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food talk

// November 4th, 2009 // 1 Comment » // food, kid quotes

Me: “Evan, do you want some chicken?”
Evan: “With ketchup.”
Me: “What sound does a chicken make?”
Evan: “Bawk-bawk-bawk.”
Me: “Right! Would you like some green beans.”
Evan: “Put them beside the chicken.”
Me: “What sound do green beans make?”
Evan: drops to the floor and curls up in a ball “Bu-bu-bu-bu.”
Amy: rolling eyes “He’s so weird.”
Me: “Amy, what sound does bread make?”
Amy: crosses arms and glares at me silently
Evan: “Amy doesn’t know. Want me to tell her?”

she never eats (when I’m looking)

// July 8th, 2009 // 2 Comments » // food, teenagers

The first time Sarah ate a meal BEFORE her date, I shrugged it off as teenage weirdness. Since then, I’ve noticed it is routine behavior for her to eat food before or after, but never while actually out on a date. I imagine her telling the waiter, “I’m not really hungry. I’ll just have a Dr.Pepper.” Her motivation might be a noble attempt not to spend money. It’s more likely that this is about food issues. Maybe she thinks it is gluttonous to eat a plate full of food. Perhaps she is self conscious about how she looks when chewing food. Could it be that she wants her date to think she never eats? Whatever the reason, this is one of those “choose your battles” scenarios. Risk making things worse by saying something or wait to see if this is a harmless phase? As long as she is eating, she isn’t doing physical harm, so I’m going to let this one slide. For now. I seriously have to ask if anyone has ever been fooled into thinking that their date never eats?

watermelon

// July 7th, 2009 // 3 Comments » // food, social media

I don’t really have anything to say about watermelon. I just made a random Facebook comment that watermelons have been kinda blah so far this year and it got a dozen comments. I thought I’d test the watermelon interest level over here. Does anyone have deep thoughts about watermelon?

We heart pizza

// June 30th, 2009 // 3 Comments » // food, people

With extremely rare exceptions, the one meal each week that doesn’t come from our kitchen is Tuesday night’s Dominos pizza. The entire family loves it and there are usually enough leftovers for the next day’s lunch. The only thing that would make the experience perfect would be if the pick-up was a little less, umm, awkward. It is the exact opposite of what I experience in the small grocery beside our nearest Dominos. When I enter the non-chain grocery, someone always smiles and says hello. Several of the cashiers know me by name and when they banter with the baggers, they genuinely seem to be be friends with their co-workers. The butcher recognizes Evan and holds the bell low enough for Evan to ring it as he runs past the meat counter with his miniature shopping cart. The managers know the regular customers and are never seen being anything but kind and supportive of the store employees. The cashiers’ feet may hurt from standing all day and the baggers may have been abused by a cranky customer, but it never shows. It is like a little oasis for happy people and I love going to that grocery. Maybe it is just too hot, stressful and dangerous working in a pizza delivery restaurant to be happy. I don’t know.

dominosups125xA few weeks ago, Dominos bought our family’s and several additional teenagers‘ the new American Legends pizzas, in exchange for, well, nothing. They paid for the pizzas. We ate them and that was the end of that. I CHOOSE to make a few comments about the pizzas that we tried. Because I am an eccentric southerner aka picky eater, none of our pizzas had onions or peppers. I didn’t order the Pacific Veggie Pizza, because it looked like the peppers were the fun part of it and I didn’t think anyone would eat it. Well, Doug would eat it, but he doesn’t need an entire pizza to himself. We also decided against the Fiery Hawaiian Pizza since removing the onions and peppers made it nearly identical to another pizza. Instead, I got Sarah a Three Cheese Mac-n-Cheese Breadbowl. I find the idea of mac ‘n’ cheese pizza too horrible to even taste it, but Sarah and Amy insist that it is “yummy.” I’ll just take their word for it.

The Honolulu Hawaiian Pizza and Buffalo Chicken Pizzas were good. Our family had already made the Philly Cheese Steak Pizza a part of regular weekly order, so we knew that it was extra yummy. The Cali Chicken Bacon Ranch Pizza was a little bland, but I think it could easily be adjusted with an additional ingredient or two. The biggest surprise for everyone was the Memphis BBQ Chicken Pizza. Admittedly, I do have a soft spot for Memphis in general, but the BBQ pizza is sweet and delicious. The only-eats-cheese-pizza child devoured two pieces of the BBQ pizza. The teen guests unanimously rated the BBQ as their favorite and Doug and I liked it so much that it is now part of our regular Tuesday order.

