A Woman's Right.

I am a single woman. I have a job that I work hard at for the money I earn. I have no kids. I have no mortgage. My biggest expense in my 27 year existence is my 2010 Jeep Wrangler, which I totally dig and finally got it dirty this past weekend. I find myself fairly responsible with my money. I say fairly because I am known, from time, to time to shop, however the past 2 months I have been very conservative with my spending because of a big trip coming up. I'm going to Iceland and instead of investing in concert tickets or Frye Boots this season, I'd rather spend my money on a Super Jeep excursion out to the middle of the magnificent tundra to see The Northern Lights just outside Reykjavík, which is happening. Boom.

However, I cannot help that I despise cooking. I hate cooking dinner for one...or two for that matter. I tried to like it. I tried to make it fun by inviting friends over, finding easy to make recipes and pretending I was a chef with Giada's figure but Paula Dean's taste buds. Nothing helped. I will not continue to do something that I don't like. So I go out to eat for dinner, a lot, and it just so happens my favorite restaurant in town is Max London's. They may not be the most affordable but, in my opinion, they are the best tasting AND healthy.


I'll miss you.


 I can't help that I love it so much, the atmosphere and the people. I also can't help that after a particularly hard Bikram class that their freshly baked bread is the best thing I've ever tasted or that their olive oil tastes like the olives were pressed from the best olives in all the land. Is it a crime? Is it!?

I know, I should be saving that money, or better yet putting it towards THE GRACE FUND. I know, it's not about hating to cook, it's about doing what's right. But when I'm hungry after class I immediately think of Max's Apple Salad, which last night I even got without cheese. Once I start thinking of their mussels in that white wine/fennel/garlic sauce I immediately turn into Veruca Salt via the 1971 movie, "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."  I want it now!!!

Excuses. I know. I will try. With every morsel of "concentration and determination" I have to limit my intake at Max's. This is my goodbye Max London's, the official break up. I love you and I will miss you, but it will be better in the end.

.....but because I'm a woman and have a really bad time with goodbye's I will still come in once per week. Come onnnnn!!!