(In the interest of full disclosure, this is not the first place I published this post; however, it is my solution to forgetting about the posting schedule until right now.)
Things are still running summer-high here at The Shady Enterprise.
One of the unfortunate side effects is I tend to find myself spending too much time at the office and not enough time taking care of little things like grocery shopping, which frequently contributed to another unfortunate side effect I like to call “the drive-thru syndrome.” I tend to into a rut of getting home late, having a fistful of bourbon for dinner, waking up relatively late and starving, the obvious solution to which is hitting one of the fast food heavyweights’ drive-thrus on my way out to the office in West Virginia.
My preferred heavyweight is His Royal Highness because I just can’t shake an early childhood fascination with the Croissan’wich, but The Clown is so much more convenient to my path of travel that I often end up there instead. And, as a pawn in the great advertising game, the past several weeks have seen me develop into a disciple of The Clown’s recent attempt to horn in on Chick-fil-a’s corner of the chicken market. (Effn-a, if there were a Chick-fil-a with a drive-thru on my way to work…)
I should tell you right now that I deeply enjoy adding egg to my chicken biscuit. I like to think of it as “The Philosophical Conundrum Breakfast Sandwich,” and I number it among the more sublime delights of the morning meal.
Each time I’ve ordered the Conundrum at my local Clown franchise, the conversation went roughly like this:
“Number 5 with Egg and Cheese”
“Number 5 with cheese?”
“With egg and cheese.”
“Number 5 with cheese?”
“With egg and cheese.”
“The southern style chicken biscuit with cheese?”
“With egg and cheese.”
“With cheese?”
“With egg and cheese.”
I’ve ordered it on three occasions, and the two times it had egg on it, I had to talk to at least three people about it. The third time is why I talked to three people the other times.
So my question for you today is: is there some sort of taboo in any Latin American tradition against the commingling of chicken and egg? What other prejudices have you had to overcome in your lunching life?
And, of course, WFL?
July 3rd, 2008
Earthquake
Not quite the same as the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile
The other day I bought a can of Planter’s Mixed Nuts. The idea was I could munch on a (small) handful instead of giving into my carnal desires for the snack machine. The mixed nuts can had a variety - walnuts, cashews, almonds, brazil nuts, and, of course, peanuts. It says right on the can ‘Less than 50% peanuts (by weight)’. Which, I don’t know. I’ll admit that I usually pick out the cashews, followed by the almonds and walnuts, then the brazil nuts, b/c those are hard to avoid, so by the time I’m halfway through the can I basically have like 95% peanuts. Which is a bummer, b/c what I really want is more cashews. Yes, yes, I should have started out by buying a can of cashews, but that’s neither here nor there. In my research, I found this. So apparently Planter’s has been having us on. What’s your favourite, or least favourite false advertising? That McDonald’s is good for you? That Diet Coke isn’t bad? And what’s the bet nut of all? I’m going with cashew. And remember, a peanut is actually a legume, so that don’t count.
July 2nd, 2008
LizTurtle
I have a topic that is sorta Off Topic(tm) but I will try my best to make it relevant. I have a personal hero. He (weirdly) is my father-in-law. I understand this is a cheese thing to say, but it is true nonetheless.
This guy:
So, I had to drive back to the Mini Cooper Dealership last night after a long day at work. The green Sales Person forgot to have me endorse the check from my credit union (he nearly snatched it out of my hands and ran with it). I was driving, and nearly there, when my father-in-law … let us call him Big B for now .. calls me and advises that he had just come from MD Anderson and his battery had cached out on him. He said that he had called the AAA towing service but it had already been 30 minutes and he had just gotten the call that the guy was finally “on his way”. This “on his way” was to last 1 hour.
I turned this rig around, I headed straight for him knowing that I still had to get to the Mini Cooper dealership that night and I would be having dinner around 11pm last night. I get to Big B and his car is still sitting in front of the pump at Chevron. So I helped him turn the wheel of his big beast and we pushed it to a parking spot in front of the Chevron. We then proceeded to try to jump the car but the battery cables melted. Folks, if this happens to you, go buy a new battery quickly. The battery was shorted which means that the battery cables were being charged and not the batteries. This is bad.
So, as weak as he usually is nowadays, I sent him off to get another battery, after dragging the behemoth battery out of the SUV and placing it in my car. The sales person at the Chevron gave me a free diet coke because he knows Big B and knows that I was helping him (that and I freed up a space at the cheapest gas station in Houston).
I don’t need rewards like that, but it is nice to be recognized. There are people out there helping Cancer patients all the time. Heliocentric is one of those people. So, Helio, this post is semi-dedicated to you and my father-in-law, two of my personal heros. Both of you are fighters. Both of you help other people selflessly. So, I told Big B that I wanted to buy him lunch soon. Same offer is out to you Helio.
