An obsession with food

I truly am seeing a trend in this blog that I never meant to foster. Since I write about food, I must be preoccupied.

But you don't understand.......I have to write about this again today because my cousins and I had lunch at Mrs. Wilkes Boarding House. I had a spoonful of the following:
Spiced beets
candied yams
cheesy mashed potatoes
pole beans
black-eyed peas
dressing and gravy
cole slaw
turnip greens
cabbage
squash
beef stew
fried chicken
blueberry cobbler
cornbread

I didn't make room for
red rice
white rice
lima beans
okra succotash

Truth is, there were probably 3 or 4 more dishes on the table that I can't remember.

Everything seasoned to southern-soulful perfection. It's been 6 hours since I ate, and I am still stuffed.

Fridays during Lent

are meant to be days of abstinence, unless it is Good Friday, which also includes fasting.

If you are reading this and you aren't Catholic, I shall explain: abstinence = no meat. Seafood is ok, but no beef, chicken, pork, venison, elk, pheasant, etc.

I hate to tell ya, but abstaining from meat on Fridays does nothing to help me become spiritually closer to Our Lord's suffering and passion because I LOVE SEAFOOD!!!

Should I feel guilty about this? Maybe. I'll think about it after I eat my shrimp salad sandwich for lunch.

There's a first time for everything

and I'm about to buy this magazine. Never even read it before, probably won't read it when I buy it. But I'm buying it.

Guilty! Lock the door and throw away the key.

GUILTY.

What amazes me is that he admitted it. I wonder if any of the tens of thousands that he stole pensions and dreams and retirements from will see any restitution. If you ever wondered what evil looks like, well here it is.



May Bernie Madoff rot in jail.

F$#@(*G GNATS!

Gawd I hate these things. When the good Lord was handing out attributes to all of his worldly creatures, just where did he find teeth that were sharp enough to slice leather that would fit onto a grain of pepper?

It has now been an hour since I had to roll down my car window at the fast food drive thru. The air was swimming with the bastards.

I am safe in my office, but I still feel like my scalp is crawling and maybe they got in my nostrils or ears. I will be scrathing all day long at the imagined demons. I hate them more than I hate my ex-husband.

Back from Hiatus

I never meant to start this thing out with a boom of posts then let it just drop. Unfortunately, an impending audit at the job and conference travel diverted my time and usurped my guilty pleasure of blogging on someone else's clock.

So here's a quick one - I spent the majority of last week in my favorite large metropolis, CHICAGO! I was greeted at the airport not only by the Airport Express Shuttle, but with lake affect snows and howling winds. Silly me. All I brought was a pull-over fleece and a pashmena.

I stayed at the Westin Michigan Avenue, and was excited to hear that I had a room on the 15th floor. I couldn't wait to see the view! I opened the curtain, and VOILA! a full coat of ice not only covered the outside of my window, but was thick enough on the inside to scrape! When it melted 2 days later, I saw I was missing only a view of the building side across the alley.

On my second night a group of us walked 2 blocks to Pizanos and we enjoyed deep dish and Guinness. The temperature was a brutal 20% and once again my fleece and pashmena were all that protected me. A couple of us strolled the long way home, and I found pleasure in experiencing a climate so foreign to me. For all the ribbing I give yankee tourists, that snow and cold is not only invigorating, but serenely beautiful.

Now I feel guilty about enjoying the cold.