Turkey-lurky-time

Back in the burgh'. The City of Champions. My home sweet home.

A glorious week under the gray winter skies I've come to miss in my Southern California habitat.  

Last night, on the eve before my most favorite day of the whole year, Thanksgiving, I partook in some Pub Quiz at the Brillobox.  Not only did the fantastic team I belong to, "The Mall Punx" gather for a reunion, but we won third place and a free appetizer!  Really we tied for second but unfortunately did not win the tie-breaker, an arm wrestling match.  We go for brains, not brawn on our team...

Later we danced and boozed our troubles away. Even later I found myself at Gooski's well past 2am, nursing a Straub, feeling the hunger pains I can safely say I won't feel for at least 2 weeks.  When saying some long goodbyes, I noticed a discarded bag of Snyder's of Berlin BBQ Potato Chips.  Some might ignore this gift from a stranger and write it off as disgusting and desperate, but all I saw was my #1 snack choice ages 7-12.  

I checked to make sure they were truly abandoned and then I swooped down upon those gems.  Sweet and tangy, salty and msg-y. No yummy crisp that melts in your mouth so quickly.

I'm too glad to be back in my potato chip mecca... 

The one, true, love.

Cola. Soda. POP.  Coca-Cola Classic.  Coke.  My beloved... no really.  That slightly sugary, fizzy, thirst-quencher is my boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend to be exact.  

On my recent surge to become healthy(something slightly difficult when you are poor) and fit, I gave up my dear friend and lover, Coca-Cola Classic.  Yes some could say, drink diet! Or Zero! Or Diet DR. Pepper.  But really I have one trusie, and that's CCC.  But really I realized how much my tall glass of corn syrup and flavorings was really affecting my health... and I had to break both our hearts.

It's been three months since I've known the pleasure of an Icy Cold Coke. I've been cheating, though. Only recently did I discover through the Red Bull girls (that substance even worse than Coke) who visit my workplace every month or so that there is a new, hot cola on the market. Red Bull Cola.  I don't want to say too much out of respect for my dear love Coke, but things are kind of working out between me and Red Bull Cola.  I know it's a temporary fling, as it's trendy, no preservatives or artificiality, and totes Vegan!!  Really my heart does belong to Coca but I just need this affair. I promise I will go back to abstaining from all soda pops once this thing is through to remember my lost love...

These dirty health food tricksters were in on the second RB COLA encounter... and here I though I was getting some Right Wing Junkfoodz and I really got some healthy cornstarch bullshit!  

These are bullshit chips!! And yes they are eligible for this blog.  Glenny's American Fries...potato starch, bland , cardboard blarf.

Lay's OG 'Classic'

Classic. O-ridge.  The standby.  Perfect with any piece of chocolate. Crisp, salty, greazzzy, and nutty.  The go-to snack when you are in 7-Eleven after being up for nearly 40 hours and you need something to go with those Oreo Cakesters, cookie dough ice cream, and a hazelnut coffee.  

I realized last night that you can predict the outcome of the election polls by just visting your local 7-Eleven that happens to carry Obama blue cups or McCain red cups.  I must admit this is quite

 smart of the big wigs in kwik-e-mart land.  They know before anyone else according to their inventory of election cups who will take the prize November 4th.  

At this particular Miracle Mile 7-Eleven I was puttering around in, it seems the demographic that picks up a burrito and Frozen Coke at 2:45am is also voting a landslide for Obama.  McCain's cups were lonely and untouched while Obama's were in need of a re-stock.  It could be that the demographic purchasing flavors at 7-Eleven would definitely not be interested in McCa

in's cups, just as they aren't interested in his politics.  Even the McCain voters aren't McCain supporters, so they just opt for the "I'm Undecided" normal 7-Eleven cup as to not attract the disapproving looks from people who want to stop them for a lecture on why they are wrong for choosing McCain on the way to their 80k a year job.

These classic Lay's are complimenting my Frosted Fugde Brownie by Audie deliciously this lazy Sunday in bed not cleaning my house in preparation of the arrival of my second oldest sister and momz.  Once again I'm licking the bag.  Please feel shame for me because clearly I have none.

Tattooz

My new favorite Sharpie is the ultrrra fine point in Aqua as it provides the perfect shade of teal for my homemade Herr's Potato Chip bag tattoo on my inner ankle.

The Final Farewell

THE FINAL FAREWELL

Come to this show!  This Friday @ L'Keg Gallery in Echo Park.  I'm showing a few of my inferior shots while true artists will be displaying some breathtaking ones.  Did I mention there will be drinks too?  

5 clams, don't be cheap.  1170 Glendale Blvd. 

What the Dill-io?

My awesome boss brought me Dill Pickle potato chips today, fresh from her homeland, Canada.  

What a lovely present that I was far too eager to unwrap.  I hadn't even left the store before my hands were buried deep in the bag, stealing crisp after crisp before I could get them home and treat them right with the pairing of a Hershey's Bar (or another S'more as that's the way I'm swinging as of yesterday).

Today I planned on partaking in Herr's Salt and Vin with the Sugar Free Chocolate Frozen Yogurt from Yogurt Haven but the sugar demons were out to get me and YH was not in possession of the yummy low calorie treat.  Therefore I succumbed to them and ordered the deadly Milk Chocolate flavor.  I didn't even add a bag of chips to my devilish delight as I felt guilty enough.  At least I showed some restraint.  As long as I don't have a Coca-Cola Classic...

The Dill Pickle chips are incredible.  Perfect, exploding with flavor, and I wish I could eat 20 bags of them all tonight. 

A blessing and a curse.

Herr's Sour Cream & Onion

Sou Crems and On. Two major thumbs up! Fine family fun.  Especially with S'mores.  yes I've fallen.  I avoided the sugar and then a clever gift of a Nerd Rope showed in a Transfer from my old store in Pittsburgh to my new one.  It overjoyed me and I just had to eat it. Only a halfsies...I split it.  But then it set off a chain of events that led to an entire box of nerds in front of my face.  Peer pressure gave way and I had just a few.  Then it was all about the sweeties nipped here and there.  Dessert twice this weekend led me to an all out binge on S'mores this evening.  I just can't resist the thought of chocolate and potato chips. The perfect combo. The deadly ones.  I welcome you diabetes. Me and Wilford Brimley will live out our lives in insulin glory.  But at least we had a good time while it lasted....