LOST & The Cupcake Sandwich

April 20, 2010

Thanks, Google Images.

You may recall my post-Easter blog about people who eat their cupcakes in an unusual manner. Nobody cared. The world did not spin off its axis.

But NOW Jorge Garcia (Hurley on “Lost”) has blogged about this phenomenon, known (I guess) as a “cupcake sandwich,” and people are all over this shit!

I broke this story. I want you all to remember this when Jorge Garcia is famous and I am toiling in obscurity. Oh wait. That is… already the case.

Carry on.

Actually, no hard feelings at all because I think Jorge is awesome (just watched his tour-of-the-island-locations LA Times video today) and I’ll be watching “Lost” tonight, for sure. You should check out his blog, because he has step-by-step pictures of how to turn a regular cupcake into a cupcake sandwich. PROPS. (Double props, because he learned this from the props guy.)

xoxo…


Snack of the Afternoon, 4/20/10: MINI WHOLE WHEAT PITA POCKETS

April 20, 2010

For scale, there's a fake pear.

I’m one of those jerks who… has a blog about what she eats? Hahahahacry.

Well, that too. But I’m also one of those jerks who rips pitas in half and leaves a discarded, jagged half-pita in the bag. What a jerk!

But not this week, because these Trader Joe’s Mini Whole Wheat Pita Pockets (whew) have turned up in our office kitchen. Now I can eat a whole entire pita (or two)– no rippage!

There are also these tiny pita-stars. I guess they’re a vestige of the way the pitas are cut? Love them. So cute… and delicious.

Get into my mouth, adorable food.

There’s something kind of texture-y about the pitas… I think there are sesame seeds baked into the dough? It reminds me of something amazing I’ve had before… not sure what. I need psychoanalysis, so I can go deep into my past and remember what this reminds me of that I can’t remember. Oh no, an ouroboros of words. (Oh YES.)

Still with the Sabra hummus. (Roasted Pinenut this week, which is maybe better than Classic? My tastebud-jury is still out.) Although over the weekend I tried some Fresh and Easy Lemon Cilantro Hummus (thanks, Cole!), and that was delightfully fresh and zesty. So… I am open to all hummuses (hummi?). In case you were wondering. (I’m sure you weren’t.)

It might be time to go sneak another little pita… this could get dangerous.

And by the way, happy 4/20. Oh hmm, a website about snacks… I should really reach out to my stoner contingent. Hey friends! Something something munchies!

xoxo…


Snack of the Afternoon: HUMMUS, ETC.

April 16, 2010

The "etc" is carrots, pita and a spoon. Yum, spoon.

Whole wheat pita, carrots, hummus. This is the kind of snack that my mother and/or Jamie Oliver would approve of. (I am not watching his “Food Revolution” show, but I know that the message is something something don’t eat pizza for breakfast.)

"Something something don't eat fried foods for lunch." -Jamie Oliver

My favorite hummus at the mo’ is Sabra’s Classic Hummus. I’m a simple gal with simple hummus needs.

Ohhh, but when I was typing “pita” my finger slid and I typed “pitz,” which made me think of Spitz. What is Spitz, you ask? Just the kabob house in Eagle Rock and/or Little Tokyo that always brings so, so much joy to me and Lauren when she visits LA (and/or when we lived together). Visit me, Lauren! We need to go to Spitz and eat sweet potato fries! Or fried pita with hummus!

Found this on Google images. Must go back and take my own pics.

If that were my picture, that salad would totally be replaced with sweet potato fries.

Sorry, Jamie Oliver.

Happy Friday, everybody. Have a delicious weekend!

xoxo…


Snack of the Afternoon, 4/14/10: CAKE BALLS!

April 14, 2010

Sweet dreams are made of this.

There’s something about our interns this season. They really love to bake, and to bestow us with the fruits of their baking labors.

When Intern Bea told me that she couldn’t watch “Glee” last night because she was too busy making cake balls, my first reaction was– well, glee. I mean, I thought “whoopie pie” was a hilarious name for a dessert, but “cake balls” leaves “whoopie pie” in the dust.

What, you might ask, are cake balls made of? Here’s a quick note to explain…

Please give these cake balls a loving home... in your mouth.

So it’s Funfetti cake, smashed up with cream cheese frosting, frozen into balls, and dipped in chocolate. Oh, and topped with sprinkles. Yeah, I had to try these. But only for the sake of the blog. Yeah.

