Tuesday, May 26, 2009


Sigh. If only I could be as obsessive about writing in this blog as I am about reading / stalking other people's blogs.

It's true, I'm a blog-stalker. It has become part of my daily routine, to the point where I now check in on certain people's blogs as though I actually know them . . . which I don't. This is both weird / kinda creepy, and strangely satisfying and addictive -- much like a Real Housewives of NYC marathon.

A lot of the blogs that I follow religiously are food-blogs, so I thought that making May "foodie" month on this here blog would be easy. Turn on the stove, snap some photos of some meals, voila!

Not so, kids. Turns out . . . I don't cook much. I mean, I "cook" . . . in that I take previously raw ingredients and heat them to a temperature at which it is safe to consume them. But my food routine does not usually vary all that much -- and when it does, it is often not worth documenting. As in: "I got drunk and decided pizza at the bar, followed by a bagel and iced coffee at 1am would be a good food choice" . . . or "I'm currently really stressed about the volatile state of my life, and so I consumed an entire box of Weight Watchers latte bars in a 24 hour period". Boring, uninspired salads followed by random binges do not a foodie blog-post make. I fail. Forgive me.

I did do a fair bit of munching over the Memorial Day weekend, however! I spent the better part of my mini-break in the 'burbs at a friend's wedding -- which always makes for delicious nibbles. The favors were something my friend referred to as "Christmas Crack". I'm guessing her mom typically makes this stuff for the holidays . . . and it is, indeed, dangerously addictive -- the more sophisticated cousin to my old bark standby. I wish I had a photo to share . .. but sadly, it has all been consumed. Basically it was buttery squares of chocolate and pecans with a crushed saltine crust. Drool.

I came home yesterday in time for a cookout with the gang:

We all offered our best culinary contributions here -- sweet potatoes and mac n' cheese, meats, cocktails, homemade guac, a heavenly fruit salad with marshmallow that was like a decadent dessert (but "healthy", cuz there was fruit in it!) homemade Depression-era peanut butter cookies and snickerdoodles . . . and, of course, a very uninspired salad by yours truly. But, as with all things, its the company and not the menu that truly makes a meal. This weekend was the perfect kick-off to summer, and I can't wait for sunny days ahead -- no matter what the rest of my wacky life has in store.

Monday, May 11, 2009

mmmmm . . . may.

Holy crap, its May!

Now that the sun is shining, birds are singing, green things are growing . . . I have been busy! During the “hibernation months” I forget how nice it is to leave the house. Oh, Spring. Never leave me.

I gotta admit, I don’t really have a “theme” for the month of May. I’m still workin’ on the comedy, still trying to be more friendly and funky in my day-to-day life. I was looking back through some of my earlier posts, and found my List of Completely Achievable Goals for 2009. I’ve been a little lacking on some of my goals. Surprise, surprise.

Since Spring is a time of “rebirth”, it seems like a good time to resurrect these bad boys. In fact, I’ve been consciously working on “Not Dieting” for the past couple weeks. Perhaps my success / failure in this seemingly idiot-proof task would be a good blog-topic for May? Do you guys really wanna read about my bizarre-o relationship with food?

Sure you do. Because everyone loves food. And every loves hearing about other people’s weird phobias and hang-ups. Put the two together – you’ve got yourself an Insanity Sandwich!

This might also be a good time for me to resurrect my food blogging project – see the sidebar. I’ve been trying to make some headway in the kitchen for awhile – hell, I even bought a cookbook. But up until now, the pressing need to document every morsel I put in my mouth and all the sordid nutritional stats has made the whole “lets play in the kitchen!” concept really daunting. But no more. I have not written down a single thing I’ve eaten so far this May . . . and I don’t weigh 200 pounds yet.

Miracles do happen!

So May is all about bellyin’ up to the kitchen table and learning to not freak about food / fat / body-image crap. LOL – the month of May might need to be 48 weeks longer than it actually is. But whatever – one meal at a time, people!