Saying yes...

FYI

I imagined them being smaller... like maybe malted egg-sized...

When fish sees TJ's Marcona almonds...

I thought he merely drooled...

Be sure to read the article. It's enlightening. It says, and I quote, "Clearly zebrafish aren't the brainiest creatures in the world..."

Heh.

Because nothing snaps a blog out of a coma faster than produce...

They had a huge stand of "Pluots" at the store yesterday... the sign said, "Dinosaur Eggs", but frankly, pluot skin makes me think of narwhals.

One guess...

I had to clean out a rarely used cupboard over the fridge so we could rip the cupboard down. It seems the new "regular" refrigerators they sell now don't fit in "regular" old houses. Anyhow... all that aside... look what I found!!!

Still my #1 search for this time of year...

Peep Jerky.

Ahem, Pinko

Just a reminder that the Cheerio DoD has been sent to Pinko. New DoD to follow... in one or two months.

Pinko and I had similar takes on the DdL Cheerios. I'm not sure if that should reassure or scare me.

No, there really is no purpose to this post... just refreshing so that certain blogrolls will look current... and  shenanigans may commence.

 

 

Ahem, Pinko...

It's shaping up to be a crazed week, but I did manage secure a box of these. If you haven't found any yet, and if I find a moment to actually taste them and put down some thoughts, I'll let you know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

UPDATE:

Perhaps I can add a DoD for this disgusting product. Whoops! I already gave away my verdict!!! Here I thought science had created something magical and wondrous... a new kind of Asian pear (they've always had a Concord grape note in their flavor). I thought it was some kind of gene/plant splicing! WRONG! It's ARTIFICIAL! It's like they slathered the apple in grape Chapstick. :-P 

I am saddened.

Pinko- I'll eat some of the O's and will try to get something together asap. As I said, the week's pretty crazed. Thursday might be the soonest.

Color Pron

We are still on the receiving end of Holiday Fruit around here... Last evening, a large basket of fruit arrived from someone Grizzled works with. This person always sends it after the holidays, which is nice, since our fruit stash is usually waning. It wasn't this year... and now we had more...

Since it said "Perishable! Open Immediately!" I tried to find places to put it, our fruit bowl was already filled, and there was no room in the fridge. I pulled out my lovely stack of cheapo, but lovely colored, Michael Graves mixing bowls. It only took me a second before I knew what I had to do... all of that bright fruit, all of those colorful bowls. I tried to hide my activity in dinner prep, but heard EL, who is hip to my ways, beckon from the other room...

EL- Mom??? Are you sorting the fruit by color??

Me- ... maybe...

EL- Are you sorting it into complementary colored bowls??

Me- ... maybe...

EL- (muffled reaction)

Me- BUT LOOK AT IT!! When do we ever have this much fruit?? In all of these colors?? OK, we could use a better purple, but come on! Look at how nice those lime green bananas look in that pink bowl! I wish I had painting class this week! I'd take it all in and make them paint IT ALL!!!

And then I went back to making dinner, but left the fruitscape on the counter, forgetting it until Grizzled came home.

G- Did you sort the fruit by color??

Me- YES! I DID!!! I COULDN'T HELP IT! LOOK. AT. IT!!!

G- I was just going to say, you missed the lighter blue bowl... those not-fully ripe tangerines would look really good in it...

He was right.

Snag is back!

Just in time for the holidays.

And if we stick to our usual schedule, we just might finish before next year's holidays.

You can't unknow... and it's a sad thing...

Around this time of year, Grizzled receives various goodies from business people. Some come to the house, some he brings home from work, some never make it home from work... the liquid variety is usually kept there to placate his staff and calm his ever-at-the-ready explaining voice.

One that also doesn't often make it home are the Carol's Cookies. We hope, we cross our fingers... we hope Grizzled will get out of the building with the tin still sealed, but more than not, he doesn't... which has led me to ordering them for ourselves... just one tin with the most popular varieties in it. I want to say it holds a dozen.

I know what you're thinking, 12 cookies is not a huge tin, but these cookies are different. These cookies weigh in at 8oz per cookie. Yes, half a pound of cookie. No one ever takes one thinking they'll eat the whole thing. No, you start by breaking off a third and think you can't even possibly finish that, and then somewhere later in the day, you seem to remember a remnant of a cookie that was left, and think you'll go back to break off just one or two more bites, but all you see is a napkin and crumbs. Somehow, you've eaten the whole cookie... suddenly sampling a second one doesn't sound like a bad idea. Yeah, they're rich. Yeah, you know they're loaded with butter, but it's a cookie! Just a cookie!!

The other day, I was going to order some to send to someone else and thought I'd get us a tin as well, as none had shown up yet, and I was pretty sure the office wolves would make sure they didn't. For some reason that day I decided to see if there was any nutritional info on them... apparently the survival instinct is strong and on some level, my bod knew these would kill us... I googled for info.

And what did I find???

First of all, Carol's site says it has limited info on her cookies... and now I know why... I found this info elsewhere:

Serving Size: 8 oz. cookie, Calories: 1109, Fat: 57g, Carbs: 145g, Protein: 12g

Yeah, you read that right... 1109 calories... and 57g of fat! Holy crap! And I thought an 80 calorie Double Stuff Oreo was bad (Be quiet those of you who say you can easily eat 10 Oreos)... Of course you can't eat one and not know you're eating a stick of butter, held together with sugar, some flour and a few nuts and chocolate bits, but still... it's just a cookie! A cookie that no doubt has an entire STICK OF BUTTER IN IT!

They are oh-so good. They're better than good. You want to rub them behind your ears and dance with them. You want to buy them pretty things. But I will not. I will not even be buying them. Not even once a year. I can't. I can't go back to blissful ignorance, and I'm sad.