OH YEAH: SIDE NOTE. Bea got this recipe from a website called Bakerella. When I went to the site, I found a WHOLE SECTION FOR CAKE BALLS. Until this morning, I had never even HEARD of cake balls. It’s like I was living under a rock. Mind blown! Paradigm shifted! And seriously: Why balls? Why not, say… cake BITES? Cake… wads? No.

Here’s an inside view, because I know you want to see the Funfetti of it all.

Behold.

Yes, I am an investigatory blog-journalist, thanks for noticing. (I want to point out how moist the cake balls look… usually I avoid saying “moist,” but obviously this post is going to be stuffed with awkward turns of phrase.) (See what I did there?)

But all jokes aside, the cake balls were good. I ate half of what you see in that last pic (they look larger in the picture than they do in real life– HEY-O!), and gave the rest to Whitney. So now she can read this post while eating a cake ball. INTERACTIVE! (JEALOUS?!)

If you are a maker of cake balls, an eater of cake balls, or have more light to shed on this subject, keep me posted. After all, I am an amateur cake/frosting/cupcake anthropologist.

xoxo…


The Daily Sandwich: TURKEY PANINI

April 14, 2010

A Serious Lunch

There was a time (approximately February 2009) when I would use the office panini press to make myself a sandwich. Every. Single. Day.

These days it’s more of a novelty. Today I decided to get retro (a whole year ago retro) and threw some turkey, avocado, Monterey Jack and spicy deli mustard between two slices of wheat bread. Observe the golden brown crisp of the bread. And any sandwich worth its salt must be cut into triangles.

I also made a salad, because… do I need a reason? Salad is amazing.

“Glee” is back. You probably heard. Here is a picture of a billboard to prove it.

Sound and fury.

I had a discussion once with a friend from the Dallas-Fort Worth area, about how Los Angeles has sooo many more billboards for TV and films than anywhere else. And it’s funny, because Los Angeles KNOWS about this stuff more than other places. But still, we get all the billboards. Odd. I guess we’re just self-congratulatory like that. Hey! Look what we’re responsible for!

I still remember the first “True Blood” ads. They were not for the show, but for the fictional drink. And they were all over bus benches. Mysterious. Intriguing. Well played!

My DVR didn’t record “Glee” last night, so I’m catching up on Hulu. Remember when we (twenty-somethings) were kids, and if you missed an episode (and it didn’t record on your VCR?), you had to wait until SUMMER RE-RUNS to try to see it again? And you’d get all confused and out-of-order? And there wasn’t any internet?

Wow, someday we are going to look back on NOW as the Dark Ages, too. But what will we have in twenty years that will be that much more advanced than what we have now? It boggles the mind!

Sorry to get deep in your lunch. Sorry to get retro in my retro lunch.

Coming up later: CAKE BALLS! Yeah, you heard me right…

xoxo…


SPARKLE DOUGHNUTS Will Cure Your Case of the Mondays (Or Not)

April 12, 2010

Sugar? Or shards of glass?

These can’t count as a Snack of the Afternoon (and I make up the rules!) because I saw them this morning, and I didn’t even BUY them. I have no idea how they taste. I’m not really a donut person.

And yes, I spell donut like that. But the sign at Starbucks said “Chocolate Mini Sparkle Doughnut,” so I will respect the sign. I am nothing if not respectful of what donuts– er, DOUGHNUTS– want to be called. Because they have feelings and all.

Anyway, yeah. I was kind of fascinated by the unexpected sparkle of the Peeps. And today at Starbucks the young woman in front of me in line pointed out the sparkle donuts (that’s really what they’re called! hahahahaha) and then laughed at me for taking a picture. But so what? I want to share this strange phenomenon with the masses. (Okay, the four people who read this.)

So how do we feel about sparkle doughnuts? Are they bringing joy to our humdrum lives? Does it make the corners of our mouths turn up– just a little– to know that they exist? Do they make you think of snow or angels or Christmas or miracles? (As a Jew from Southern California, I am familiar with very few of the above.)

I really have to wonder about the mouth-feel (YES, I watch “Top Chef,” I know that mouth-feel is a real term… and also a hilarious term). I have a feeling that the giant sugar-glass sprinkles that are causing the sparkle are also, like, SUPER crunchy. Like, uncomfortable. As in, how I feel when I say “sparkle” this many times in one post. (Did TWILIGHT ruin the word sparkle? Maybe for this decade… sigh.)

xoxo…


Snack of the Afternoon, 4/6/10: SKITTLES

April 6, 2010

This bowl is taunting me!

(No, not the creepy had-sex-with-Jesse-James person-named-Skittles. Get your mind out of the gutter!)

