I’m a fan of cake. It tastes good (sometimes) and it’s often super cool looking (hi, Ace of Cakes). Wedding cakes are no exception.
This one:
is awesome. There’s blood! On a wedding cake! That takes guts. Bwah!
This one, however:
is just sad. Why not put a Barbie on top of the cake holding two tennis balls? It’d be more subtle.
because I could have sworn the people I love make me happy.
Also, CNN sucks.
I eat cheese. Cheese tastes good. Cheese does not like me. I vow never to eat cheese again.
The next day, I see a plate of tasty cheddar. See above. It’s a pattern I’m not proud of.
Know what I love? Chocolate pudding. Know what’s weird? When the woman who works in the cafe encourages you to buy it because “you can afford it.” Not monetarily. Calorically. Apparently, my waist is small enough that I’m allowed to have dessert.
Repeat after me: chocolate pudding is for everyone. Unless you don’t like chocolate. Or pudding. Which would make you an anomaly. So…congrats on that.
Went to Ruth’s Chris Steak House last night with my Valentine and enjoyed the food. I’m not a huge fan of red meat, and if I’m craving it, I usually get a burger, but they know what they’re doing. Along with the ribeye, we ordered the crab cake appetizer and the potatoes au gratin. The crab cakes were fresh and tasty and the potatoes were creamy and almost a little too decadent. I couldn’t finish my third of the steak, though I did finish the Malbec I ordered. We chose that restaurant because I had a gift card, but I’d go back. Maybe just for the sides.
At some point I want to write a post comparing chocolate cereals: the good, the bad, and the disgusting. While I gear up for the ultimate test of my blood sugar, I can say that my favorite right now is Chocolate Chex. It tastes like it’s made with real cocoa, and it doesn’t get soggy like Cocoa Krispies. I eat it with vanilla soy milk. Tasty.
A vendor brought a little gift into work today. The gift is for everyone, but really, I think it was meant for me. Why, you ask?
I have never seen a bigger box of Godiva chocolate in my life, and honestly, I don’t think I care to.
But in case you’re wondering if the box is all flash and no fun, let’s look inside.
Even the paper is pretty and full of chocolately goodness. When you take off that paper, oh my what wonder awaits you.
That is lunch and dinner for the next week right there. Oh, but what’s in that gold box in the middle, you might be asking. Um, only the only thing better than chocolate.
Cookies. Covered in Godiva chocolate. I only have so much will power, people.
In these trying economic times while the global markets stumble around like drunken sailors and jackassy newspapers publish cartoons that would make David Duke proud, I stop to reflect on a long-held belief and admit my mistake…
I can finally admit that I was wrong about brussel sprouts. My entire life I’ve “hated” them. At the mere mention of their name, I would make a gagging sound and give the stink eye to whatever poor sap offered them to me. But here’s the thing…I’d never had them.
It wasn’t until I moved in with my current roommate who steams them with some lemon and salt and pepper that I discovered that they are the BEST. I could eat those little dwarf cabbages every night. They’ve got as much Vitamin C as citrus fruit, plus, they make you a little gassy, which is just awesome. In short, they are now in my top five favorite vegetables. A fact I would have scoffed at years ago. Ah, the vanity of youth.
I eat so much crap. I’m not sure why. I mean, besides the taste. Chocolate is my biggest vice, but all kinds of junk appeal to me. It sucks. I sometimes feel as though I have no control over what I eat, and that’s just not right.
In unrelated news, I am obsessed with Animal Planet’s “Animal Police”. I shouldn’t watch it, because it makes me so angry, I want to beat down the idiots who neglect/abuse their animals.
