3 posts tagged “food”

My newest, domestic goddess-esque thing I'm excited about is learning to cook.  Not that we only eat frozen pizza and cereal, but I'm not savvy in the kitchen by any stretch of the imagination.  I make a mean spaghetti sauce and kick ass flamin' hot chili, and I can fry up an egg sandwich to die for.  But, when it comes to real, comlete dinners like I want Charlotte to grow up eating with Abram and I, I fall terribly short of proficiency.

So, I've been scouring the internet for recipes that look yummy and also not difficult so that when we get in our house this week I can start whipping things up.  And feeding them to my guinea pig husband.  Luckily, he'll try anything. 

Also, I ran across this website that looks pretty cool.  Once I have a compilation of recipes I might get myself a book.  You know, of recipes I've stolen from other books.  Yes, I am that gangsta. 

In addition to my Betty Crocker-ness I plan on channeling some Christy Brinkley-ness also and make myself into a hot mommy.  Who knows, I might even reallllly channel Christy Brinkley and use the Total Gym to accomplish this.  Eh, probably not.  But I will be getting on the elliptical machine that served as a wonderful coat rack in my old house.  My jiggly-poof must go away.  I REALLY want to be in a bikini this summer.  Is that too unrealistic a goal?  Am I setting myself up for failure?

Ugh, anyhoo....back to work...

You're killing me here Pioneer Woman....seriously...it's just cruel at this point.

Pioneer Woman Mac n Cheese...OMG YUM

I cannot read your site anymore while at my desk digesting my measly decimal point sized Healthy Choice pot roast.   

I consider myself a Salt & Vinegar chip aficionado.  I eat every kind I can find.  I love them, love them, love them.  Once, in a depression induced hermit state I stayed inside and lived on bag after bag of Lay's Salt & Vinegar chips for close to 24 hours.  I would not recommend that to anyone else.  I did the research for you and all you end up with is more depression, fatter thighs, and the inner lining of your cheeks and tongue sloughing off from all the vinegar. 

Scholt-SV

Anyhoo...I have met my match.  These chips beat me down.  I couldn't even eat half of the 1.5oz bag that came with my sandwich.  They are TOO vinegar-ee.  There, I said it. 

I bit into the chip and it felt like I was eating Pop-Rocks.  That's how much vinegar was on these.  My tongue started bubbling. 

Nice, eh?

So anyway, I'll probably eat a chip an hour for the rest of my work week.  I might be able to manage that.