The package reads:
“Pronounced Grape-Els, these tasty treats look like an apple, but taste like a Concord grape.”
Has anyone ever had these? Are they any good? I’m not allowed to buy them because they are ‘genetically modified’ says Miss Possible. What a bummer.
Okay, you have to pick your last meal. It can be anything you want, however many courses you want, and comes with any beverage (alcoholic or not) you want. What will it be?
As for me, I have very little idea. I’ve had discussions with friends about what our favorite foods are and I’ve never really been able to nail anything down. I know I’ve had some dishes that have knocked my socks off, but I’ll be darned if I can remember them all. In a pinch, I might go with clam chowder, fried clams with tartar sauce, cole slaw, french fries, chocolate mousse cake, and enough champagne to choke a horse.
What about you? What’ll you have?
Is it okay to simply leave cash (and tip, if applicable) on the table and leave the restaurant if you’ve been left waiting an excruciatingly long time for the check? Do you get stuck in this unenviable situation as often as I do (which is quite often, I assure you)? The problem is that this is a debit card world and I rarely go to a restaurant with the intention of paying cash, so I’m stuck waiting for the waiter or waitress anyway. But, if I do have cash, is there anything wrong with just leaving the money on the table and taking off? The main reason I haven’t attempted this before is because I’m scarred from that January 1996 incident (Captain, you know what I’m saying) at the “Cafe,” and I figure that if the server saw me leaving the restaurant, he/she would think I was skipping out on the bill and it would lead to an uncomfortable incident.
I’m thinking of turning over a new leaf in 2007 and trying to be more cash-oriented. This will require me to stick to more of a budget. Best of all, it will give me peace of mind when eating out, knowing that I’ll never again be held prisoner by the waitstaff. Freedom!
After our recent relocation to the West Coast, MP and I had decided not to take the trip back East for the Thanksgiving holiday. As a result, we opted to have our own Thanksgiving (just the two of us) here in Santa Clara. Last Sunday we did all our shopping and the menu looked something like this:
Turkey, of course
Darlene’s Crockpot Stuffing®
Apple-Cranberry Chutney
Sweet Potato Mash
Two-Potato Mash
Green Beans
and MP’s favorite — Hot Rolls.
Apple Pie w/ Vanilla Ice Cream
Pumpkin Pie with Vanilla Ice Cream
With the exception of a minor snafu with the Turkey (not knowing how long to cook it for, and without a meat thermometer things got a little dicey), everything went according to plan. After all was said and done, the dinner table was set and everything was delicious. Looking at the picture, it’s hard to imagine that all this food was for just two people — but it was. And boy do we have leftovers.
I guess that’s what Thanksgiving is for, though, right? More Thanksgiving photos
I was watching Jeopardy! the other evening, and one of the answers (in case you live in a cave, on Jeopardy!, the answers are given first and the contestants supply the questions) involved something about “quahogs.” I scanned the answer on the screen before Alex Trebeck got to that word and I waited. But to my surprise, he pronounced it correctly. I said to Swedish Girl, “He pronounced it right this time. Good to see he learned from his mistake.” I then explained how nearly 10 years earlier, I was watching Jeopardy! (with Captain Larby, I believe) and Trebeck mispronounced “quahog” as it looks (kwah-hog), which is not the correct pronunciation (ko-hog). I cringed when I heard it the first time because this is the man who is supposed to know everything…or at least pretend that he knows everything (hey, it’s not like we don’t know that he has all the answers on those blue index cards). Trebeck is the man I love to hate (well, hate is much too strong a word, so I’ll say I like to pick on him). He relishes showing off his over-the-top French pronunciation and he shows no shame when he breaks out his Arnold Schwarzenegger impersonation (or any other outlandish-sounding celebrity), but apparently he possesses no knowledge of shellfish. But he came through a decade later and made my day.
A few weeks back, while I was at the grocery store I stumbled upon a treat that I hadn’t had since I was a kid. They come 24 in a box, and they’re the simplest frozen treat you can find — Fla-Vor-Ice.
When I first brought them home, I’d have one or two a night.. but it’s become an out-of-control problem. I’m now up to 4,5,6 popsicles per night — especially with the latest heat wave that’s hit the New York area. I’ve practically worn a path between the couch and the freezer, during my many trips back and forth to get (yet another) popsicle.
The best thing about this, though, is that there’s nothing to these things. I used to have a bowl of Soy Ice Cream for dessert (450 Calories, 26g of Fat). Fla-Vor-Ice pops (even 6 of them) are still so much better for you than ice cream. These things are 25 calories per popsicle, and 0 grams of fat. What a nice treat!
Just the other night, MP asked me “Hey, why is it that every time I come into the kitchen, the scissors are out on the counter?” To this, I had no response — just a guilty smile. She eventually figured it out. But that’s how bad these things have gotten.
My only concern is that the last time I was at the store, they only had two boxes left. I should’ve bought both of them while I had the chance. I just hope that they still have them when I head back this on Sunday. If not, I might need to scour the city of Hoboken on a Fla-Vor-Ice rampage.
Now, if you’ll excuse me.. I’ve got to make another run to the kitchen.
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