Buying someone lunch is one of the biggest compliments I can give someone. So today OWFLers, what would lunch would you buy your personal hero? Who is it?
What’s for Lunch?
July 1st, 2008
dizkonekid
Hello Strangers! Just moments ago, I returned home from my grandparents’ house, where I spent a lovely weekend with the afore-mentioned grandparents, GimletMom, GimletSis, and the Lil’ Gimlet, my 9 month old nephew. I had a lovely and relaxing time. As some of you may know, my grandparents live in a very old house, in a very small town in the middle of no-where. Plus, both my grandparents and the Lil’ Gimlet go to bed very, very early, so I get plenty of rest. Between both of my grandparents’ various dietary restrictions, the food is very healthy. So, all-in-all, it’s almost like visiting a spa (a spa with a resident ghost, but that’s another post).
Sadly, though, it was time for me to leave today. I had to get back to the real world, especially since I was out of town all last week for some work training (coincidentally, also in the middle of nowhere; I’ve been quite the country girl lately). While I was gone HaterTot and her critters took very good care of Sir Whines-a-lot. Normally I would bring HT a snow globe in return, but I could not find any snow globes in the country. So, on the way home, I stopped at a roadside fruit stand to get her something to show my appreciation (and also to pick up some treats for myself). At this particular farm, in addition to a farmer’s market, they also allowed visitors to pick their own flowers, cherries, or raspberries. I was tempted to hop on the tractor out to the fields, but I was in a hurry to get back to post, so I decided against picking a pint of cherries for HT. It did remind me though of other times when I’ve picked my own berries, apples, pumpkins, and Christmas trees. I’ve also been to places where you could pick (up) your own eggs, and I’ve heard of places where you can pick your own animal to be slaughtered and butchered (but I’ve never partaken in that). I suppose hunting and fishing also count as a “pick your own” sort of experience (I’ve fished but never hunted).
So what about the rest of you? Do you enjoy those “pick your own” places? Should we plan a OWFL field trip? What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever picked? And, as always, What’s for Lunch?
and now for something entirely different, animal products, fresh from the farm, love, Lunch, OWFL pets, the middle of nowhere, what is for lunch whats for lunch
June 30th, 2008
GimletGirl
[Slightly off the well-beaten lunch path, but in the vein of lunch-blog administration]
I have a confession to make. Though I’ve tried to hide it, I must come clean. OWFL, I have been seeing others.
I know that this must hurt you, but I have other needs. It is not that OWFL doesn’t satisfy me - it does. Just not fully. So I’ve sought the company of others. Yes, I guess you could call it cheating, but I see it more as a poly-blogging, and never really thought of myself as a one-blog kinda guy. Sorry if this hurts you, as that’s the last thing I’d want to do. Really, I’m still commited here, even if I haven’t been pulling my full weight. I hope you understand.
Who are the others, you ask? Well, though I hoped you wouldn’t ask, I expected that you would. So, here goes…. and, uh, please don’t be shocked that it isn’t just one other. There have been many… I do love lunch, and always will, but it is not the only one my heart and mind longs for, so I want, no, need diversity. And so, yes, even while eating lunch, I am getting it on with others (initials will be used to protect others privacy)….
Here in the Cap City, and the neighborhood where we live, I’ve been spending a lot of time with PoP. I know that some others on here are regulars, or at least have gotten a taste, too. We even touch on lunch sometimes.
You may know of my love for lefty politics, and so when I’ve been needing to get it on with someone from that end of the spectrum, you might find me getting my kicks withTPM.
As you know, I’m kind of a security wonk. Yes, when they carry the gun and act all tough, it turns me on. Don’t worry, that all makes me hungry too. To satisfy these cravings, I may be canoodling with HLS or with DR.
Sometimes I like the professorial types. Glasses, school outfits, perhaps some stern reprimands. You get it. On those days, I might get caught with my pants down with CT. (Hypatia, I think you’ll get a rise on this one)
And when I’m just looking for a quick and random blast, E-DC and I may be getting it on.
While I am feeling guilty now, I feel better that I’ve gotten this off my chest. I hope you’ll still accept me, and since I suspect that you may have been wandering too, perhaps you can share and we can have that open relationship that I think we’ve been needing for a while.
Sorry that I am late in getting this to you, but I thought it was important. As you eat your lunch today, think about who else you’re seeing, and share. And of course, as you think about your other paramour(s), please do tell, WFL?
