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I am a bit of a piggy.  I am the girl that wakes up ravenous and makes some ridiculous non-breakfast meal, sits on the couch to turn on CSI Wherever and then proceeds to stuff said food into my face.  And I love it.  It tastes so good when it hits my lips!!  But I love myself as well.  It took me awhile to get to this place, but I care about my body.  You would never know by the amount of booze and cigs I suck down.  So when Beau told me about his juice fast I was intrigued.  I wanted to support him and I figured making dinner for myself while juicing his was not the way to go.  So I was on board although I had no clue what I was in for.  I figured this experience would bring me closer to my healthier, more wholesome self.

I am now on the last day of my prefast and I feel pretty great.  I have rekindles my romance with frozen peas.  The fruit and veg we juice always tastes pretty scrumptious.  I haven’t really posted too much, because I didn’t know how I felt about it or if I would run screaming for the nearest Fat Donald’s.  Now that I am in the trenches of juicedom, I feel kind of ashamed.  Ashamed for how I ate and how disconnected I felt from my food.  There are so many of us who love to cook and love the taste and spice and colours.  But I realize I had lost that loving feeling.  (cue Everly Brothers)  I had become a semi-foodie whore.  Of course I always want the food to taste good, but I was drifting to the dark side where Darth Vadar is a pretty presentation and Darth Maul is the latest foodie trend.  I am not an expert nor a professional chef, so what the fuck is my problem?  Why has my food become so serious and I along with it? 

I am tasting my food these past few days and the biggest change hasn’t been the amount of snot that has been dripping from my nose (which has been an obscene amount) or the weight I have already lost cause I’m an oinks, but how excited I am to jump start the team that cooks with me, my stomach and my heart.  Little did I know, but this juice fast is giving me the sort of clarity that will help me be a better cook, eater and all around cuddly person. 

I haven’t even started the hardcore part of the juice fast, but I feel confident.  I may feel completely different at the conclusion of JuiceFest 2009.  I know the physical benefits will be a big plus which is always a good thing, but I want to have learned something, anything and if it takes a bunch of juice so be it.  Bring it on!  When all this is said and done I am ready to get back in the kitchen, if she will still have me.

 
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There is an ABC game going on and brookem assigned me the letter W.   She informed me I was lucky seeing as how it was the last before the letters start to get ridonkulous.  X, Y and Z are going to have to be pretty creative.  Muah ah ah!!

When you cook for someone on their birthday, you must be prepared for the copious amount of leftovers as well.  Good thing they were BITCHIN!!  Thursday night’s dinner was delicious and fun, spent with good people and good wine. 

We tried singing the Happy Birthday song and someone managed to fuck that up.  They know who they are.  See if we sing for you!

The starter was a creamy zuccini and anchovy soup.  Holy crap this was so good with some crunchy Italian bread.

Nothing says I love you like Chicken Parmigiana.  At least that’s what mine says.  I don’t know about yours.

So I was interviewed by the very fun and witty Lemmonex and seeing as how I love a good quiz game I figured others might as well.  Rules are as follows:      

1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. Be sure you link back to the original post.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

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1. Your blog is pretty new.  What prompted you to start writing?

I’ve been writing for some time, but not anything in blog form.  I was losing the spark and I missed having fun writing.  My S.O. (significant other) thought I was nuts not to blog about the things I love talking about most: food, the shows I watch about food while eating food and all the bits in between.  I got started and I am really happy with how fun it’s been and getting to know other blog writers through their sites.

2. What is the worst kitchen disaster you have ever had?

Ugh.  I suppose the worst disaster didn’t actually ruin the food.  I was visiting a friend and got really drunk one night.  As we stumbled back to the house I realised that I wanted pancakes in the biggest way.  So pancakes I would have!!  I was too incoherent to remember if I had turned the burner on, so I tested how hot it was with my hand.  I am not so smart when there has been too much whiskey.  The next morning I was belching up maple syrup and wondering why I had a huge burn mark in the shape of a spiral on my palm.  I don’t think the pancakes were worth it seeing as how I don’t remember if they were good and that burn took two months to heal.

3. What is your favorite ingredient?

Hmmm.  I would love to say garlic since I put it in quite a lot of my food, but I don’t think it’s my favorite.  My favorite would have to be brown sugar.  Dark brown to be exact.  I use it in glazes, tomato sauces, oatmeal, tea, anywhere I can get away with it I suppose.  I was never into sugar until I started cooking and learned to use it in foods other then baked goods.

4. Name a hobby besides cooking, please.

Easy, karaoke.  I used to take voice lessons for years, but that is way too serious for something that is neither my career or something I am totally awesome at.  But I love the idea of singing for fun.  I don’t care if people are bad or great, there are some interesting characters at karaoke.  I sing a lot of country.  I relate to the depression and drinking.  And usually I tend to not suck it as bad singing country music. 

5. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I suppose I wish I could be really great at just one thing.  Like so many people I know, many of us are pretty good at a bunch of things.  I’m good at spelling, washing the dishes (seriously, I am efficient), playing the clarinet, sudoku, making chicken parmigiana.  But I wish I was great at just one thing, I mean REALLY great.  It doesn’t even matter what it is.  I guess it is just knowing that I am not just a hodge podge of all this “potential” and knowing where my true talent lies.  And if that talent happens to be duck calling then fucking rock and roll!!!  I would want to be the best duck caller I could be. 

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I LOVE MAN VS FOOD!!!!!  I had some episodes of the Travel Channel show recorded, so last night I made it a point to watch the latest one.  Adam goes to Boston to tackle the 12 pound Eagle’s burger challenge.  12 fucking pounds.  Now any other time that would make me sick to my stomach, but for some reason, I want to eat everything he inhales on this show.  I am sitting there watching them stack this tower of beef, bacon and cheese and all I can think about is,

“How far is the closest Burger King?”

So I woke up this morning with a jones for some meat and not in the sexy way.  My goal for this glorious Saturday is too stuff as much food in my face as possible.  Slightly sad, but overall pretty attainable goal.  I am starting the day off with a Subway footlong… Spicy Italian, yum.  Hey don’t judge me!  I got it on whole wheat!

The man meat in my life is going ice fishing today.  If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll bring back some yummy fish.  Mmmm, fried fish.  Go!  Provide for your woman!

What are you up to for your weekend of gluttonous behavior?