New Year’s Eve is a lot like Valentine’s Day. It’s one of those holidays where bitter single people say they hate it, couples go out and fight and happy single people get obliterated and make out with strangers. I would consider myself a happy single person this year.
Watch out, world.
Since all my out of town friends bailed on our big NYE reunion in Charlotte (jerks) and none of my Charlotte friends want to do anything with me (jerks), my friend Adrian is going to visit and do stupid things with me (and bring me a croissant). It’ll be great.
If I’m feeling feisty, I will wear this:
And if I’m not, I will be in sweatpants with a bottle of champagne in each hand. Only time will tell…
If you have big plans to drink champagne by the bottleful (with a straw) this Saturday night, then we have much in common, you and I. We will also likely share in the cold, cruel embrace of a brutal hangover. Should you find yourself in the fetal position trying to figure out how to get Harris Teeter to deliver Hot Pockets on Sunday morning, perhaps try this quick breakfast (or lunch, depending on when you wake up) instead…
- non-stick spray
- 1 pear
- 3 dried figs
- 2 tablespoons soymilk
- 2 slices of bread
- 2 tablespoons nut butter
- Spray a skillet and warm over medium-high heat.
- Add pears and figs and saute 3-4 minutes.
- Sprinkle on cinnamon and nutmeg and add soymilk. Cook another 3-4 minutes until fruit is tender.
- Meanwhile, toast the bread and top with nut butter.
- Serve spiced figs and pears over the toast.
- End hangover.
You could also top this with maple syrup or honey, but I think the natural sweetness warmed fruit is enough. Whatever floats your boat, you drunkard.