Sometimes, you just have to treat yourself and/or your most loved one. Just because. And, for once, I have absolutely nothing to add to that, apart from the following: Once everyone involved is inside the house, lock the door, pour yourself a glass of whatever you’ve picked to accompany the steaks – a Brunello was our pick for this particular dinner for two – and start with…
Dear Asurans, Charr, Sylvari, Humans and rampant inner vampires… rejoice! An all-time favorite starter dish, a true “Ascended” food item if you will, pleasing crowds off and on screen all around both worlds has made it’s way onto the Tyrian Menu~! The Carpaccio. With the introduction of Ascended Quality Food last year, our beloved Chef’s Guild has blessed our dinner tables with a delicious choice of 5 different styles of Beef Carpaccio – all of which I will devour… ah… present to you on this side of the screen at some point.
In recent years, I’ve made a bit of a habit to snoop around the (sometimes a little odd) national and international “holidays” at the beginning of every month. If you take a closer look at the “Days of…” happening all around the world every day, apart from the really big ones declared by the UN, you may find out about some nation/organisation celebrating something silly on a day you really need something to smile about, sometimes it’s an international celebration of something interesting you’ve known nothing about until you’re made aware of it that way.
The first few weeks after the holidays always have a bit of a stale aftertaste to them in my book. After the warmth and sparkly splendor of the pre-holiday season have taken their leave, leaving our surroundings seemingly bare and cold, I always get this urge to merge this “true” winter with the postcard-perfect winter imagery our Christmas Markets and related City decorations have implanted into our heads in recent weeks.
Happy New Year everyone~! I hope you guys had yourselves a fantastic blast, welcoming 2020 last night – and of course, that you’re not still suffering from the lingering “consequences” a party-related blast has in tow on occasion.