Monday, February 23, 2009

What is Jack's Inflamed Sense of Rejection?

Ah...I missed that condescending son of a bitch, Alex Trebek!

It's been a while since I watched Jeopardy! so I decided to tune in today. I swear, within 10 seconds of turning on the TV, I hear..."Sorry Jeanie, you're only allowed to respond with one incorrect answer at a time." smug chuckle Sure, he's an over-educated, under-sexed, pompous know-it-all, but we love him in all his HD glory.

It's dangerous to watch Jeopardy! in HD sometimes. I just get sucked in and totally forget what's on the stove. sigh I did exactly that and overcooked the clams. Ya, they weren't the best clams but good enough for clams in a box. They were Trader Joe's Steamer Clams in garlic butter sauce. The sauce was a bit salty but, yes, definitely buttery & garlic-y.

I imagine they woulda tasted slightly better had I not over steamed them. Just slightly. I'm just glad Alex wasn't here to critique me, to tell me where I went wrong & eventually, say that I should know better than to buy frozen clams. At which point, I would yell: "Yes, I know Alex! I shoulda went to the Chinese fish market to get fresh clams! And salmon sashimi for $8.99 per pound!"

Man, now I'm bummed. I didn't have a great meal and I'm left craving the fresh, delicious salmon sashimi...

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Pigging out for Good

Share Our Strength - Taste of the Nation Las Vegas
Thursday June 4, 2009

Share Our Strength - Taste of the Nation Los Angeles
Sunday June 14, 2009

Monday, February 9, 2009

Chubby Chased 7 & 8

I've said it before and I'll say it again. We is in trouble now. And by we I mean me and my fat ass.

This afternoon I was telling Naughty Blonde that I had overindulged on carbs. I've not been withholding carbs from myself for the past coupla weeks and I felt like it showed. My weight oscillates easily. I gain quickly and I lose quickly. So I was complaining that I was feeling the clothes being tight again. Being the comforting friend, Naughty Blonde said I looked fine. But what I feared was confirmed within a few hours of my complaint.

On the way home I stopped by the bank and the pharmacy.

First the bank. Chubby Chaser and I pulled into the parking lot at about the same time. There were three ATMs available. Both of us were polite. We used the ATMs at the ends, saving the ATM in the middle unoccupied, giving each other space. I finished before Chubby Chaser and started walking to my car, and I could hear someone walking behind me. I knew it was Chubby Chaser.

Chubby Chaser: Excuse me.

Fat Girl: Yes?

Chuuby Chaser: I just wanted to give you my business card. Maybe you can call me. I would love to take you out to dinner some time. (how did he know the way to my heart is through a good meal? heee)

Fat Girl: (smiling sweetly) Thank you, I have a boyfriend.

Chubby Chaser: Oh, well you tell him that he's a lucky man.

Fat Girl: (still smiling sweetly) Thank you.

Now, this Chubby Chaser was nice and polite. He drove a nice car, was dressed well and he even had proper ATM etiquette. But you know when there's no attraction? So...yeah, that "boyfriend" thing. 'Twas a lie. Sorry, Chubby Chaser.

I head across the street to the pharmacy. There are three people in line ahead of me. The first two did their business quickly, but not the guy in front of me. He started arguing with pharmacist about the automated reminder system and how much it sucked. I was about to say, "Look, jackass. You didn't come pick up your pills in time. Nobody's fault but yours." But pharmacist beat me to it.

Finally, I pick up my prescription. I was walking out as another Chubby Chaser was walking in. I didn't make direct eye contact with him, but out of the corner of my eye I saw him check me out. Chubby Chaser actually turned around and followed me to my car, which was a little creepy since night had fallen.

Chubby Chaser: Hey, girl. What's going on widchu, honey?

Fat Girl: (smile nicely as I get into my car & lock the doors)

Sooo...the saying goes: "You know you've gained weight when black men start hitting on you."

Well...both of the Chubby Chasers were black. BOTH! I was chubby chased by two black men within 20 minutes. What does that tell you?!?! It sure as hell tells me I need to stop stuffing my piehole and get a personal trainer for my fat ass.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Vegas Vacation: Year of the Ox Part Deux

I would be remiss if I didn't tell you about the yummy food we had at Encore and Palazzo. It's always great to dine at the restaurants of high end hotels cuz a good meal is just about guaranteed.

On Monday morning/afternoon we were still quite in love with that steak we had at Brand so our expectations were high when we entered Socitey Cafe at Encore.

TV1 ordered the Loaded burger - bacon, cheddar, avocado, onion ring with french fries.

I ordered the Grilled ham and cheese - kurobuta ham, gruyere cheese, frissee salad topped with poached egg. (It's kinda like a deconstructed eggs benedict.)

TV1 gave me half of her burger for half of my ham and cheese. Both were yummy and hit the spot. The burger was flavorful and juicy. The ham and cheese was cheesey, greasy and fatty, just the way I like it.

By the way, their pretzel bread with house-made mustard butter is great! Of course we had to ask for more...almost took some to go. heehee

I'm pretty sure it was Tuesday night that we went to Grand Lux at Palazzo. We decided to share and go with everything fried. We ordered:

Double Stuffed Potato Spring Rolls -Creamy mashed potatoes with a touch of green onion, rolled in crispy asian wrappers topped with melted cheddar, applewood smoked bacon and green onion. Served with sour cream.

Fried chicken - Crispy fried chicken breast served with mashed potatoes and vegetables.

New Orleans Beignets - Served warm with three sauces. (Our three sauces were, chocolate ganache, rasberry and white sauce with Jack Daniels.)

Me love fried foods! The spring rolls were great, but they were a little stingy with the cheddar and bacon. We practically licked that plate clean to get every bit of cheese & bacon. teehee The fried chicken was indeed crispy, but I do enjoy dark meat better and the meat left on the bone. The chocolate ganache sauce was my favorite, of course. The Jack Daniels sauce should not be served again.

Sadly, our last Vegas meal together was so much less than five stars. It was at the airport, at some terrible Mexican place called Jose No Bueno or soemthing like that. It was like a Mexican restaurant sweatshop. It was cramped, packed, hot and stuffy and the employees were overworked and on the verge of throwing the 10-parts-water-two-parts-avacado-guacamole in somebody's face, mainly my face since I bristled at paying for that green dish water they called guacamole.

I was hoping to get on my short flight home and grab a Double Double to help me forget Jose no Bueno, but no. My flight was delayed for over three hours. I wanted to enjoy my Inc. magazine with two empty seats between me and another waiting passenger, but no again. A stupid cow sat down next to me with a big unappetizingly bland looking burger. She dropped lettuce, tomato and some kinda sauce all over the place. A big piece of lettuce almost fell into my purse. So like the bitch that I am, I sighed loudly. (It's what Naughty Blonde calls passive aggressive sighing.) The stupid cow didn't get the hint. She finished eating in about two minutes and as she got up, all sorts of crumbs and grey bits of hamburger patty fell to the floor. I know I, too, lose myself in food, but damn!