Yeah, so yesterday’s “detox” lasted for… 5 minutes? 5 seconds? Let’s skip over that little factoid.

You guys, I try to be a social person. I brought this heart-shaped bowl on Valentine’s Day week as a nice little “happy holiday” touch. I filled it with Dum Dums lollipops. Harmless. Probably 4 calories each, and most of the flavors were… ungood. No danger there.

But when the Dum Dums ran out, Cole graciously offered to fill the bowl. Too bad he filled it with really good candy! (Except for the Almond Joys… I am not about shredded coconut.) (I am ALL ABOUT drinking the water out of a coconut on a tropical island.)

So my Snack of the Day is more like Skittles and Twix (Kibbles and Bits?) and a Kit Kat bar. Luckily they’re all “fun size.” But what is fun? Why does fun make me feel this guilty? Ughhh.

Well, this part was fun:

So pretty, and yet so evil.

Don’t be like me, kiddies.

xoxo…


More Frosting-Related Curios…

April 5, 2010

The curious case of whatever's-going-on-here.

Several weeks ago I blogged about cupcakes, and mentioned that I am not a fan of frosting. Commenter Tim called me a heretic, chiding that “frosting is the point of cupcakes.”

Here is a post for people who agree with Tim. I wouldn’t EAT what I’m about to tell you about, but I found it very intriguing.

Yesterday at the afore-blogged Easter gathering, Whitney (pictured) served up a delightful tray of cupcakes, topped with a very spring-has-sprung array of pastel frostings. Unfortunately (but also–luckily) I could not partake (because… Passover), but as I watched Whitney prepare to consume her cupcake, her ritual fascinated me.

Step 1- Remove wrapper.

Step 2- Twist the cupcake so as to sever the top (the Muffin Top?) from the bottom.

Step 3- Put the bottom of the cupcake ON TOP of the frosting, creating what looks like an ice cream sandwich– made of frosting.

Apparently this keeps the frosting from hitting your nose as you eat the cupcake? Because everyone knows that nose-frosting is a MAJOR party foul.

PARTY FOUL!!!

Much later, another party guest (Ash) did the exact same thing, without having seen Whitney’s behavior. Ash claims to be the inventor of the… whatever this phenomenon is called.

And I am now a burgeoning cupcake anthropologist.

Send me your cupcake/frosting curios! I need to document this behavior, for posterity’s sake. (Because in the future, people won’t know how to eat cupcakes?)

xoxo…


Snack of the Afternoon, 4/5/10: FRUIT

April 5, 2010

Ahhh, that's better.

This weekend was all about food. I had all sorts of Passover amazingness on Saturday night (brisket, matzo ball soup, kosher-for-Passover coffee cake…) and Passover leftovers for lunch on Sunday. (Check out friend-and-former-roomie Lauren’s coverage here.)

On Sunday afternoon I went to an Easter meal (at Whitney’s! holla!) that was… oh man, calorie-tastic. Mashed potatoes with– I think I heard cream cheese?– in them. Chicken. Two types of salad. Amazing crock pot brisket (I need the recipe, stat!). All sorts of chocolate.

Seriously, I’m pretty sure that FOOD is filing a restraining order against me today. (Especially brisket.) (But I still want that recipe.)

So I’m trying– trying– to do a bit of a detox today. AND it’s Monday, which is the grocery-delivery day at work. Hence, the best day to find fresh produce in the kitchen.

I am not going to talk about the big bowl of candy that’s sitting within ten feet of me. I am going to try to forget that it exists.

Hope you all had a great holiday weekend, with or without any religious elements. And now… back to your regularly scheduled Monday. (Greaaaat.)

xoxo…


Snack of the Afternoon, 4/1/10: PURPLE PEEPLES and/or PEEPSHI

April 1, 2010

See how they sparkle? Unnatural. WITCH! (Vampire?)

April Fools, you guys! (Happy April, fools!) I do not eat Peeps. Yuck. They are even more unfit-for-human-consumption than frosting. But aren’t they purty?

Today I learned of a phenomenon called Peepshi. As in, Peep sushi. This is how type 2 diabetes happens.

And the process of making this “delicacy” involves BEHEADING PEEPS. As somebody who anthropomorphizes everything, this is horror-film creepy…

Cereal killer. (Get it, because Rice Krispies? Sorta.)

Seriously, click through for more creepy/amazing Peep torture pictures. I mean, if you’re into that. Some people are into that.

Happy Good Friday/Easter, Catholic friends! Happy (continuing) Passover, fellow Jew-sicles!

xoxo…


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