If I start off every Foodie Pen Pals post with “the end of the month sure sneaks up on a challenger” would any of you notice?

Well it does, it sneaks up.  It sneaks up like The Snoops sneaks up on an opened peanut butter jar and pounces.  But we’ll get to peanut butter later.

First, let me remind you all what it is I do here.  Foodie Pen Pals is my thing, my schtick, my bag baby.  I take the box, the whole box, and amaze you all with my culinary creation.  I do this by ripping off the Food Network show Chopped.

Except there are no other challengers to battle, it’s just me fighting against myself.  I can be very competitive so it’s not as easy a win as you might think.  Don’t get me wrong, I win.  Every time.

Round 1: The Chopped Challenge

Round 2: Mini Meals

Round 3: The Copy Cat Challenge

Round 4: Big Balls

That brings us to Round 5 and Carma.  Yes, Carma not Karma.  Carma is a lovely reader from Ashland, Ohio – Midwest in the house – and she sent me my Foodie Pen Pals Box, my mystery ingredients, my inspiration.

Based on the post card she included I had kinda hoped for cheese, but cheese probably doesn’t travel well in a Midwestern summer.  I don’t know where you all hail from but it gets flippin’ hot here.

Instead I received a bag of sweet potato chips.

Gluten Free Lucy’s Chocolate Chip Cookies.

Seed and Fruit Mix.

Brown Rice Marshmallow Treats and Mango Pineapple Iced Green Tea Mix.

All gluten free.  All delicious.  All opened up and enjoyed well before the competition ever started.  I like to know my ingredients, really know them.  By the time the end of the month snuck up on me I had about a half cup of each left over.  No problem.  I can work with that.

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No matter what time of year it is or what I’m doing, this album from Sublime along with one other in my collection instantly place me in a summer mood, and all that entails.  Feeling that fall is just around the corner, I’ve been rocking this in my head for a couple weeks straight.

He’s pleased to meet you.  His name is Bradley.  He’s hornier than Ron Jeremy.


Sublime – Caress Me Down

A few weekends ago The Husband and I took The Pete to the Zoo for his very first viewing of animals you can’t purchase from the pet store or see at the local dairy farm.

He’s seen animals before.  Dogs, clearly.  Goats.  Bunnies in the backyard.  Butterflies at the park exhibit.  Fish and lizards and birds at the pet store.  Please somebody tell me I’m not the only one that takes their kid to the pet store for some cheap entertainment.  What.  There’s no entrance fee and the snacks are infinitely cheaper.  Plus you can run errands while you’re there and get The Snoops her bacon snacks.  The Snoops LOVES her bacon snacks.

Do you see how I can successfully incorporate “food blogging” into every post?  I’m quite proud, really.  Quite proud.

Speaking of food blogging and the Zoo, did you know that turtles eat healthy too?  Yup.  We walked in on them during lunchtime and they were munching away on some salad, sans dressing.

I know I’m not exactly a motivational healthy living food blogger here to guilt you all into clean eating and over exercising . . . so I’ll just let the turtles do it for me.  The clean eating part that is, not the over exercising.  Turtles are not exactly the poster child for movement.

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Hi all.  Happy Monday.  I went to bed early last night instead of working on my Monday blog post so you will have to wait till tomorrow for the Zoo recap.  My apologies to all of you who hate the word recap.  In my defense this is my first time using it and I don’t think I care for it either so we’re all on the same page here.

As a teaser, tomorrow’s post is entitled Turtles Eat Healthy Too.  I am confident now you will all come back for more.  But just in case, let me leave you with a picture for your zoo viewing pleasure.

Yup, I managed not only to find a goat at the zoo, but to find a cartoon goat.  My apologies to all of you who don’t love goats or find me as funny as I find myself.  No, scratch that, none of those things are actually possible.

See you tomorrow then.  Bright and early.  But don’t bring coffee because I don’t drink the stuff.


Question of the Day: Are you coming back to visit tomorrow?  Was it because of the cartoon goat?

