Since it was New Year’s Eve, we decided to go to … our living room. My husband does basically all of the cooking, and I just reap the benefits. He says, “It’s the easiest thing in the world to do.” He is absolutely lying. Is this a weird flex? I couldn’t tell you what goes into it, but it involves cultures he bought on the internet years ago and transferring them to new containers and some sort of cooking process where a tiny pot is in a bigger pot. Starbucks is charging you $5 a cup when all you have to do is put coffee in water the night before.įor lunch, I had my husband’s homemade yogurt.
My husband discovered how to make cold brew, and I have it even in the winter when he moves on to hot stuff. It felt like a grown-up thing to do, so I just did. I’ve only been drinking coffee daily since I turned 40. I would have slept longer, but our cat was all, “Meow, meow, meow, meow.” Consequently, I just had a banana and iced coffee for breakfast. Since I knew I would be staying up late (remember before the pandemic, when midnight wasn’t late? Me neither), I slept in until 10 a.m. So we fried up some potatoes in there and had ’em on the side. “But your present was an experience!” I’m still not sure what it was, but she did a hard pivot and put an air fryer in the mail. When I told my sister that I couldn’t make it home for Christmas without the very real threat of killing my father, her first words were a killer. I try not to assign judgement to myself around this. I’m like, I’ll eat a pig’s ass and a chicken’s arm. There are people that are like, I don’t eat anything with a face. My husband is a strict ovo-lacto vegetarian, but I get tempted by bacon and chicken wings. Actually, the store was out of Impossible Meat™ so we went with a very generic, “Vegan Burgers From Pea Protein” substitute. But I challenge you to find a creamier pasta dish with less than 270 calories.įor dinner, we had Impossible burgers.
It’s kind of like “dessert hummus” which is to say that it sounds bad, but it is technically edible.įor lunch, I had a “reduced guilt” mac ’n’ cheese from Trader Joe’s. An unconventional thing I do (and if I’m being honest, I’m pretty sure my husband is not a fan) is I fry up the egg batter, which has some milk and cinnamon in it. I like to show off for him, so I also put powdered sugar over blueberries for the presentation of it all. Something about its staleness soaks up the egg more and makes it really yummy. I made him my one and only breakfast treat, which is French toast prepared with day-old challah. I never had breakfast before I moved in with my now husband, Neil, but he’s wild for it, so now I imbibe. I’m not much of a foodie to begin with, because my mom was more of a take-out queen, and she passed that along to me. It’s a holiday week, but my plans to travel home for a post-pandemic Christmas–slash–my dad’s 82nd birthday were postponed by a very-much-present pandemic, so what I’m trying to say is that I ate a lot of feelings this week. “The thing that warms my heart is just, like, cheese wrapped in a tortilla and doused with sour cream.”
“I like Mexican food, but I really only like Tex-Mexican food, so it’s like the mayonnaise version of Mexican food, just so much cheese and sour cream and grease,” he says. Comedy brought Hiller to New York, but his childhood in San Antonio instilled in him a deep appreciation for enchiladas. Both Hiller and Everett belong to the downtown-comedy scene. Set in Manhattan, Kansas, the show stars Bridgett Everett as Sam, who after returning to her hometown befriends Joel, her former high-school classmate. Jeff Hiller likes his pizza with mushrooms and his yellow cake to have pink frosting.Īfter appearing all over television for the past last 20 years (30 Rock, Broad City, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend), the comedian and actor Jeff Hiller is about to tackle his largest role yet, as Joel in HBO’s Somebody Somewhere, one of Vulture’s most-anticipated new shows.