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Dessert!

How happy is my niece? And how happy would you be to sit at a table filled with homemade desserts?

Happy New Year!

Do You Need $100? I Know You Do!

 
Yo, remember to check out the Pepperidge Farm contest over at my review blog. Just leave a comment on the review of the savory & delish Baked Naturals Cheese Crisps and you'll be entered to win a $100 Visa gift card. It's like cash, only plastic!

Your comment should be about booze and snacks -- if you're here and reading, I know you have thoughts about the topic, there's no room for dissembling among friends.

Easy money! Go!

There's a Contest on my Review Blog!

Did you realize I have a review blog? Well, I do. It's called "Lucky Cat Reviews" and I'll be posting there more often. Right now, thanks to BlogHer and Pepperidge Farms, I have a new review posted and a contest. With a prize!

That's right, you can win one hundred dollars just for leaving a comment about snack food. Click over, check out the post, which is a review of the new Pepperidge Farm Baked Naturals Cheese Crisps. Leave your comment and test fate. You just might be the lucky winner!

- Cat/BadKitty

All My Best Homies Count Cookies By The Sleeve

Recently  I had a "get to know you" coffee with a potential freelance client. This woman and I had chatted about our shared love of macaroons from Miette, an incredible French bakery at the Ferry Building, so we met there and got a cookie to nibble with our hot drinks.

The macaroon was delicious, and I had to force myself to eat it politely, in small bites instead of one big gulp. I was about to gleefully confess this to my new acquaintance when she said, "The one cookie is perfect! It's all I need for the whole day!"

No wonder she's so damn skinny, I thought.

Abstinence

Here's why I normally eschew having snacks in the house: I'm a drunk eater.

Poison!

Today at the schmancy grocery store up the street, Mr. Butcher did not wash up after wrapping my boneless, skinless chicken breasts.

He took my money, and as I watched him turn away to make change, it dawned on me that he hadn't crossed over to the sink. He was making change with raw chicken essence all over his hands.

I frowned, worried that effluvia of chicken-sickness was going to rub off on my change. Little did I suspect that it was going to be even worse.

My Car Has Nooks and Crannies

This starts with Kahlua Pork.

For Chief's birthday we brought in Hawaiian food. Our big plan was to get it all from Hukilau, on the corner of Masonic and Geary, but at the last minute I found out they were busy with a giant poke-fest the day of our party. I needed a Plan B, pronto.

Fortunately we are in SF and there are several Hawaiian places. Unfortunately, some of them suck. After polling my food expert friends, Ono Hawaiian Grill was deemed acceptable. This was a relief because by now it was Party Day Minus Two.

Ono Hawaiian Grill was a good Plan B because it fit into my bigger strategy, in terms of location. I was able to:

• leave the house two hours before the party
• drive out to the mall where this Hawaiian Burger King is situated
• swing around to Clement Street where I picked up the best.cake.ever from Schubert's, and still
• be home in time to obsessively retouch my eyeliner and fear that no one was coming to the party

Perfection! Oh, except for one thing.

What I've Been Missing: Vitamin K?

OK. This may be far too personal for our viewing audience, but I had to share. Apparently my freakishly low cholesterol levels and tendency to get bruises from office furniture is NOT some terrible medical condition, but, alas, a lack of broccoli. Why are our mothers always right!

Irish Egg Rolls

Did you know about this? Apparently Irish Egg Rolls are a common way to deal with corned beef and cabbage left overs. You add some swiss cheese to the left overs and wrap them up in egg roll wrappers. Drop the little package in hot oil until crispy and golden. That's all there is to it. I mean, some people add other stuff like seasoning, but then it's fancy food, like the French eat.

I consider this further proof that anything is edible if you deep fry it.

Phobia: Ordering Pizza

Every now and again we all come across something that we don't like to do, or simply cannot do. Maybe it was a childhood trauma, fear of commitment or a slight case of autism that creates the deepest of fear in me - the cry "let's order pizza!" just brings dread to me.

Now, you would think that I'm a silent type and don't talk on the phone. The absurdity of it all is that my most cherished object is my phone, and I pretty much talk on it all day. So, you would think that I just can't order stuff and hate that pesky method of placing orders on the phone. Well, considering on any given day I spend thousands of dollars with simple "do it" or can locate the rarest of decorative ribbon leftover from last year's holiday season in some forgotten Michaels store in Flint, Michigan, kinda debunks THAT whole notion.

I guess that is what makes it a phobia as defined as "an uncontrollable, irrational, and persistent fear of a specific object, situation, or activity."

The upside to all of this is that I have learned to make pizza and I can easily recycle all those pizza delivery flyers without a moment of regret!