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Believe it or not I have never made deviled eggs. Or if I did I don’t remember it. I was talking to my sister about it and she couldn’t believe it and offered to walk me through it since it … Continue reading
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If I was forced to talk about the down side of picking up a coffee grande, I’d say the coffee is too hot to drink right away — but then it turns cold waay too fast. I haven’t yet found … Continue reading
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Mix yourself a tall Bloody Mary, find yourself a comfortable chair and heave a toast to the man. The man being Bram Stoker who gave the world Count Dracula on this very day in 1897. Though Stoker’s Dracula was the … Continue reading
I doubt that I will ever grow up and out of the irrational notion that if I blow out all of the candles on my birthday cake, I’ll get my wish. (As long as I don’t blab about it.)
The custom is rooted with the ancients, when people believed a herd of gods lived in the sky. Smoke wafting from blown-out candles evidently had a fighting chance of reaching a wish granting spirit.
Since birthday wishes are such a time-honored tradition, there’s job security in cake baking. But some bakers are probably more secure than others.
Cake Wrecks is only interested in cakes gone wrong. For instance, it was just as well that little Trudi Smith didn’t know how to read when it was time for her to blow out the candles on her purple cake.
Overheard.
“Well, I guess Nuts is Peter Allergy’s brother or maybe sister? Good lookin’ bushes, doncha think?”
“Yeah, nice. Let’s move on. We have to finish one more for a 5:00 pick-up, we gots to hurry.”
“Okay, here’s the gab – it goes on the white frosted swirl two decker round.”
“H 85th (Grand.Mom)?”
“Yeah, that’s what it says. I think it is some kinda computer code or somethin?”
“Alrighty. We’re done.”
(Thanks Meghan for passing this along.)
If you want, with a few clicks of your mouse, you can sign your name to a big farewell card being assembled by AOL to mark the end of Oprah Winfrey’s 25 year talk show run.
Image from Media Outrage.
Well, gee. What’s going on?
Is it the threat of a random debilitating disease? Is it an emerging cause that demands 100 per cent of her passion and energy? Is it simply fatigue and a reckless “I need to start over!” plea? Boredom? Hunger? Ennui?
Her curiously bewildered fans turn to each other and screw up their faces in deep concentration. They start to describe their Oprah moments; one by one they recount their favorite guests, topics, clothes and the stupendous giveaways that dazzled audiences through the years.
“To OWN,” one of elders among them finally says. “Right,” another chimes in, “To OWN.”
“O. W. N?”
“Oprah Winfrey Network.” The chorus murmurs in reply.
“AAARG! You have GOT to be effing kiddin’ me!”
Since the rapture was re-scheduled, you may be a cook facing a big dilemma for your Sunday dinner. You certainly would not have hauled out a big rump roast from the freezer yesterday. Who knows, did you already donate your best pans to charity? Hmmm. What to do?
Here’s a suggestion guaranteed to make you glad you are still of this earth. Ease on down the road to your nearest Sonic and wheel into a parking spot. For a measly $1.99 each, buy Chicago Dogs for the whole family.
Image from Grub Trade
It’s an all beef hot dog topped with pickle, relish, tomato, peppers, celery salt and mustard served in a soft, warm poppy-seed bun.
There are other dogs on the menu but I think the Chicago Dog beats up the others.
The celery seed and the poppy seed combination gives it a nearly-there gourmet impact.
I have to tell you the first time I tried one I was enraptured. ‘Course, I am also really partial to Sonic’s diet cherry limeades. So maybe it was the combination that brought me close to the edge.
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I am not personally fond of bumper stickers. I prefer a one on one exchange rather than a drive-by introduction. But admittedly I may be in the minority since on some days it’s possible to read my way through every … Continue reading
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It is a dreary rainy morning. Good for plants but not for planting. I am looking at this as a sign to shop for rain gear. First on my list is this heart-shaped umbrella (about $30) from Umbrella Heaven; (I … Continue reading
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I see a poster in the elevator going to my doctor’s office encouraging everyone to wear blue for Colon Awareness Day. I ask the doctor whether she is planning to wear blue on Friday. She glances up from my chart … Continue reading