Thursday, November 02, 2006

its mostly about food

That bowl of nuts seriously almost cost my company fourty nine... yes fourty nine buckeroonies. I itemized the bejebus out of that bill because I just KNEW, they were going to slide it on there even thought the catering manager said she would make sure to take it off the bill. Nice try fancy schmancy hotel, you can't pull one over on little miss zoe now... did you really think you could? Yes apparantly you did.

My Grandma P would have four times the amount that little bowl had in it (ok it was a pound of nuts... but $49 smackers...come on) in a plastic bag in her freezer at all times when we were growing up. I loved reaching into the bag and eating frozen nuts. One thing I remember is my Grandfather yelling from the study / den room "bring me (name of offensive nut nickname ommitted, but he liked the brazil nuts...look it up if you must know) if you are going to pick at the nuts". Its a fond memory.

Wow... what else can I add here. I am koo koo for bananas right now and I am exuberant by my new love of the Bravo site for Top Chef. Better recipies, better blogs from all the big participants... you know... that kicks some major bootay. I would have liked to have seen the recipie for the Chocolate Lavendar ice cream (only because it really does sound good, not for a child's palette like the show had them dish it out to, but someone like myself, who is down to four smokie treats a day and can taste stuff like never before... uuuuummmmm ummmmm tasty) but alas it isn't to be. Could be as simple as melting into a ganache and mixin' that into the icecream maker. I have also been on a nice little enjoyment of all things banana, from the banana pudding Mom made the other night with real bananas sliced in to Banana Marshmallow Little Debbie thingies (what? seasonal? crap, that means I will stock up and have them forever, yes, I think they are that good), banana chips from Trader Joes until I noticed they were green on the bottom... gross... which means that shit spoils and you have to eat it quick and don't stockpile it (which won't be an issue with little miss debbies treats, not much natural goin' on there!) and well bananas in general.

Couple of funerals of note for family members... Pearla died yesterday. Last of the Pearls is now gone. Its really so sad. This whole generation of Pearls in our family is gone. (side note to the bro: you might have to have twins to carry on that tradition... a boy and a girl and its allll good, I mean Little D is going to need company right?)

Its almost friday. I have been waiting all week. Monday I felt the need for Friday. Bad. Now I have one more work day and glourious of all glouriousness I have two days of bliss ahead of me.

I have my vacation time accrued and I think... now that I know I can leave town and not whig... I may have to go and see this . It could very well be a nice weekend trip. Seven years they were together. That is it. Blows my very little mind. But I lurve them and am coveting buying the box set when ever it is released stateside (from Amazon most likely I mean it is the most reasonably discounted). I wonder if Frontier goes to Cleveland. Something to ponder at another time, must get sleep now, have a happy Friday y'all and know I will be itching for it to be five all day tommorrow.

I officially took Desperate Housewives off the dvr tonite. I barely got through Sunday's show. What tripe. Now I know I have said I would do it and it was just like pulling off a bandaid I just didn't know if it would be painful or not. I think it wasn't at all. I like Grey's Anatomy. There is some character development at least. I mean gosh... at least on a weekly basis something happens besides the same old crap... susan gets drunk and falls out of a bathroom door and gets the hot guy? As flippen if. Mark Cherry you ass, you promised the show would be better, well four episodes in, I am calling your bluff, show me your cards ... Shonda Rhimes does... EVERY FLIPPIN WEEK on her blog, her plog, her podcast... that show, those producers, they give a shit (pardon my ...no wait... don't pardon my anything) about the people that are watching. You Mark Cherry can suck it, and your little show too, because its off my bike route. (enough mixing metophors using movie dialouge). No wait.. your show blows, I want my two dollars.

There. I feel better now.

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