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27Oct/08Off

Halloween Menu: Gruesome Death

A few years ago, my department won the building-wide Halloween competition's Creepy Food Award for our Gruesome Death display. Truth be told, they were giving every department an award, and every other department did something "cute" or "theatrical." We were just plain wicked.

As my family is having our annual soiree this Saturday night, I have been trolling the internet for brilliant recipes and decorations. And let's be honest: to the clever planner, food CAN be a decoration.

In the spirit of the Creepy Food Award, I give you my top 5 finds:

1) Finger food:

mmm...fingers!
I've seen this food design a lot, but this build out is by far the best. The instructions could not be simpler: "Use any cookie dough, (almond flavored is delicious) bake, and decorate with strawberry jelly and whole almonds for nails."

2) What a dip:

A wonderful web of deliciousness.
Seems like a pretty clever way to "creep out" a dish.
3) Brain food:
BRAAAAINNNS!!
I've made this every year I've had a party and it is ALWAYS a favorite. Check out the recipe here.

4) I only have eyes for you:


I am DEFINITELY making those. YOu can see why. Har. Recipe here.

And finally....


5) That’s one way to get a head:


I was too creeped out to post the intro photo here. But you can check out this baker's wares (yes, that is BREAD he's working with) here.

BONUS IDEAS: This year we laid our all our body-part foods in anatomical order. We got some old pants, laid them on the table and served a Tri-Tip roast in the torn pant leg (guests could carve their own slabs). And in the gut region, we placed a bowl of Lil' Smokies.  MMmmm, mmm. Good eats!

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23Oct/08Off

Meme: Seven things you didn’t know about me.

I got this meme passed to me, wherein I was to detail seven things you likely would not know about me. I am such a ridiculous chatterbox that I honestly couldn't think of anything that people didn't know about me, so I avoided the task for while. I scraped the barrel, but I think I found a few. Thanks @goaliegirl.

In any event...

6) I fear chipping my teeth. I have such a ridiculously gummy smile and such a wide mouth, I fear events that would cause dental chippage. But not just any event. Just the ridiculously simple events that we complete daily that we have taken for granted. Like stairs. Every time I walk down a staircase I fear I will somehow knock my teeth right outta my gaping maw. That's why I

5) Always walk down a staircase with my lips pulled down tight over my teeth.

4) I love excavating a clogged pore. I'm not a profiler, I don't see color. White, black-- it makes no difference to the type of "head" that I will squeeze into oblivion. And whether it is on my face or my partner's back is inconsequential: the level of joy is equal.

3) I hate trying on clothes. Call me a traitor to my gender-- I don't care. The whole act of getting undressed, redressed, posing, undressing, redressing-- all in tiny rooms with over-bright lights with clown mirrors: hate it. Had I the money and time, I'd just as soon buy two different sizes and return the wrong/ugly one later. Alas, lacking both defines why I have a really shabby wardrobe.

2) I hate TGI Fridays. And Red Robin. And Applebees. The Elephant Bar is as close as I get to even partial enjoyment of "flair" venues, and even that is sometimes pushing it. Think of it like this:
Restaurant: Flair Venue :: Merchandise : Made in China.

1) I love a good radio show, even if I totally disagree with the show's content. I like the background chatter. In fact, I once drove from Fresno to Carmichael learning how to overcome a Satanic attack. I'm not an Xtian, but this was such good information. Good thing for AM radio, else this information could have been lost to the ages. (Advice: Always go for the nose first.)

7) I'm always late. And I always rewrite.

Tag:

@califmom
@FanEffingTastic
@hotheadred
@abigvictory
and
@motherconfusion

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21Oct/08Off

My funny oldest son

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17Oct/08Off

Chain E-mail Wisdom from 12-year olds

My 12-year old niece has been recently converted to e-mail-ism, as can be seen by the recent spate of chain mail in my inbox. The contents of this particular e-mail are so completely 12, I had to share. From, “GIRLS ONLY! BOYS: DON’T READ!” I have learned the following:

  • “Did you know kissing is healthy?”

Aaaaand I am immediately suspicious that a boy has crafted this e-mail. It continues:

  • “Bananas are good for cramps” (Well, yeah—LEG cramps. Not so sure about menstrual.)
  • “It's good to cry” (True.)
  • “Chicken soup actually makes you feel better” (Yes, especially when you are hungry.)
  • “94% of boys would love it if you sent them flowers”

I stop reading. I think of our two 12-year old boys at home, and can only surmise that this is the most fallacious statement ever. Boy one, who likes girls and admits to having the occasional crush, would be mortified and cease making eye-contact. With anyone. Almost ever again. Boy two, who covers his face at pantyhose commercials and during kissing scenes, would likely curl up and die of mortification. Literally.So I put the question to the male Twitterati (those who twitter) to gauge the correctness of this flower assertion.

Responses:

“You're kidding right? At 12, 94% of boy's would rather girls just went back to the flower factory that made them.”

“False. A 12yo girl sending me flowers would not look good if the wife (or police) found out.”

“Undeniably false-WTF would we do with the flowers? It’s not like we have a vase to put them in... madness!”

... and

“True. Women do bring me flowers, and I do like it.”

Hm. From my end, I envision scores of hormonally overzealous 12-year old girls now sending flowers by the dozens to all their possible love interests. The vision changes with the memory of flowers costs, to the same girls picking them and sending their BFFs over to deliver them. Roots and all.

Other nubbins of chain-mail wisdom:

  • “Lying is actually unhealthy” (Good point, there.)
  • “Only apply mascara to your top lashes” (Hm.)
  • “It's actually true, boys DO insult you when they like you!”

*RRRR SCREETCHING TO A HALT*

Aha. This is where it starts. The little lies we women tell each other, and tell ourselves. The little bricks we lay in the morality walls that will stay standing and ultimately guide our actions as adults.

I ponder... is it reasonable to tell a girl not to be offended/crushed when the boy she likes insults her? Is it really better to give her that shred of hope that this blurb offers?

Or... as I fear... are we inadvertently training her for later in life, for when her abusive boyfriend calls her an idiot, swears at her and punches the wall... are we training her to just remember he’s doing it because he "likes" her?

Eew.

Is it not better to tell her that if a boy insults her, it is because he is small minded and not worthy of her affections? That she would do better to turn her attention to the scrawny boy with glasses who is shy, but really good in science and math?

Alas, I digress. More nubbins of wisdom:

  • “It’s impossible to apply mascara with your mouth closed!” (Patently false.)
  • “89% of guys want YOU to make the 1st move” (A boy DEFINITELY wrote this e-mail.)
  • “Chocolate will make you feel better!” (This is FACT! FACT I TELL YOU!!)
  • “Most boys think its cute when you say the wrong thing.” (Clearly it depends on the thing. Calling him the name of your previous boyfriend: Not so cute.)
  • “A GOOD FRIEND NEVER JUDGES.” (Unless she actually works as a judge.)
  • “Boys aren't worth your tears” (Pretty sure a mom wrote that one.)
  • “We ALL love surprises!!” (Clearly the 12 year old wrote that. Because as a parent, any surprise from my kids that contain the phrases, “I’m pregnant,” or “I crashed the car,” are not lovable.)




10Oct/08Off

Jesus in Chain Mail

For toldorknown...

For toldorknown...