I know that I haven’t always taken you seriously. I thought you were a stale, dry cookie recipe that any old store-bought graham cracker could beat in a taste test. You were good for sheetrocking gingerbread houses and that was about it.