I went to Pipilotti Risk's exhibit.
It was a great exhibit. But the bias African-American doorman outside the entrance door grossed me out for the whole afternoon and evening. Running into someone like that is just like someone spits in your soup pot when you are about to serve it to your guests. What makes it worse is that nobody around you tries to stop it and they say nothing happens. Only you know what happened.
I made this pasta lasagna to bake all my upset away. I am totally a greenhand in Italian food. The result turned out good except the lasagna was a bit dry. Why? Should I put more oil or beef? The food looks like what I feel today:'(
I maybe should put this post in midnight snack since it is midnight, and I am still snacking...