Exciting news, everyone: I ate a bowl of Rice Krispies tonight! Of course, it wasn’t all that long ago, so there might still be gastro-intestinal repercussions.
It goes without saying that I’m not cooking tonight. Unless you count opening bottles of Gatorade as cooking, in which case I’ve been cooking up a storm. (Also: Gatorade is VILE. How do they fool so many people into buying it? Do people really drink it, or is it used mainly as an industrial solvent?) Instead, I bring you the Hobo Monday roundup that I was meant to have brought you on Saturday morning except that I didn’t want to sully the new MacBook Pro by bringing it into the shitter with me.
The dinner of champions. Also the breakfast and lunch of champions.
So maybe not so much with the food poisoning. Virus? E-coli? Something ain’t right here. I should not be this up close and personal with a bottle of Kaopectate.
Esepcially if you’re a food blogger?
(Hence lack of roundup today. Hopefully tomorrow morning. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll also be able to consume something other than Pepto Bismol.)
As previously established, the best way to food blog is to write about food and how you might have prepared it without actually producing any food. The second best way, as it turns out, is to have your husband do the actual cooking while you sit on the couch with your new MacBook Pro – did I mention I got one of those? – and do a real-time play by play.
I’m sorry to report that dinner tonight has been pre-empted by a new MacBook Pro, the fiddling with which is consuming all my free time.
In lieu of food, I have a question and an important public service message, both from people named Jodi-with-an-“i.” And I’m not kidding about the public service part; you should all read it and then hie to engage in some altruistic behvaior. Unless you don’t want to help cure cancer.
Goodness knows I love a ceramic container, especially when they’re shaped like something cute and/or funny and if they’re wildly overpriced, but I tend to covet rather than purchase. Like the container for one thing. I love it, but I just can’t make myself spend $26 on a 3-inch diameter container, even if I can hang it from the ceiling and use it to hold my afternoon Skittle.
That is to say: I didn’t do it, but if I had, here’s how I would have.
Is that too many commas? I’ve been debating for 45 minutes, and I’m actually starting to get a little dizzy.