B and I do a supper club now. I think it has a name and some sort of concept behind it. I pretty much just kinda go. I like it. The first one was hosted by this chick who is a professional cook so she pretty much did it up. The most memorable shit on the menu was the desert, which coming from this sugar-hater slash spicy-lover is saying a lot. Usually I skip that for another round of the beef, pork, lamb, liquor, beer, martino, whathaveyou. Anywhosal, I recreated the shit on Valentines Day for my boo, trying to score some ass. It worked. It’ll work for you too. Here ya go.

Vanilla Ice Cream with Grapfruit

Two rules:

Don’t be cheap. Get the good, organic vanilla ice cream shit.

Don’t be lazy. Section that grapefruit by skinning it, and then cutting out individual sections in between the pithy white parts.

Nums. Tis like a growed up creamcicle.