Wednesday, February 3, 2010
French Fries & Fabric Softener
I'm working on perfecting french fries for the cookbook. Richard thinks I'm just working on fries so I can eat them, but he must be wrong! Okay I have been eating them, even the bad ones. Should I waste perfectly edible food just because my cloths don't fit?
This brings me to an obvious problem. I'm ballooning up testing appetizers which limits my wardrobe choices which is why I'm standing at the drier. See, I'm too frugal or proud to by more "husky" sized cloths especially when I'm convinced I'm gonna be back to my ideal weight soon. So, while waiting for the only pair of jeans that still fit to emerge, I'm day dreaming about a magic way to make it happen. Alas, there is no "magic diet" and I'm out of fabric softener.
I go to the gym, because fat people are supposed to. My work out friends are tired of hearing about my french fry adventures over whines of being overweight. When I think they are interested in my choice of potatoes and double fry technique, they actually resent me talking fries on the thigh master. Humm.. how rude of me, I guess I'll blog about it so I can annoy a new audience.
Today when I came out of the gym and saw a giant Dreyer's Ice Cream truck. I instantly fantasize that the truck breaks down in front of my house and the poor driver needs help emptying his vehicle. I jump in, eat all the ice cream, and despite a nasty brain freeze, I save the day.