Biscotti

So recently I have been whipping up batches of divine biscotti. On Wednesday I produced a fine Chocolate Chip/Almond biscotti, and just yesterday I experimented with Cranberry/Almond. There is a batch of Espresso/Choc Chip cooling right now, and i just nibbled on a bit and it was absolutely disgusting. It was a terrible recipe and I urge you to stear clear of any recipe calling for strong brewed coffee. I added hazelnuts to our shopping list in the hopes that my next batch might be more sucessful. For now I shall fall to my knees and sob in a corner.

SEATTLE!

Seattle was fabulous. Our hotel, Best Western, was far more glamorous then any other Best Western I've ever seen. There was a doorman who sprang to attention whenever you were within fifteen feet of the door, even if your arms weren't full. Of coarse, he was board as anything and I couldn't blame him for wanting some excitement, even if it did consist of something as pittily as a door. Since we arrived three hours earlier then check-in time, we desperately needed somebody to unload us of our baggage. Not to worry! A cheerful young employee relieved us of our burdens, and informed us he'd bring them up to our rooms. Of coarse, what he didn't inform us of is that we'd be expected to leave him a tip. Which made it sound a lot more appealing to just take up our own bags.

As I mentioned, we arrived three hours early. So we roamed Pikes Market for three hours or so. It was a fabolous experience because of the samples, in particular. I covered a cheese factory, a truffle shop, and lots of little French Bakeries and Starbucks', which are the predominant species in Seattle. I sampled a luscious orange chocolate truffle, except for it wasn't as tacky as orange. No, it was pegged someting sophisticated and charismatic such as, ladamalencias, or the essence of that, anyway. I also stabbed a cheesecurd with a small, menacing harpoon (aka toothpick), and savored it's squeeky crumbles in my pearly whites.

The next day, we rode a fairy to Banbride Island, experienced an Underground Tour, and visited Ye Old Curiousity Shop. Except for what I really just wanted to talk about was the food.

Are Luna Bars an aquired taste? I didn't think so. I have brought one to lunch every day for about two weeks. Kids peer sadly down at their greasy dominoes pizza and snapple and gaze longingly at my own delectable entre. I shrug my shoulders and raise my eyebrows at them in an, "oh-well, that's-just-the-way-it-is" manner," and then proceed to carefully unwrap my succulent luncheon. However, last Tuesday Happy unwrapped a Chocolate Peppermint Stick and wrinkled her nose disgustedly. Just minutes ago, I unwrapped a Chai Tea (my own personal favorite) for her, and after three bites she set it down. Now, I had only just poured myself a bowl of granola with quaker oats when I realized there was no milk, and was already suffering my own tradgedy. Happy, looking doubtfully at snack, offered it to me saying, "I don't like it, but I don't want to waste it." The prospect of cereal having been dashed, I accepted her offering, therebye lifting a great load off her chest. I am such a mench.

if i could delete all these dumb posts i would i'd like to just start over. unfortuantely i'm going to go watch a movie now (good night and good luck) and i decided to write the review after i've seen it this time so sit tight.

the succesful persuit of happiness (part 1)

what a fantastic day...*sighs dreamily. eyelids flutter seductively.* i traipsed into the library, unaware of the good fortune soon to rain down apon my unsuspecting noggin. as i made my way over to the rack of used magazines, i said a little prayer: lord, please let there be a recent readers digest, perhaps with a gripping headline such as '100 ways to fight influenza'. please let there be a prevention previously unseen by mortal eyes, preferabley with a laughing, fit model in a chic ensamble. this is all i ask of you (except for this last bit is sung in a manly tenor as it is in the phantom of the opera). imagine my astonishment as my eyes snapped open to behold a pack of 10 or so old readers digests, and TWO recent prevention magazines with TWO laughing models in ONE chic ensamble! not the same chic ensamble, you sick minded villian!there was just this one model who was dressed without thought or style. But i quickly forgave her for choosing all-white when i spotted 'skincare treatments' in the lower left hand corner. and here's the kicker of the whole shebang: i snagged the whole shinanagag for fourty-five cents, a sensational deal! i am decent enough to wait atleast four to five days before i begin to butcher these magazines, but after that, they're history. i will artiscially create nosensical but undoubtebly inspirational collages and paste them to my wall along with my shiny golden medallion (aka cheep green ribbon) which, as you all know, reperesents supreme genious and unceasing strength and courage.

when a cliff bar just won't cut it...

Cliff Bars are for husky thirty-four year old male mountain climbers, and not at all suitable for your average gorgeous jc penny model such as myself. No, a champion bibble quizzer and guitar virtuoso deserves the whole nutrition only the company that makes cliff bars can deliver. Luna Bars balance me hormonaly, and urge me into striking positions such as lady on the logo (she's the one dancing in front of the moon). Although I couldn't make it to the moon in time, I did give the twinkling Venus a visit just yesterday and i practiced the bloated lizzard and the pouncing cougar and nuked whole soy milk in the microwave. My eyes flutter in an aroused sleeping-beauty like manner, almost as if my darling prince had laid a sweeping kiss apon my rosebud lips. But not quite. The goddess athena has granted me the oppurtunity to try carmel nut brownie, nutz over chocolate, and something else i can't remember, and on friday i shall flap my muscular wings and raid the traider joes stock of whole nutrition bars for women.