Maybe I’m overthinking. Or maybe I just need someone to pat my head and say, “It’s okay, Adrielle”

SunsetIf my brain were a file cabinet, this story would be archived under Times Adrielle’s Big Fat Mouth Betrayed Her.

Let’s just say that I have a tendency to talk before I think. Anyone who spends a significant amount of time with me knows the randomosities that escape my mouth. For the most part, they’re quite harmless, and no consequences are involved.

This is not one of those times. Or maybe it is. You can be the judge.

Last weekend, my crush (am I too old to use that word?) invited me to join him at Hermosa Beach to watch an outdoor beach concert along his friends. I really like this guy. I mean, REALLY like. So much so that I’m starting to think he’s a figment of my imagination. He loves food and travel and epic adventures and Anthony Bourdain! I’ve only known him for a few months, but he has one of the biggest hearts of anyone I know. He’s genuine, deeply cares about the environment and is compassionate towards others. Plus, he has dreams and ambitions and everything else that pretty much sums up an ideal man in my eyes. Did I mention how intelligent he is? Last Sunday, we were watching the sunset together, and I was thinking out loud, “I wonder how sunsets get their different colors.” And I swear to god, the kid had a legitimate answer, talking about molecules in the air and different light wavelengths… Yes, he’s my human Almanac.

Come on, how can someone like him be R E A L?!

So this past Sunday, we were hanging out, and I made a corny/cheesy comment, which I can’t recall at this point. Much to my surprise, he jumped on board and rode along my corniness surfboard! I don’t know what form of spirit possessed me afterwards. Maybe it was the romantic setting, maybe it was all the butterflies I’ve been feeling nonstop, but all of a sudden, I turned to him, grabbed his chin, positioned my face two inches away from his and blurted out, “I love you for that!”

I. love. you. for that.

My eyes widened, my jaw dropped, and blood immediately drained out of my face as soon as my ears heard the words my mouth rebelliously uttered without my brain’s permission.

WHY OH WHY?! Why did I have to choose those words?! Why not, “I like you for that!” Or “You’re cool for saying that!” Why do I have to say the “I love you” part?

I don’t love him, so why did I blurt it out? Perhaps I’m overthinking this. I said it very casually, so I’m just crossing all my fingers and toes it doesn’t scare him off.

It’s probably going to take a few more days for me to ride out the trauma and show my face to him again.

If I ever do recover.

Love,
Anicka “Fat Mouth” Nadine

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Green Eggs & Ham at Huckleberry Cafe

Huckleberry Cafe & Bakery Last weekend, my best friend, Justine, introduced me to Huckleberry for the first time. It was Saturday morning, so not much to my surprise, the place was packed with locals, filling the atmosphere with just the right amount of relaxed chaos that only brunch can bring. Despite the crowd, I was thoroughly impressed with the fast service. Soon after placing our order at the counter, a friendly staff member assisted us in finding cute window-side seats, eliminating the hassle of awkwardly hovering over tables.

Known for their “green eggs & ham,” there was no question that it would be our choice of main dish. The plate consisted of La Quercia prosciutto, basil pesto covered sunny side-up eggs and arugula layered neatly on top of homemade English muffin. The meal itself was delicious for the most part. The prosciutto complemented the eggs; the basil pesto wasn’t overpowering, and the arugula was crisp and vibrant. However, the English muffin was a little on the chewy side, requiring a tad bit more effort on my behalf to cut and chomp. Their raspberry trifle was the perfect pick for dessert. Served in a petite mason jar, the fresh raspberries, sponge cake, and cool custard were ideally proportioned so that each spoonful was a layer of flavors from all three. My experience overall was pleasant, and I definitely see myself coming back!

Love,
Anicka Nadine


Huckleberry Cafe & Bakery
1014 Wilshire Blvd.
Santa Monica, CA 90401
T (310) 451-2311
http://www.huckleberrycafe.com/