Posts Tagged ‘food’


In The Daily Drool on May 16, 2010 at 10:59 am



Yesterday was a gastro-intestinal nightmare, the lazy man/woman’s amigo, the busy-bee’s bonus – JUNK-FOOD was in OVERLOAD.

I could revel you with everything I ate but you might get sick on your computer monitor.  Oh, who am I kidding.  Of course I’m going to post it here.  Why else would I bother talking about it?

A.M. – Frosted Mini-wheats and OJ.  Yumm.  And still healthy… ish!

P.M. – Coming home from Census taking, stomach screaming, Must. Stop. Get. Del Taco.  1 Macho Taco and a Coke later = happy belly!

(Then the snacking commenced)  Including but not limited to:

Grody-gross Funyuns (sometimes it feels good to be bad) Klondike Bar (What would you doo-OO-oo…) one slice Kraft Cheese, more crunchy onion flavored crispiness, one donut dunked in milk.

All capped off by DINNER:  One Arby’s junior sandwich and a potato patty (just $2 from the dollar menu, dudes)  and a  SLURPEE the size of Connecticut at the movie theater.

Woof.  How’s your tummy?

The crazy news?  I feel totally fine.

But I don’t think I need to do it again any time soon.  🙂

Lunch Lady Blues

In The Daily Drool on December 9, 2009 at 1:23 pm

I hate lunchtime.

I hate trying to figure out what to eat, when all I want is someone to just make it for me.

Because I can only have so many sandwiches, hot dogs, and yogurts before I want to go running out to CPK and pay someone too much money to make me a Waldorf Chicken Salad and bring me some fresh squeezed lemonade.

Because my stomach doesn’t like “lunch” food.

Why, I even remember a year where I would fantasize about dinner so much during my morning classes that I would go home and make a dinner meal for lunch!  I’m talking spaghetti, steak and mashed potatoes, full on dinner!  And then I’d have to come up with another appropriate meal at the actual hour for such feasts.  Suffice to say, I gained some poundage.

But I just loathe lunchtime!

I mean, breakfast is so obvious- cereal or oatmeal, maybe even pancakes if I have the time.  My tummy abides by this menu everyday without complaint, sleepily steering me to a happy start.

And dinner?  I love it!  I mean, I cook dinner for myself nearly every night- I include all the basic food groups (most of the time) And I even take my vitamins afterwards.  I don’t ever get tired of dinner because there are so many OBVIOUS choices, and (again) the palate doth not protest…

But LUNCH?!  Gah!!!!  My stomach doesn’t want bready bundles of cold cuts, or plates of microwaveable pizza.  A hot dog is only really tasty when you’re at a baseball game, I can’t stand the thought of any more macaroni and cheese, and this is where I officially run out of ideas!




Julie and Julia – a treat!

In Essays, The Daily Drool on September 21, 2009 at 12:49 pm

So I finally saw Meryl Streep as Julia Child and Amy Adams as the slightly neurotic writer-turned-blogger-turned-cooking enthusiast that idolizes her, and while both women were fantastic they wound up taking second stage to the FOOD!  This is a really warm and funny movie, but my mom and I walked out of the theater absolutely STARVING for some buttery goodness and it struck me as quite funny that we were both clutching our rumbling bellies, absolutely focused on deciding where we were going to go to quiet the hunger pains.

Because you can’t have McDonalds after watching these women make beef bourguignon.

And I was thinking, as we were headed to Olive Garden (I know, it’s not French, but it’s DELICIOUS!), that food is an important part of our lives not just because it fuels our bodies, but because it also fuels our souls.

Everything we do in life is geared towards pleasure- the pleasure of fine company, the pleasure of new toys, and the pleasure of good food.  We go out to eat when we want to celebrate, we go out to eat when we want to cheer ourselves up… Food is perhaps one of the simplest forms of comfort we can give ourselves- so why shouldn’t we be passionate about it?  Why shouldn’t we take care in the preparing?  Why shouldn’t we strive to sit down together more often and share in it?

When I was growing up we always had dinner together.  Now, it may not always have been flavor over function- you can’t eat like a French Chef every night of the week – but we always ate together.  It was a time to sit down and recount the day’s events, good or bad, to touch base with the ones we loved and remember that we were part of a whole family unit.  I know a lot of people who missed out on the daily dinner, and it makes me sad.  I think this routine was strengthened our family’s ties.  We were in this thing called life together!  And we didn’t always get along or necessarily want to sit across from one another, but we did.  And I think we’re better for that.

Because there are more than enough moments for “Self” in the day to obsess about deadlines, contracts, assignments, and bills, but there is nothing like surrounding yourself with the people you live with, the people you live for,  and sharing a meal.

I know it’s how I want my children to grow up.

So go see the movie!  Let yourself indulge in the simple things!  It’s a genuinely good-hearted film and it might just awaken in you a joy of cooking!

Pillow Steak

In Essays on July 21, 2009 at 9:11 pm

At first I’d thought I’d simply picked up a bad cut of meat.  I mean, it happens occasionally that you stoop over the butcher-counter inspecting all those containers of red, settle on a particularly-bloody-but-not-too-outside-your-price-range piece of flesh and take it home only to find that it didn’t go as well as you’d imagined with the creamed potatoes and snap peas you were drooling over at the check-out counter.

