tibetan

This is Martsa on Elm. Cute, no?

I totally wanted to paint my room that exact color. My mom talked me down (probably wisely, it’s maybe a BIT intense for somewhere you sleep) but man oh man do I love that color.

This was my first time ever having Tibetan food! I love tackling new cuisine.

Momos, their dumplings:

Two sauces on the side; the one on the left was super spicy, the one on the right was crazy tangy and delicious.

With spinach and tater filling. Yummy!

Wowsers my entree:

Tofu and mushrooms in a pumpkin-cashew-curry sauce. Wow. WOW. I feel like all the tofu, nut, pumpkin, spice loving bloggers out there will appreciate this meal.

The flavor combo was not quite like anything I’d ever tasted. Every bite I picked up on some new spicy/smoky/sweet/tangy sensation. And I definitely found an actually curry leaf! Way cool. Although should not be eaten. It’s like a bay leaf. I was a bit too experimental, heh.

It was keerazy delicious. And good for the chilly weather.

And when in Sommerville: 

Kickass Cupcakes, obviously.

Yule nog cupcakes:

 

Gingerbread with eggnog buttercreme.

The mojito:

Key lime cupcake with rum buttercreme.

Cupcake crisps:

Bake a cupcake. Roll it in bittersweet chocolate and crushed candy/coconut/nuts. Bake it again. And, cupcake crisps.

Got that one last time. The top is like pecan pie. The bottom is like chai tea. So ridiculously delish.

Got a mojito and a nog:

And then they were closing early due to the approaching blizzard and I got to take this box home:

 

The red velvet cupcake suffered slightly in my purse:

 

But was nonetheless delicious.

Then the boy and I broke up. Well, breakup. Is it a breakup if you aren’t in a (ha!) exclusive relationship?

I arrived home (after trekking through the blizzard, that was fun) to this, from my roommate, sitting on my desk chair:

Now, I know the distinctive wrapping paper from like, miles away, but a closeup for those who do not.

The. best. candy. in. America.

My grandma’s father was a confectioner. He had a whole string of ice cream parlors and candy stores before, yknow, that Great Depression thing hit. It means we have some beautiful antique candymaking equipment and it means my grandma had a killer palate for chocolate that she also instilled in me. And she wholeheartedly approved of Sees! High praise indeed.

The roommate showed up after awhile and also had a sample she had gotten from the store. Being coffee flavored, I enjoyed some with breakfast. Nibbled at a bit straight off:

Then had the remaining piece with my PB+B oats.

And now I am home, alone, and sad, with this.

Guess my Christmas weight gain is beginning a bit early this year!