June 27th, 2008
E-Que
I was thinking as I drove to work about what I was going to share with yinz all today. Nothing was really striking me (probably because of the Tussionex still lulling around in my system from last night’s coughing fit). Thankfully, we’ve got LT to the rescue. I’m sure it never occurred to her that I might turn this link:
Verne Troyer Sex Tape (SFW - link is to story, not video)
into today’s food related blog post, but that’s just what I’m doing.
I’ve been thinking a great deal about my eating habits lately. The conclusion that I came to is that I have serious portion control issues. While I do eat the occasional really-terrible-for-you (ie Cheez Whiz) items, I mostly eat unprocessed, fairly healthy fare. However, I eat tons of it. If I really like something, I will overindulge in it until I’m so full I have to lie down and put my hand in my pants, a la Lady A at Easter Dinner. I can’t buy just one variety of cheese - I have to buy 4. I can never have just one drink, it’s always… well, substantially more than that.
So, this morning after LT’s informative email, I got to thinking about things I might only like in small doses. Gin, coffee, chocolate, pie, 7 layer salad, midget porn - that sort of thing.
So that’s what today’s topic is: Things you only like in small amounts. And of course, what’s for lunch?
June 26th, 2008
HaterTot
okay. stay with me here. we’re going to discuss two traditions:
A) in my family, sunday dinner was the big deal. my mom cooked every night, but sunday was always a big to-do. homemade fried chicken. pot roast. grilled steaks. chili. you never missed a sunday dinner; it didn’t matter what else was going on.
i was thinking about traditions today when i read that
the white lily factory in tennessee is moving to - GASP - the midwest. southerners are worried that their cuisine will never be the same. i felt myself nervous! have i eaten enough biscuits? what about shortcakes? breads? brownies? do they know from these delicacies in, say, illinois?
and,
B) summer drinks. generally, my now-adult-summers are puncuated with the following:
- vodkalades: vodka and lemonade, generally drunk on the porch. or at wolf trap.
- margaritas: on the rocks, with salt. or, at the lake or outdoorsy setttings, frozen and made with cyclon and a gran marnier floater
- micheladas: a beer, over ice, with sangrita, lime juice and a salted rim.
so, today my fine friends, i ask you to share some of your traditions. tell us of the sunday food tradition you grew up with AND a summer drinking tradition of your own. let’s see what brings this great nation together. and also, because it is the ultimate question, tell us WHAT’S FOR LUNCH?
June 25th, 2008
swedish chef
Since Hypatia seems preoccupied use this post to discuss your lunch fare for the day.
I am currently eating a Times Square from Loeb’s Deli.
Pastrami, fried egg, cheese, slaw and russian dressing on an onion roll.
Very, very tasty, but for the price I could use some more pastrami.
What are you munching on?
WFL?
jewish fare
June 24th, 2008
Josephus
This isn’t meant to take the place of the post today. As a matter of fact I wish I’d never see this post again, but the fact of the matter is a light has gone out in the world. A man has died that would cuss you out and tell you to get a life if you called him a hero or an icon.
George Carlin is dead at 71 and he was my hero. I know, that is a weird hero to have, but I stand by my choice. Please join me in a little misty-eyed commentary about this funny\great man.
George, I hope you made anyone guarding the pearly gates laugh and feel insulted before you were escorted in.
Addendum: I’ve just been informed that E-que is out of town and likely doesn’t know he is supposed to post. So lets make this the post for the day.
Look up old George rants during lunch today, let him make you laugh. Drink in the genius of his equal-opportunity-offensive rants and know that he would enjoy the fact that you are sticking it to the man by not working through lunch.
What’s for Lunch?
and now for something entirely different, mustache, poppin pills sex with Sara lee Pies
June 23rd, 2008
admin
My manager recently told me a story about a party they had for his grandfather at a sorta fancy local restauarant. The restaurant set up a big buffet in a party room for the event and at the end of it all, there was quite a bit of food left. In swoops his crazy aunt with a plastic bag filled with tupperware. Much to his embarrassment, she started scooping the food into the containers she brought with her. As it was a restaurant, it would have certainly been pretty normal if she had asked for the food to go, but the fact that she was taking it herself and putting it into containers she brought freaked out the whole family.
So today let’s talk about family and friends (and ourselves) and their behaviour with leftovers or extra food. When you go to a party or family function are you sure to fill your car with leftover food or are you the one SWEARING it is not worth it for you to package up the scoopful of carrots that was leftover from dinner and drive it 100 miles to home?? Do you only take leftover desserts home?? Or only delicious meats?? Do you have a grandmother that steals all the butter packets from diners??
All kinds of food taking (embarrassing and otherwise) stories are welcome today on this warm, wonderful Friday.
And of course, WFL??
June 20th, 2008
mau
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