Now with 100% more snackiness

There are two kinds of food.  The kind you eat due to necessity and the kind you plan for, wait for and savor.  The former is at times hurried, basic and mundane.  The later is usually divinely prepared, aesthetically pleasing and delicious.  In today’s case it is the mixture of the two. 

Today I have discovered the bad-assery of snackiness.  They are nothing short of snacktastic, snackalicious, the super snack, snack-o-rama, snacktopia….and now I am annoying myself.

Behold…..



This amazing bad-o-wonder from Starbucks has the very slightest hint of sweetness; something akin to Kettle Corn but with a bold pepper and salt flavor.  It is THE perfect sweat/savory combo.




We bought these at an Asian market down stairs from out usual dim sum hang out in San Gabriel, CA.  All other dried fruit snacks are crap compared to these mangos.  They are slightly sweet strips of mango and you can taste the mango.  There is a slight sweet dusting on them but nothing at all like the sugar coated dried fruits or blah shriveled dried fruit I have tried everywhere else.  You can see the meat of the mango just as if you cut it fresh.  Take a careful look at the bag because any other brand will not be the same. 

 Now, I must go, my bags are empty.

w/luv E-

Face lift...the blog, not me.

Sooooo, a bit of a face lift for the blog.  A bit of change is good, yes?  Some new posts coming soon.

I'm not a bettin' Lady

This past weekend travels saw me no further than 20 or so miles down the road.  Although just a hop, skip and or jump away I have only been to this location once before, years ago.  I have to say for myself, I resisted the temptation to jump up and down and say "I want one, I want one".  Maybe because I have an ounce of self control but I'm willing to bet it's because I don't have the required knowledge, training or hundreds of thousands of dollars available to me. 

We arrived at 7:30am for breakfast, it was a wee bit overcast and slightly chilly...maybe because it was 7:30 IN THE MORNING!! I blame my mother.

Sooo pictures, yes?




Home of the horses that make me squeeeeeeeee!!!



The afore mentioned squeeeeeee!!!

Ditto

Breakfast mmmm!

Oh, the kid's college tuition lost here.

Pictured here: someone I'm taller than.

Not pictured here:  The unholy amount of bees around this thing.

So, what I have learned on this fine Saturday morning at the track is that....I WANT NEED A RACE HORSE! 

w/luv E

...of beards and birds

So let's pretend its yesterday and this post was written when it should have been, yes?

Upon reaching my beloved Starbucks yesterday today, I crossed paths with a red Ford Focus.  Driving this Ford Focus was a man of about 60ish, heavyset with long white hair, a long white beard and what looked like (from the waist up) red Long Johns with suspenders.  At the same time I noticed him, I noticed the front of his car had a big red nose on the front bumper and on the back window the words "got toys?"  What the...how the...I understand it is not December, I understand I am grown and I do not believe in Santa, furthermore I understand I am a Jew and therefore do not celebrate the holiday associated with Santa.  That being said; none of the above came into my mind as I bounced up and down in my car yelling, "Hey, there's Santa...look it's Santa...why is Santa driving a Ford Focus...dude it's Santa!"

In completely unrelated news:

I came into the office after the Santa sighting (still a little on edge that Santa drives a red Ford Focus) to see this:

You don't know it, but I'm faking!

You see; my coworker found a baby hummingbird outside our office.  Naturally we tried to help it.  We made a sugar water concoction, our hearts were breaking that this little angel could be very hurt and in need of medical attention.  It's chirp was so sad, it seemed so very, very sad.  We called a vet, apparently they don't see birds, um...are they not a vet, do they not treat animals?  Right, so we tried a second vet who said to bring it in...since they are...your know...a VET!  So the diagnosis is the bird is fine, we were to take it back and let it go.  Ummm, yeah, this is the same bird we had in a Tupperware (IKEA brand not Tupperware brand, so probably more like just a plastic container), the same bird that was lovingly covered with a tissue blanket, the same bird who let people pick it up!  The bird was brought back and it proceeded to fly away and not the least bit bothered!  Point of this story...bird owes us $5 in gas money!

Have a Happy St. Patrick's Day today damn it, tomorrow!

Pemberley in Cypress

It is official, the Pemberley Estate has moved to Cypress.  The Master and Mistress, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy and Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy along with their dear friend Mr. Charles Bingley have moved in safe and sound.  We servants are busy night and day making sure they have every accommodation.  Though they are a very demanding bunch, we are happy to oblige their every whim.  The Darcy's have not yet spoke of when they will be entertaining guests but the word around the servants quarters is that the Darcy's are expecting to send out invitations any day now.  I must say the town is lively with anticipation.  Here is a few shots of the much talked about Darcy's.

More on the social calendar later.



Welcome to Pemberley

 







The Darcy's & Mr. Bingley