A quickie crust review: Everyone loves the cheddar crust. Everyone except the small people love the thin crust. Everyone likes the regular and parmesan crusts. The teenagers like the deep dish crust. The Brooklyn and provolone crusts are not popular.

Thank you for dinner Dominos!

bacon cupcakes

// April 29th, 2009 // No Comments » // food, local, people

magpies
I’m not sure if bacon cupcakes are brilliant marketing or extremely poor timing.

for Michael

imaginary awards

// April 16th, 2009 // 1 Comment » // blogging, food, people, pets, television

The most optimistic award goes to the dog in our neighborhood who barks at airplanes. I know the little critter is convinced that he’s keeping those big metal birds from stealing his kibble.

The unexpected tv moment award goes to Heroes for finally explaining the stolen socks from the first episode. Until then, I thought they were making it up as they go.

The least understood award goes to the four-way stop. Apparently, they are still a mystery to most drivers.

The most annoying social media trend award is tweeting, facebooking and blogging the exact same thing. If you’re going to do that, please specify one outlet as the original so we can unfollow all your copies.

The quickest fall from awesome to not again award goes to boiled eggs. We have eaten them every day this week and there are STILL half a dozen in our fridge.

The Easter candy is gone already?

// April 13th, 2009 // No Comments » // food, holidays, mail, me

Dear Nestle aka Wonka,

Just like every year, I help the Easter Bunny by picking a bag or two of whatever candy happens to be on sale each week before Easter. This year, I ended up with one bag of Wonka Runts Freckled Eggs. I didn’t realize the incredible taste sensation that is a Runts Egg until my children had devoured all but a few of the sweet/sour crunchy-fruity delights. I went to three different stores today in hopes of finding a leftover bag and there were none to be found. It seems that everyone else already knew how yummy Runts Eggs are were. If there are any Runts eggs rolling around the factory floor under the conveyor belt, please sweep them up and send them to me. I don’t mind the dust.

Thank you,
Cathy

What’s in that egg?

// April 7th, 2009 // 2 Comments » // food, holidays, parenting

I am too tired to attempt a description of the 3-year-old’s level of chaos and destruction today. Instead, I will mention that I talked to someone shopping for Easter treats today. This person was wandering the candy aisle and worrying about the diabetic classmate of her child. So, in my very best Bill Saluga voice and “оптични комуникацииYou can call me Ray” tempo:

Ahh, ya doesn’t has to fill eggs with candy! You can fill plastic eggs with stickers, or you can fill them with coins, or you can pack them with army men, or you can use matchbox cars, or you can load them with barbie shoes, or you can start them collecting fun erasers, or you can cram in hair ribbons, or you can pack them with cool bandaids, or you can stuff them with bouncy balls or you can make a scavenger hunt for a big item, but ya doesn’t hafta just use candy.

stupid is as stupid does

// March 24th, 2009 // No Comments » // food, me, people

Tuesdays are spent in meetings and the car. I started today with a Python-esque PTA meeting and ended it facilitating a Support Group. In between, I visited two different high schools, one middle school, the pharmacy and the pizza dude. Just like every Tuesday for the past several YEARS, I walked in the tiny pizza place and they blankly asked my name. I said it twice. Slowly. The girl behind the counter plopped two boxes in front of me and handed me a small piece of paper to sign for the pizza that I had already paid for on the Internet. The paper was blank. “Umm, yeah, the thing is out of paper and it takes forever to change, so, if you just sign that you can get out of here.” I asked her to please write the total on the paper before I signed it. “Your total is gonna be whatever it was on your computer. I’m just trying to help you out here.” I told her I wouldn’t sign a blank paper. She took the two pizza boxes off the counter and put them waaaay behind the counter. Then she dramatically began the process of sticking a small roll of receipt tape in the printer. She walked back and forth behind the counter, sighing loudly and eventually handed me an itemized receipt. “This is what was on your computer.” The, she wandered about some more before producing the credit card charge slip with the ‘sign here’ line on it. I signed it. The girl retrieved the pizzas that I had already paid for online and silently plopped them on the counter. I left the pizza place feeling like I had just been in a scene from Idiocracy and thinking about a completely automated, human-less pizza pickup system. I briefly considered that the counter employee might have actually been trying to be helpful, but dismissed it since she won’t remember me next week anyway. I think I’ll just pretend she has anterograde amnesia.

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