I’m here blogging and my wonderful live in chef (aka my better half) is making me some fried ravioli. I starved myself in a most unhealthful way all day so that my stomach would be empty for this culinary delight! I survived on only pepperoni, grape sized tomatoes and tons of diet Mountain Dew. Now I’m jittery but still hungry and am very much looking forward to a late dinner.
Aren’t you jealous?
I just went to one of those permanent farmers markets and accidentally made eye contact with someone giving out samples. Happily, I liked the stuff she was selling and it was cheap. I’m such a soft touch – it’s horrible. My only defense is not making eye contact. If they can manage to get past that, it would be hard for them to NOT get me to buy what they’re hawking.
In any case, I’ve now tried eggplant. It was mixed in with so much other stuff I still don’t know what it tastes like.
I’m having one of those days where you get hungry but have no idea what to eat. Then I think maybe I can’t figure out what to eat because I’m not really hungry. Then I decide I am really hungry when my hands start to shake. Then I drink soda and the whole cycle starts again. Ok, I actually do know I could go in for some king crab, but that’s not in the cards right now. I need to convince my body to have more affordable desires.
Woa!! Shari’s Berries look so delicious that I’m now hungry. I just saw the picture they have on their facebook page and what I was expecting before I clicked was more like a farmer’s market sight. Instead, I say dipped berried worthy of a family gathering at Christmas. Sharis Berries discount codes are also available making them more affordable for those of us on a budget. Indulge!
The kids are on a quest to find lunch. Somewhere behind the leftover cookies and the as yet uneaten candy and around the corner from the unfinished buffet dish we took to grandpa’s there is some peanut butter and jelly. The simple tastes of kids amaze me. Here I want crap legs for lunch and they want peanut butter and jelly. Or maybe a microwaved hot dog.
I’ll finish up the candy, they can have the PB&J.
Here’s a recap of the dream I had the other night.
I was having an actual throw down with Bobby Flay. He was chasing me through a grocery store, intent on killing me. I ran into the wine section and grabbed a bottle off the shelf. I tried to break it on the shelf so I would have a jagged edged weapon to use in the coming battle.
Too bad I couldn’t get it to break.
Bobby Flay caught up to me, saw what I was doing and tried to do the same thing — with the same results.
In the final moments of this weird foray into my own mind, I grabbed his bottle and, with one bottle in each hand, began to beat his head with the wine bottles.
THE END
Some weird snafu in the weather around here. It’s the middle of November and it’s really pretty warm. So warm that I’m opening up the doors and windows to heat the house. It takes away from the Christmas-y feeling I usually get when I eat my husband’s spiced pecans (covered in cinnamon and sugar – and roasted in butter).
Mind you , it’s not going to stop me. Just make me wish it was a little colder.
There’s afire aburnin’ an the ol’ west.
But it’s supposed to be quenched tonight when it rains. No more 115 degree days when the dog days of summer should be done with by now. No more running the a/c at 70 just to get the place to cool down to 90. No more sweating more when I get into the pool which is a make-you-want-to-throw-up-it’s-so-hot 95 degrees.
At least not until the weekend.
I’ll put this post in a special category.
I let my daughter watch an episode of ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’. It wasn’t one of the more inappropriate ones but I find that she’s still too young to grasp the finer points of the show. Today she argued that you get rid of a vampire with bacon. It took quite a bit of convincing to make her realize it was steak. I mean, a stake.
A bowl of Doritos, a home made chocolate chip cookie and a nice tall glass of skim milk (which makes this snack healthy). Yum yum. Of course I’ve only done this because I exercised this morning. And the skim milk in combination with the exercise make it so I think that I’m ok to eat the bad stuff. Only time (and tomorrow’s weigh in) will tell.
Weight loss drinks are all the rage but they’re something I really don’t understand. I’ve tried filling up on liquids just to feel full and I don’t think it’s working for me. Sure the drinks I’m using are Coca Cola, Mountain Dew and Sunkist (which my husband recently toled me has the highest sugar content of all the great classic sodas out there) but you’d think 2 liters of soda would keep me from eating half a [izza in one sitting. I just have a very stretchy stomach.
