Happy Monday, kiddos! Hope your weekend was filled with joy and wonderfulness. Our weekend wasn’t bad at all. It was a bit busy, but not the annoying, pull my hair out busy. Perhaps we are just in a better head space now? Well, ok, we were in a better head space on Sunday. Saturday wasn’t all joy and wonderfulness… But, that’s another story.

So, Sunday, Heidi and I went to a brunch hosted by my boss. The place it was held was beautiful, and Heidi and I had not been there before, so it was a very nice treat. The food was fantastalicious and there was plenty to choose from for the less evolved people in the party (those plant eaters). For the fully evolved carnivores there was plenty of dead, sliced critter to choose from. FANTASTIC!

I think the best part was the Mimosa’s that they kept shoving down your throat. All of a sudden, brunches are awesome to me! :)

Have a spanktacular Monday, and carry it through to the weekend! Let’s string Monday up by it’s neck and beat it silly with a lead pipe. PRING!!!

Today is Lumpia Day! We are going to have a lumpia wrapping party. LOL These will be used for Rhys’ party next weekend… So, Heidi has a long week of fighting me off of the stores so I don’t eat it all before the party. Dude! Lumpia is SO freakin good. Charles will attest to it if he still reads this blog.

I’ve been doin good with my Post-a-Day thing, so I’m gonna give myself a break this weekend. Might get short articles this weekend. :)

Take care out there!

Jingle bells, jingle bells fa-la-la-la-la-la-la! The holiday spirit is upon us, like a fat kid on a cupcake! So, toss some sprinkles on it, and eat it up, people!! And, while you’re at it, why don’t you take a look at my wishlist, and Heidi’s wishlist. I mean, you know, since you are in the giving spirit and all. ;) Just kidding, of course (buy us something). We are just putting it up there for family and friends (and perfect strangers) in case they are looking for it (or even if they’re not).

In other news, I’m DYING to do some real cooking. Lately we’ve been cooking those quicky staples around here. You know, Hurry-Up-And-Cook-Damnit-Cuz-I’m-Late-For-Work-Fried-Rice, or the ever so popular I-Sure-Hope-This-Tastes-Better-Than-It-Smells-Noodles-And-Something. What I wouldn’t give right now to have the time, and ingredients for a nice Steak Au Poivre, or a big ol vat of Sinagang. Heidi and I are going to make some lumpia this weekend in prep for Rhys’ family get together for his birthday. I cannot wait to sink my teeth into that! It’s going to be so damn good!

Everything is pretty typical other than those items. I’m still smoke free, and my new office is really starting to get the chi flowin… or something…

So, I stumbled on to the following blog post on Su Good Eats. It sounded like a wonderful idea to me, since I’m a fan of Cottage Cheese and Ice Cream. Give it a look and let me know if you try it out! If I ever get around to it, I will report back.

Creamed Cheese Ice Cream

For the love of Sweet Baby Jesus can we just let evolution take its course?

This just in: Complete Idiot Almost “Dies” After Eating Cheese from McDonald’s. In his defense, apparently everyone on his planet is allergic to this strange Earth substance known as cheese. Being the hyper picky foodie that I am, I can understand this fool’s plight. Especially when you go to a fast food joint. You tell them no onions! You tell them AGAIN NO FREAKIN ONIONS! Then you look at the sandwich and WTF is that? ONIONS! My god, it pisses you off to no end. But, you know what? I know that I have a distaste for onions, so I check my freakin burger, because it’s an unpleasant experience to bite into an onion.

Now, let’s check check out this Rocket Surgeon’s train of thought…

Wow! I’m hungry. I think I’ll go to McDonald’s for two QPs! I should, however, note that I am allergic to cheese. In fact I could DIE if I eat cheese. So, I will be sure to tell the underpaid, doesn’t-give-a-crap-about-me, burger flipper that I can’t have cheese. I will in fact be sure to tell the order taker, the payment taker, and the server the same thing. Surely then, it will not have the deadly cheese substance on it — because it can cause me to DIE!! Next, I will take my QPs to a darkened room, and proceed to immediately shove them into my mouth. I won’t check them for cheese, because I don’t have time to look for the bright, unnatural, yellow color melted all over my hamburger. I MEAN CHEESE IS SO HARD TO SEE!!! AND I TOLD THEM FIVE TIMES!! … … OMG I’M DYING!

That’s it in a nutshell (no pun intended). This guy’s family decides to speed him to the emergency room (since he’s dying). After the hospital “saves his life” (the $700 bill is telltale of the heroic effort it required), this smacktard and his super genius family are now suing McDonald’s.

So, in conclusion, how did this suit even get past the hysterical laughter of the judge? I mean, for christ sake, I check my burgers like I were looking for the black plague, and all I do is vomit if I eat an onion. This guy could DIE, and he doesn’t check for CHEESE!? Have you ever tried to find a lone McDonald’s onion on a QP!? Ugh…

Recently Heidi got back on track with the whole eating better, healthy, animal rights, hug a tree, hippy train. I applaud her willpower and conviction to it. I especially give her credit for not being a preachy veggiehead who you just want to slap around with a beef stick — thanks for that honey.

One of the byproducts of her going on this stand against evolution is that I get caught up in the whole eating better thing. It’s not a bad thing by any means. I don’t think anyone would argue that I could stand to benefit from a better diet. It just makes me realize a few things. Especially since her new passion (well, rekindled old passion, perhaps) is much farther reaching than just not eating meat. She’s not a vegan, so she still eats cheese, eggs, etc… She steers away from anything that contains animals in the product. I tried to argue the whole eggs are the chicken, thing, but the old chicken before the egg dilemma came up, and I lost interest.

Anyway, to the point! She’s changing out many of our products to comply with these standards. Now, I don’t hate animals. I just happen to think they are quite tasty when dropped into some searing hot peanut oil. I don’t condone animal abuse, or cruel living conditions — even if they are food. So, I guess, I’m on an organic kick. The way I understand it is organic food is treated better and not pumped with hormones, preservatives and other whatnots. I care not to get into it deeper than that.

What I’ve come to discover is, you don’t know what you got till it’s gone!! Like preservatives! What a difference they make! Organic hotdogs have to practically be flash frozen if you want to keep them for more than a nanosecond. My organic half and half spoiled before the due date (which in itself was only a few days off the purchase date). The hot dogs are fine. I mean, we try to steer clear of hot dogs in general. But, we have a three year old, and sometimes you just opt for easy. But, I think I’m going to have to say I like preservatives in my dairy products. Not all modern advances (additives) are bad! I think some preservatives are actually animal based, tho. Which *I* don’t have a problem with. But, a certain redhead I know does… :-P