Anxiously anticipating Kelly’s promised recap of their Phish experience last week. I bet it will bring back some memories.



Phish – Bouncing Around the Room


Me and I and my Non Mommy Blogger Self are back again for another edition of Munchkin Meals.

That’s twice in one month.  Twice. At this rate Sweetey Petey is going to need his own food blog to document his eats.  I mean, the kid can eat.  He can eat a lot.  And he loves to eat.  Unless it’s peas.  He hates peas.

And kiwi.

Apparently he can type these days (he has his own Twitter account and everything) so his own blog just might be the way to go.

Until he can start talking and decide on a name for it, I suppose I will just let him hijack my blog periodically.

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22. August 2012 · 12 comments · Categories: 23 Paws · Tags:

It’s August 22nd around these Midwestern Parts.  Anyone else wondering where the month went?  I so should have made a summer bucket list just so I could say I kicked it.

Anyway, back to the date.  It’s the 22nd.  That means it’s time for 23 Paws.

Insert crickets happily chirping here.  Seriously, there are crickets outside, I can hear them through the open window.  It’s nice.  If only there were hear-a-vision on the internet.  Wait.  That’s a vlog.  Forget it, I’m not technologically savvy enough for that and I haven’t done my hair today so it’s out for sure.

So it’s the 22nd.  That means it’s time for 23 Paws.  Okay, okay, you got me.  23 Paws is on the 23rd.  Not the 22nd.  It’s not rocket science here people, I am just a day early.  Cut an animal lover a break will ya?

I’m not the only one that loves animals it seems.  Other bloggers seem to love animals too, especially on the 23rd of the month.  If I am a day early does that mean I love them more??

Turns out The Snoops loves animals too.  We’ve already talked about how she loves hamsters and mice, but did you know she loves pigs too?

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Ahhhhh Monday.  We meet again.  I used to assume when I became a SAHM days would lose their meaning and a Tuesday would be the same as a Sunday.  Nope.  Mondays are still cringe worthy and Fridays are still much anticipated.  Saturdays are still the absolute best day of the week of course.  Not sure why that is exactly.  It just is.

This past Saturday was, obviously then, absolutely awesome.  We took the Pete to the Zoo for the first time and while he was more interested in his lunch than the elephants, it was a gorgeous day for a nice walk in the faux wild.

As a side note, I thought “faux” was spelled “feux” but to be sure I googled it.  The Urban Dictionary told me that “feux” is the way a dumbass spells “faux”.   Thanks Urban Dictionary.  Thanks a lot.  Moving on.

I’ll share more of our Zoo trip later this week or next, but for now suffice it to say that Saturday was awesome.  Sunday was pretty great too . . . except for one teensy tiny thing.  The Destroyer destroyed again.  Sigh.  No, it wasn’t the carpet or the couch or (gasp) my brand new Spongy Poof from Cinnamon at Eat Pray Tri.  It was this guy.

Well, that’s what’s left of him anyway.  No, it doesn’t look like it was anything in the first place. No, I’m not nuts.  That is, er, was my newest favorite photography prop.  I found this lovely bit of bark in the yard and he was perfect for holding vegetables.  See?

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I know a lot of people in the ol’ blog world regularly post up music, but I have to credit Calee’s excellent Sweet Tunes Thursday series with making me jump on the bandwagon.  Her and I bonded in the Twitterverse over some mutual love for Andrew WK.

So when the mood strikes, I will be forced to commandeer the wife’s cyberspace.  Lucky you will get the chance to hear what’s stuck in my head… and maybe a few words guessing why it’s there.  Maybe not.

For today, enjoy the melancholy harmonies of:


Moxy Fruvous – The Drinking Song

I harvested sweet potatoes.  From my garden.

You read me right.  Sweet Potatoes.  From my garden.  My garden.  Well, our garden.  The Husband helped.  A little.

Let me warn you now . . . this post will be heavy on the pictures and light on my usual sarcasm.  How can I be sarcastic about sweet potatoes.  From my garden.  My garden.  Well, our garden.  The Husband helped.  A little.

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