Is it ironic, or even interesting that I like spam comments and I also like the real SPAM stuff?
My daughter is 3 years old and I showed her the cookie dough I made up. Then I found out what a horrible mother I am. She didn’t know what it was. She is SOO OO OO deprived. I’ve been so busy trying to feed her healthy foods she’s never going to know what life is really about. And as we all know, life is about making cookie dough when your parents have gone out for a night on the town and polishing off a double batch, washing the dishes and getting the younger children, riding a sugar high, to go to sleep all before the folks get home so they don’t know about it.
My four year old will have to deal with that – she could identify the stuff in 2 seconds flat.
It’s time like these (after 25% of a pizza, partial bag of chips, partial bag of crackers, several cups of milk and a brownie) that I wish for a magic slimming pill. Really I just need to digest this stuff faster. I don’t like the felling of fullness and boredom that it gives me. Ok that’s weird I know but it’s also true.
I guess I need some sort of counseling. Preferably brief and as magical as the aforementioned pill.
Sometimes there are webpages that you happen across that just make your day. If you’ve ever wanted to make a truly unique treat to bring in to work that you know everybody will love, try this recipe for homemade Snickers. You already know that everybody likes Snickers bars, and you know that no one else will be bringing homemade Snickers to the party. You may want to test the recipe out once or twice to make sure everything turns out alright before bringing your creations to the fest.
Usually I reserve my reviews for the television shows, movies, games, and books that attempt to entertain me. Occasionally, there is something to review that rises to that level of my attention to get a review of its own.
Pepsi Max Cease Fire is not good. I mean really, really not good. I’m not really sure who is responsible for combining the flavors of lime and diet pepsi, but they need to rethink that whole plan. The worst part by far is the marketing campaign that suggests that this drink is tasty because it has a hint of lime. I think the word they were looking for was an overpowering assault of lime-ish-ness.
Pepsi, you fail.
For some reason when I offered to list all the synonyms of ‘vomit’ to my daughter last night after she had experienced the event first hand for the first time, she declined. I was just trying to make conversation. But even at the tender age of 2.5, we humans instinctually know that listening to someone say things like barf, hurl and yak will not make us feel better.
I have just raised the quality of this blog at least 10 pegs by writing about vomit.
If you should wrap food in bacon to make it taste better, how do you make bacon taste better? It’s a question that’s been haunting both cooks and eaters for millenia. How do improve upon perfection? Eventually there seems to be a limit in to how good a food can taste. No matter the effort that is expended, there is a law of diminishing returns when it comes to bacon and bacon-enhanced foods. Only an infinite amount of bacon could make a drastic improvement to the taste of bacon and that would result in the end of all food as we know it.
Think on that… yeah…. think about it.
We just got back from our first attempt at something other than the traditional door to door trick or treating. See last year when we did it the old fashioned way, we were the only ones to be seen anywhere and people weren’t expecting us – more than one of them emptying their pantry because we had surprised them. Apparently in this town it is expected that everyone will go to the town shin dig on main street.
They did.
Thousands and thousands of people packed onto a two lane street for a couple of miles. The businesses pass out candy and fliers (one daughter could have been Charlie Brown with the number of fliers she got instead of candy (a la “I got a rock”)). Happily they got quite a haul and in very little time. Too bad we parked at the top of the hill and had to walk up hill to get back to the car.
Since I’ve got the summer off, I intended to spend it cleaning house. In a weird twist of fate I had to clean it all in one day since someone was coming over. Now I have nothing to do for the next two months except maintenance. My whole stinking summer is blown because I can’t wrap my mind around a change in plans. Clearly I’m limited in intellect and imagination since I can’t come up with something else to do that might be more fun than cleaning.
Fortunately, I really just have to wait around a while and instead of maintaining the clean, I’ll wait for it to get messy again. In the mean time I find myself just wasting time. Yesterday I spent literally the entire day reading a book. And eating actually. The only way I’ll ever keep weight off this summer is by cleaning house but the house is clean so I eat. But if I leave the dishes out and let them get moldy then I’ll have to clean again. Phew! Plan created, enormous weight gain averted. I’ll eat my way to weight loss.
Don’t worry I’m sure this will work!