“What’s going on with your…” Roo started, waving a fork towards the vicinity of my face.
“You mean this?” I asked, pointing at my eyes.
“Did you…are you trying something new?”
“What, you don’t appreciate the Clockwork Orange look?”
“It’s just,” he paused, “different.”
I looked down, pushing the polenta onto my fork. “It’s what happens when your eyeliner pencil breaks mid-application at work. I got my left eye done and then the tip broke off when I was starting on the right.”
“Why didn’t you just wash it off?”
I sighed. “Well, that would have been the obvious thing to do.”
Roo furrowed his brow.
“You know how I am in a panic.” I said, between bites, “I ran back into the office and tried to sharpen the pencil.”
“With a pencil sharpener?”
“With a blunt pair of scissors.”
“It looks fine.” Roo replied, turning his head slightly, trying to hide a smile.
I sighed, grabbing a napkin and dipping it into my water glass.
“What are you doing?”
I started wiping off the botched makeup job on my right eye, “Trying to fix it.”
“Babe, I don’t even know why you put on makeup.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s like,” he paused, “you’re like Beyonce. She looks even better without makeup. Unlike Nicki Minaj who just needs more and more piled on.”
“I don’t know whether to be more surprised about the Beyonce or the Nicki Minaj reference you just made.”
“Fine. It’s like this dish,” he said, tilting his plate of mushrooms and polenta forward. “It doesn’t need a whole bunch of stuff piled on top of it to make it better. It’s just great the way it is.”
I smiled. “You know I would have preferred Rihanna, right?”
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