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It’s SO Not Fair!
Since I’m the only body in this house that actually eats chocolate chip cookies, I learned long ago that it’s actually better for me to buy the pre-made dough, than to make them from scratch. Why? Because I eat as many as I make. I have no self-control. I can, however, pull out a package of break and bake cookie dough and only cook up three or four cookies. It works for me.
Or it did.
Until today.
I craved chocolate chip cookies all day long. Finally I pre-heated the oven, pulled out a package, and broke off a few (or eight, depending on your definition of few). Once they finished cooking, I returned to my computer with a tall, cool glass of milk and a plate of hot, gooey, chocolate chip cookies.
These are the actual cookies in question
The very first post to pull up in my reader – cookie in hand, as of yet unbitten – was a warning that Nestle Toll House Cookie Dough has been recalled because of E. coli. Outbreaks all across the country. Granted most of the people infected had eaten the cookie dough raw, and I, for once, had not. Still the CDC recommends that you not eat the cookie dough cooked either.
So heads up. Be careful.
Meanwhile, my entire house smells like cookies.
And you thought haggis was strange
People show up at the little grocery tents to pick up the Scottish delights that are so difficult to find around here throughout the rest of the year.
Some of the foods don’t surprise me in the least, such as the canned haggis (and vegetarian haggis), shortbread cookies, marmite, and Irn-Bru (like orange soda but a little less sweet).
Some things just leave me shaking my head.
I don’t do canned peas to start with, “mushy” canned peas is just a little too much.
Salad cream – looks like straight miracle whip.
and of course, no meal is complete without eating spotted dick (surely there’s a pill for that).
UPDATE: We went grocery shopping today and found the salad cream (which still sounds to me like something you would put in your hair) and the spotted dick at our store. Who knew? At least we’ve been spared the mushy peas. I’m sure you’re all relieved to know you can get spotted dick in Seattle.
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The Bite of Seattle
Last night The Outlaw Baker and I crashed The Bite of Seattle. Oh my goodness, such yummy scrumptiousness!
I had to take these pictures to share with Adventures in Roadkill (we didn’t try any as we were already stuffed)
“Butt on a Bun Yummy”
This sign confused me
Then once we’d eaten till we could no longer move we sat in a carbohydrate induced stupor and stared at the Space Needle and International Fountain.
The Bite of Seattle continues all day today and tomorrow. Stop by if you’re in the area.
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On eating better
I had the munchies this morning. Real bad.
I went out for a walk and stopped in one of the mom and pop shops to get something to eat. I don’t know how long I spent in that store, but I think the guy behind the counter was starting to wonder about me. I spent a huge amount of time looking at the cookies. Wow, there’s a lot of cookies out there, even in the Mom and Pops. I looked over the nuts and the chips and I was about to give up when I spotted the apple chips. You see, I’m unofficially officially on a diet – meaning I’m going to watch what I eat and eat less garbage but I’m not going to weigh everything I eat or spend all my brain cells counting fat grams and calories.
Something about the apple chips caught my attention and said “yum” to me. The fact that they came in flavors like cinnamon and caramel certainly didn’t hurt anything. And it said right on the package, “A heathier option.” Well, if one is healthier than two should surely help me rack up some good fruit and veggie karma. I bought both the cinnamon and carmel flavors and took them back to my little den where I sit and curse my computer, my professors, my %^$& lack of abilitiy to concentrate or string one coherent sentance after another, and anything else I can think of to blame for why I can’t seem to get these papers done.
Back to clacking away at these papers and nibbling away at the apple chips as I type. Four hours later, as I’m staring around the room giving my eyes a break from the monitor (I’ve been at this since 6 this morning) I catch a glimps of the nutritional info on the back of the apple chip bag.
Each bag contained 2.5 single ounce servings. Each serving had 140 calories and 7 grams of fat. So after happily munching away on two bags of apple chips and blissfully thinking I was gonna get some kind of kudos for actually eating an apple, I actually consumed 700 calories and 35 grams of fat. So much for not counting calories or fat grams. At 540 calories and 29 grams of fat, I could have gone ahead and had a Big Mac. Gah! I’m so depressed I might need some chocolate.
