Then I craved another. And another, and another, until I had finished the bag. I think they put crack in there. I have to pace myself, because I can literally eat the whole thing at one sitting, which is kind of bad for me.
5/25/08
Obsession of the week
Okay, this is something I picked up from Walgreen's one day because it was on sale, and the first one I ate I thought was totally gross.
Then I craved another. And another, and another, until I had finished the bag. I think they put crack in there. I have to pace myself, because I can literally eat the whole thing at one sitting, which is kind of bad for me.
Then I craved another. And another, and another, until I had finished the bag. I think they put crack in there. I have to pace myself, because I can literally eat the whole thing at one sitting, which is kind of bad for me.
5/20/08
Vote for my Cute-Ass Kid
My kid is cute as hell. I entered his photo in a contest to be on a Jones Soda bottle label. Please, please, please help me by voting for his cuteness!
To vote, go to Jones Soda and vote.
Thanx! I'll let everyone know if he wins, because that would be pretty boss.
5/11/08
Just Can't Wait
Okay, I have TWO obsessions this week. I've already mentioned the first, so it's only fair to lay the second one on you.
Jalapenos
I don't know if it's my proximity to the Farmer's Market all yesterday, but it seems everything I've eaten for the last day and a half has had something to do with jalapenos. I suppose the salsa I wolfed down (and later regretted somewhat) yesterday is to be expected, but less obvious is the delicious Sweet Jalapeno Jelly I bought from the Kimker Hill Farm booth. Slap it on toast with some cream cheese, and it's the tastiest lunch you can make in five minutes when there's nothing edible in the house.
It's not really good for you, mind you, but then again it only has four ingredients, all recogizable as foodstuffs, so it can't be all bad.
Now if someone could just find a way to make Jalapeno flavoured hard candy, I'd be the happiest girl in the world.
Jalapenos
I don't know if it's my proximity to the Farmer's Market all yesterday, but it seems everything I've eaten for the last day and a half has had something to do with jalapenos. I suppose the salsa I wolfed down (and later regretted somewhat) yesterday is to be expected, but less obvious is the delicious Sweet Jalapeno Jelly I bought from the Kimker Hill Farm booth. Slap it on toast with some cream cheese, and it's the tastiest lunch you can make in five minutes when there's nothing edible in the house.
It's not really good for you, mind you, but then again it only has four ingredients, all recogizable as foodstuffs, so it can't be all bad.
Now if someone could just find a way to make Jalapeno flavoured hard candy, I'd be the happiest girl in the world.
5/10/08
Obsession of the week.
Okay, so in an effort to post a blog on here more than once in a blue fuckin' moon, I'm introducing a series I'd like to call Obsession of the Week. Once a week, whenever I get a wild hair you-know-where, I'll let you in on anything special that might be giving me more pause than normal, no matter how small or silly.
And I can get pretty silly, so be forewarned.
And so without further ado, this week's obsession is:
Band Aid Pink
You know the colour, not quite pink, not quite beige, a little lavendar thrown in for good measure. You can't put your finger on it, but you've seen it before--on thousands, literally thousands, of 'fleshtone' Band-aids. No one has flesh that colour, and yet there it is. And I love it, even though it's a pastel form of puce. I love it so much, I am now sporting it on my recently pedicured piggies.
It's the same non-colour of my gramma's all-metal 1950's Singer sewing machine, the 60 year old beast that's powered through nearly 10,000 garments with little complaint. It's not so purty, but it's sturdy.
Band Aid Pink. Hue of kings. My obsession de la semaine.
And I can get pretty silly, so be forewarned.
And so without further ado, this week's obsession is:
Band Aid Pink
You know the colour, not quite pink, not quite beige, a little lavendar thrown in for good measure. You can't put your finger on it, but you've seen it before--on thousands, literally thousands, of 'fleshtone' Band-aids. No one has flesh that colour, and yet there it is. And I love it, even though it's a pastel form of puce. I love it so much, I am now sporting it on my recently pedicured piggies.
It's the same non-colour of my gramma's all-metal 1950's Singer sewing machine, the 60 year old beast that's powered through nearly 10,000 garments with little complaint. It's not so purty, but it's sturdy.
Band Aid Pink. Hue of kings. My obsession de la semaine.
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