I do have a problem. I have to admit it, but I am constantly in denial. Yes, no, yes, no. Maybe I need an intervention. I’ll still deny it. Then go out and do it again.
Yes, I am a peanut addict.
No, you don’t understand. I AM OBSESSED WITH PEANUTS. I can eat them all day long. I have sat on the couch with a spoon and jar of peanut butter and finished it while watching TV – many times. If there is a bowl of peanuts on the bar I will glom it all. I have left work to go find jars of peanuts to bring back to my desk. I have no shame! I have relatives giving me jumbo bags of roasted peanuts in the shell for Christmas, holidays, events, and my birthday. Supermarkets fear me. Yes, there are enablers all around me. Continue reading I am peanut obsessed in NYC! Don’t judge me!→
There are many spots in NYC that can be described as a guilty pleasure. I have made it a mission to experience as many as I can. My taste buds love it, while my waist line, liver, and arteries hate me. Being a foodie one can describe NYC as living in gastronomical orgasmic bliss. This is my taste adventure at Clinton St. Baking Company not too long ago.
The pancake and sugar cured bacon orgy is beyond gluttonous belief!
It makes life worth living. It makes rainbows in the sky. It’s better than puppies and kittens. I want to bath in it. I want to make love to it. I actually shed a tear when I finished eating it.
So much has been written and reviewed about Clinton St. Baking Company, and much of the praise is highly deserved, along with the lambasting of the dreaded long lines and eternal wait to finally get a seat in this place. I thought I would be smart and go here on Wednesday late afternoon on my vacation during Christmas week. Alas, the line gods were kind to us and we only had to wait about 30 minutes before scoring a table around 3PM. The waiter handed us a menu, but I laughed and scoffed at this feeble attempt to persuade me to veer off my mission of the one thing that is a must-order when visiting this establishment for the first time –
Here we are again ladies and gents. February 14th, 2013. Valentine’s Day. One of the most anticipated and loathed days of the year. A made up holiday that has gone beyond being overhyped over the decades. A day when relationships can be bonded stronger than ever, or die a horrible excruciating death. A day when the flower companies, and even the sidewalk bodegas in NYC ridiculously inflate their prices to give us all forced anal enemas. The greeting card companies make a killing on this day with some of the most expensive and vomit inducing cheesy cards of the year. Don’t even get me started on the mediocre candy companies that sell a ton of heart shaped boxes containing lousy tasting chocolate selections. Sheesh – just go into your nearest Duane Reade, CVS, Walgreens, or any other drug store chain and you will see rows upon rows of this stuff. Look for the aisles that are all decked out in pink and red. Some people are all gung-ho about V-Day. Some couples plan elaborate dinners and expensive gifts. Celebrities flaunt it in the newstand rags. Coworkers show off the nauseating flowers and gifts they received on their desks. People gush about how “my boyfriend” or “my wonderful wife” or “my hubby” got me this or that. “We’re so in love!” Continue reading Eff you Cupid! Valentine’s Day Loathing.→