FOOD FIGHT!!

I got sick of looking into an empty cold box and went food shopping. The fridge has to be mighty empty for me to even admit I need to go to the grocery store. I loathe the grocery store. The carts, the gathering of food stuff, the people everywhere not even trying to cooperate with each other. Oh give me strength. So yeah, it was "that time" and I sucked it up and headed in the correct direction. If I am forced to go grocery shopping, I need some kind of inspiration. I live for stuffed peppers. I like making them and I especially like eating them. Once, while getting the items to make them, I mistakenly grabbed a package of ground lamb and later that night, found nirvana.

Here's the recipe I have been using of late: Stuffed Pepper Goodness. I tweak it here and there, like mixing some of the ketchup mixture throughout the meaty middle mixture, adding more garlic than called for and using anything but green bell peppers. Red is tough to keep standing but heavenly. Yellow is just as great.

As I am not about to face the throngs of people without some kind of backup, I always insist Mr. F goes along. He helps break up the bitter and hatred that wells inside of me, threatening to unleash itself on some poor unsuspecting soul. Why am I always under control when joined by another person, but totally out of control when alone? Discuss.

We went searching for those new Eggo waffles. The ones you see on TV as of late with the fruity center or whatnot. F those look great. I was looking for them in the frozen isle without luck and decided to go with some every day regular Eggo waffles. Let's face it, frozen waffles rule. The whole grain seemed appropriate and they had every flavor but strawberry. Prattling to myself about not being able to find whole grain strawberry waffles prompted Mr. F to leave feedback about strawberry and whole grains not being able to get along.

I now have this strange little comic running nonstop through my head. There are many different renditions but the theme stays the same: Strawberry and Whole Grain want to settle their differences once and for all. Strawberry feeds little Strawberry lunch and packs him into his car seat and heads over to Whole Grain's house where Whole Grain has since fed little Whole Grain his lunch and puts on the coffee. Once everyone is welcomed in and coats have been hung up, little Strawberry and little Whole Grain are sent to the playroom to play while Strawberry and Whole Grain see if old grudges can finally be put to rest and compromises can be made. Essentially they are looking for a win/win solution. Trouble is, no matter how hard they try (and believe me, they give it their best, I mean 100% effort because they are great kids) little Strawberry and little Whole Grain simply cannot get along. Some people/personalities just don't mesh you know? No matter how differently they go about it, they clash time and again making it all of impossible for Whole Grain and Strawberry to have the much needed discussion that will finally make things right.

I wish Strawberry and Whole Grains would just see the fucking light. Or hire a baby sitter. Or let the little foods play by themselves where they can be supervised. Or fist fight it out and see who the better food really is manfood style. But alas, that never happens. I'm not going to feel bad for them though, no way. I feel bad for those two good little foods, to young to understand the big picture, trapped in a room together to tough out what was never their problem to begin with, yet putting their all into an impossible scenario just to hopefully stay out of trouble. Ah me.

On a far more lucid note but still pertaining to food, I finished my first beadwork hummingbird feeder holder. I don't like it as much as I thought I would but it's still pretty neat. All I have to do now is take pictures and show you. You know how it goes.