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Friday, June 18, 2010

Something To Avoid



If you haven't tried the new Pretzel M&Ms, do yourself a favor. Never, ever try them. You will instantly regret it because of the consequential addiction. You may very much enjoy the addiction, but ignorance is bliss in this case. If you can simply avoid trying them at all, you won't realize that a perfect candy has swarmed the candy aisles in stores across North America. I don't even like pretzels (except at altitude...why does everything taste better to me in an airplane?). But I decided to give these a shot a month ago when they first appeared on the market. I am, after all, an Equal Opportunity Chocolate Eater. Thankfully, the pretzel presence comes through in just the right amount of salt and a nice crunch. It is surrounded by M&Ms chocolate and candy shell. They are a pop-able size but hard to be discrete when the husband suddenly comes home unexpectedly. It doesn't stop me from trying to hide the chocolate ring around my mouth. I think he's onto me.

I love these little buggers and wish they had never been invented. I was doing pretty well in life until they came along. Self-control was something expressed in my daily vocabulary. The addiction has since driven that little speed bump out of my way. I've heard they sell them in individual packs. If you really need to give them a go, make sure you get the Large Bag. You will regret it, but only for a split-second. Where else can you fill both a salty and sweet craving? The only thing I crave after eating Pretzel M&Ms is MORE Pretzel M&Ms!

You can trust me on this. I have an expert rating and lots of experience.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Hubba Hubba Hubby


I am rather fond of the man I married. I'm sure that's a good thing. I think of how patient he is with me. How supportive he is of every hair-brained idea that comes into my head. How he jumps up and does the dishes after we finish eating dinner. Did I mention he dusts ceiling fans because I causally mention I want to do it next time I clean? He likes to be romantic and surprise me with things. We left for Utah for Christmas and had a lovely trip. When we returned, I unlocked the door and got pushed inside first to turn on the lights in the kitchen. When I did, I turned around and found my Cuisinart Mixer on the table with a big, red bow. Yeah, he's like that. Caring, thoughtful, unselfish, sweet. He is very interpretive and can tell when I need something, sometimes even before I'm willing to admit I need help. He knows me better than he lets on. He will sometimes pull into the gas station for a slushy when I ask, but that is a rare (thankfully) thing. He will fix anything wrong with my computer, even though it means he gets to make fun of me for a few minutes for liking Windows Vista. He is so good to me, and I like him quite a bit. We made it out of the trial period, and I've decided to keep him.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Culture: It's What's For Dinner


If you come home from church hungry, a good anecdote is to have some chicken fajitas ready in no time. We had a Mexican feast for Sunday Dinner today, including homemade salsa, homemade guacamole, marinated chicken, and a variety of peppers perfect for fajitas. We topped it with some sour cream and Mexican cheese and had a pretty yummy and culturally-diverse meal. Now, if only some sopapillas with honey would magically appear, all would be well in the world.