Last night The Yuppie invited me over and prepared a Sunday dinner that put Arlo to shame. Pasta with a vodka red sauce, salad with lime ginger dressing, and a chocolate cake baked with wine. Brilliant move on his part combining my two favorite items: chocolate and wine. Though, he didn’t need to add liquor to the food to get me drunk–I would have done that on my own willingly.
When I mentioned the cake to Arlo he didn’t understand what the big deal was. “Sarah, when have we ever baked chocolate without wine?” “WINE IN THE CAKE, not with the cake!” “Oh, I didn’t think it mattered, it all ends up in the same place anyway.”
It’s so cute when The Yuppie doesn’t think he’s a yuppie at all, but each time I spend time at his house I find another reason why his moniker is just so fitting. Last night I found he prepared dinner with recipes collected from The New York Times. If that’s not yuppie-esque, I don’t know what is.