Back in June I was at the wedding of two of my dear friends Erin & Anthony. At my assigned table it was me, Mr. Kinsey, Dan & Jon, some people I didn’t know, and my friend Evan and his date.
Mr. Kinsey and I, of course, were like the cool kid assholes from high school who basically sat in the corner silently judging everyone and had complete disregard for all rules and boundaries.
Anyway, the wedding ceremony is all said and done and we are getting all settled at the table, this is the conversation I have with the girl accompanying Evan:
Me: Hi, you must be Evan’s girlfriend who I’ve heard so much about!
Her: No, I’m not.
Me: Oh. Sorry.
Her: We got engaged 3 weeks ago!!!
Me: Oh! Wow! Congratulations! You know, for the longest time Evan and I were the only single people in this circle of friends.
Evan: Don’t worry, Emily. Someone will get divorced eventually.
Ah. Eventual Divorce is what will save me from being the lone singleton in a sea of smug marrieds! I will have a bitter, sad, divorced friend to commiserate with. Great. Thanks, Evan.
However, statistically, Evan is right. 42% of marriages end in divorce and I have a 5% chance of ever marrying. So, yeah. Truth.
But that’s not the point–although that is a very sobering point–the point is, who the fuck says that at someone’s wedding?
For real. Like, totally.
OK, let’s get to this dish.
I’m sharing a chilled soup I made back over the summer when it was still hot. But it’s still hot now because Mother Nature decided to come back with a bit of Hot-Tober and it’s in the 80s this week. Gross. So, this dish is once again apropos.
This recipe is from the 1977 edition of The Playboy Gourmet by Tomas Mario. He is also the man responsible for the most excellent Playboy Host & Bar Book.
To be filed under “bizarre coincidences:” This is Cold Bisque of Shrimp Soup and today, October 19 is National Seafood Bisque Day. WEIRD.
Well, this was pretty upfront and easy. Cook shrimp and veg in broth and then blend the shit out of it. And then mix in cream and sherry.
Here is the end result, which was surprisingly tasty considering that it is a cold shrimp soup.
So I guess I’ll just kinda shove this into the end of this post, so I will have said it without making a big deal about it–but Mr. Kinsey and I are no more. Fini. Dunzo. Kaput.
Which was inevitable–like death, taxes, and Ben Roethlisberger getting injured before the halfway point of the season. So it wasn’t a surprise. At all.
But still, cue the self-indulgence and self-loathing!
God, that song is so hilarious and so on point. “Wants the world to burn” is all me. All day.
Anyway, I am 100% on board with the break-up. It is the absolute best thing for all parties involved. But that doesn’t mean that I haven’t been like Ramona here now and again.
I really liked Mr. Kinsey, like, a lot–and it’s been well-documented how rarely I like someone. Break-ups suck. Big time. And me being with someone for six months? That might as well be six years. And, ugh, I wrote that stupid post back in June and made such a big deal about everything…
But overall, I am totally like Countess LuAnn and the shrimp bisque:
Or at least 75% of the time.
As always, the Real Housewives gifs are from one of my favorite websites, RealityTvGifs! And here’s one more Crazy Ex-Girlfriend song for the road. The show is back on TV this Friday. Yay!