But this was different.

This was… wrong.

This was missing.

The absence of… flavor.

A million mis-understandings flitting through my brain, punctuated by my own mastication… It’s from a cloned cow and they cloned a bad one.  Crunch.  We aren’t the only one’s hit by the economic crisis, the cow’s have run out of flavor.  Munch.  My God, I am part of the The Matrix and the taste-simulator is broken!  Swallow.

Who should I notify first?  What could be done?  And would I invite a world of trouble by blowing the whistle on this flavorless gristle…

The thoughts are racing past so quickly that I am halfway through the potatoes before I notice they too are lacking in taste.

A conspiracy?

I sample the peas – nothing.

Just what is going on here?  I reach for the cranberry juice, bracing for the inevitable, only this time instead of nothing I taste…

My pillow.

Yes, it is morning- and there is pillow in my mouth, between my teeth, and against my tongue.

And the sunshine is laughing, the cats are rolling their eyes, and my mind… oh it is coming back to me from its sojourn in the Land of Nod, one sad, embarrassed brain cell at a time.

Evil Grocer Bandits Vs. the Little Leather Pocketbook

In Essays, The Daily Drool on July 10, 2009 at 7:44 am

I’ve not been paying all that much attention to the news lately… perhaps it’s because it has all been so awful.  So when my grocery bill kind of took my socks off this week, I set to scanning it with fervor – and guess how surprised I was to see that our sales tax had gone UP!  I am now paying nearly 10 cents to the dollar on every CA purchase!  OUCH!

But that’s not all I realized… the price of the taxable groceries have gone up too.  Way up.  What’s even more appalling is that the crafty price gougers at Ralph’s have gone about it with such deceit!  You see, they raise the price of your favorite orange juice from $3.69 to $4.29, then they attach one of those little “Ralph’s Club member price” tags to the case screaming out the new bargain price of $3.69.  You toss a carton in your basket, not realizing that the new “sale” price is the old regular price, and that the only one doing any saving is Mr. Ralph himself.

And you get angry.

Your grocery bill is higher, your taxes are higher… gas is outrageous!   And you start to wonder how evil McDonald’s really is if they’re the only deal left in town.   I mean, selling double cheeseburgers for a buck!  That’s a downward-spiraling-economy’s golden ticket.

But in all honesty, just what the $$$ is going on?

At one of my waitressing jobs, I remember very distinctly the owner coming in with new menus, having just raised all the prices.  When I asked what to tell our customers when they asked why the raise in prices, he told me (with a very straight face) that the Iraq war was to blame.  I guffawed (because I do that when handed a plate of grade A bullshit) and told him that I seriously doubted customers were going to believe that tensions overseas were causing a price jump in lettuce.

But they did.

And he kept raising those prices as a result.

Because what happened is that the people transporting the lettuce were paying out the ass in gas – it was cutting into their profits.  So they raised their prices to transport, which in turn cut into the lettuce growers profits, so they raised the price of the lettuce, which led my employer to raise the price of his salads… which led some of our customers to stay home for lunch where they could make their own damn salad.

And I just can’t help but wonder when it is all going to end?  Will it take till consumers have nothing left to give?  Who is winning here?  Are the people at the top taking any cuts, or are they just bleeding us all dry in order to keep their own busting bank accounts full?   I hear about CEO’s loosing their multi-million dollar bonuses, but when will any of it help US out?

I just have to wonder, with everyone passing the buck, how are we ever going to settle this disastrous bill?

Food, Glorious Food!

In Essays, The Daily Drool on March 26, 2009 at 4:31 pm

Alright, admit it, you love to eat.  

You should love to eat.  

Aside from serving the basic function of fueling our energy driven bodies, food is one of the greatest and simplest sources of pleasure in life.   So it’s no wonder we agonize over what it is we put in our mouths.  It’s no wonder that one of the most popular methods of courtship involve “Getting a bite to eat”. And  it’s no wonder that sometimes we over do it and end up having to buy bigger pants…  But my point is this:  Food, glorious food, is meant to be enjoyed.

So why, then, do some insist on turning it into a chore?  An agonizing process of martyrdom that leaves everyone around you fleeing the dark cloud you carry with you to the table?  

I recently had the pleasure of encountering one such person – let’s call him Mr. Hungry.  Mr. Hungry is always hungry because he’s always eating nuts and other things that naturally fall off of plants, haven’t been cooked, or processed, and have names I can’t pronounce, and don’t satisfy or leave you feeling full.  Ever.  Does he do it because he’s the victim of some sort of serious allergies?  No.  Does he have moral objections to inhuman animal processessing?  Probably.  But, and I may be stepping out on a limb here, I think that Mr. Hungry’s real impetus for suffering is the attention he gets from his loud, rumbling, miserable tummy.  

You see, Mr. Hungry can’t suffer in silence.  He has to tell everyone around him how woeful his very limited options are.  He has to poo-poo the items on everyone elses plates… I’m on the verge of poo-pooing Mr. Hungry! 

Because Mr. Hungry needs to fill the empty spaces in his gut with the attention (misinterpreted antipathy) of his audience.

Meanwhile, I’m over here reveling in the absolute heaven that is a chocolate dipped strawberry and not feeling the least bit guilty.