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So I’m pregnant with our second…and craving Buffalo wings. I’ve always loved Wingstop in the past…luscious, plump drumettes…finger-licking wings. The original sauce was just spicy enough for this pregnant Momma. (their fries weren’t bad, as well)

We ordered some.

Boy, were we disappointed.
These were the puniest, most annorexic chicken wings I’ve ever had the misfortune of seeing…the whole lot of them.
I was so disappointed, I even took a picture of it. (I placed a quarter next to it so you can visually see how small…go ahead: take out a quarter and imagine how disappointingly small these were!) And I didn’t just pick out the smallest. The anomaly in both boxes were the two lonely “normal” sized wings amongst the pygmy wings.

It’s really too bad. I really did like their food…one of the few ‘fast food’ places I actually liked.
I plan on writing Wingstop. I hope they see the errors of their way and go back to their roots.

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Yes, I know…they are very trendy now…and have been for a year or two. But I LOVE cupcakes. I always have. There’s something…sweet, nostalgic, satisfying…poetic about that little bit of goodness. For some people, it’s just the perfect amount…not too little, not too much. For others, finishing one leaves you wanting just one more bite.

<sigh>

I haven’t found a good place here in town. <sniff>

We did find a place in NYC. Billy’s. I’ll have to find my sister’s picture of the cupcake I had. It wasn’t a fancy design…but it BEGGED to be eaten.

So if I can’t eat them, I might as well read about them:

Cupcake sites or blogs to get you started:

Cupcakes Take the Cake (This site has a nice list of stores and links.)

Cupcake by Chockylit (unfortunately, she stopped blogging)

52 Cupcakes

Some cakes by ‘real’ people:

Cakes by Ashley (not cupcakes…but still fun to look at)

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Traditionally, if your mother was the one to do the majority of the cooking in your house growing up, then the title statement means something to you. I’m sure even English men and women say the same thing…despite what the world may think of English food.

My honey, B, has always told me that his mom is the best cook ever. As much as I like to think I can cook pretty well, I will never try to compete with her. Why? Because it’s not a battle I can ever win. Even if I win the Pillsbury Bake-Off…or the Texas State Fair blue ribbon…or whatever. HIS MOTHER will always be the best.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t try to make things for him that he talks about…”When I was growing up, my mom use to make….”

For example, today, for some reason I decided to make Scrapple. (And no, it’s not the wrong way to say the tea/fruit drink you see advertised.) I had to have them explain to me what that was. My MIL is originally from up North. Grew up in Pennsylvania where Scrapple is a staple. Basically, cornmeal mush (like Polenta) with whatever ‘scrap’ of pork product you had on hand. I love the frugality of the Pennsylvania Dutch (Deutsche)! One site said that they used every part of the pig except the squeal.

Anyway, after I did some researching, I got how to make this from “Mix whatever pork stuff you had leftover from dinner/breakfast.” to “Go to the slaughter house. Ask for the head, feet, tongue, brain, etc. and boil them.” Needless to say, I did not take the later suggestion. I did, however, stay with the principal of use whatever you have in the house. If it’s not in the fridge or the pantry, it doesn’t need it. (more…)

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I’m actually putting this in here today to have a link. But if you want snark, he’s a master at it!

He writes about his opinion on the ‘stars’ of Food Network. I hate meanness…but it’s like a car accident you can look away from. And he’s over the top…so you take everything he says with a grain of salt. “There goes Tony again.” *shaking head*

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You know, smells are very subjective. There are things that pretty much everybody agrees smells good. Like fresh baked cookies or bread. Some are not as crystal clear. I had a friend who LOVED the smell of fresh cut grass. I absolutely abhor that stench. It would actually cause a gag reflex when it was too strong…hence me paying someone to mow my yard when I was single.

I know this is going to sound strange, but I like the smell of light chlorine. It reminds me of summer. Can you tell I’m a city girl? All the pools around here had to be chlorinated…so summers…chlorine! (and coconut smells…and Johnson & Johnson baby oil for those of us who were hard-core sun worshipers)

I also love the smell of fresh clean earth/dirt after a cleansing rainstorm. And the smell of a baby. Or my honey straight out of the shower before cologne. Patchouli…which is not very easy to find in candle scene, btw. Makes me sound like a very earthy kinda girl, doesn’t it? <shrug> (Don’t you sometimes wonder how your olfactory senses were wired the way they are?)

But there’s a group of smells that by changing the situation can smell either really good…or really bad. For example, cheese. And I’m talking about the most ripe, pungent kinds. You blindfold someone, and (more…)

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My right brain appreciates the randomness of this…it is kinda cool. But my librarian side begs to ask, “Why?!”

You have to click on the pictures to get the full effect:

I love to keep my cereal somewhat crunchy…as much as the next person. I’m always looking for a great way to keep it crunchy and my milk cold. I have yet to find the ‘perfect’ method. This…again…hm.

Eat Me Crunchy Milk Bowl

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Oh! And I accidentally found a CEREAL RESTAURANT. Go figure!

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Krispy Kreme in Japan

My friend in Japan sent this picture to me. This is one of two Krispy Kremes in all of Japan. The sign is at the end of the line letting those considering buying how long it will take.

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Um…I don’t think I’d wait in line for over an hour for DONUTS.

Although, I DO love a ‘off the conveyor belt’ donut they hand you when you walk in. I wonder if they do that in Japan? Give you a freebie? I digress…but sometimes, all I really want is ONE donut. But since they just gave it to you, how can you walk out? “Oh, nothing for me. That one just hit the spot!” That just seems so…tacky. I’ve heard of parents who will drive up with a car load of kids…have the kids run in, grab one, and go home. How tacky is that?!

But back on topic…uh, where was I? Dunno.

Oh well.

Mmmmmmmm.
Donuts. <drool>

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