I have a crazy backlog of food photos building up on my hard drive and no time to blog about them because I’m always busy rubbing your nose in my self-importance here, so I think I’m going to focus more on that for the moment and officially ask for your support of my food blog, donuts4dinner.
In case you need visual prodding:
I know it’s hard to think of a hundred different ways to say “that brown sugar cake you ate at that restaurant I’ve never heard of and will never visit sure looks tasty”, but
a) Kelly, Jessica, Ellie, Ash, and Tracey do it, and
b) I always find incredibly insightful things to say about your pets/kids/clothes/hot husband, so you can probably swing a “yum!” my way every now and then. (Meaning every day. (Miss a post, and you’re dead to me.))
j/k! Love you!
Here’s the RSS link if you just want to go ahead and add that to your reader right now: donuts4dinner RSS. And I’ll see you there.
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I will work on a clever way to say, “that brown sugar cake you ate at that restaurant I’ve never heard of and will never visit sure looks tasty.” Until then, please excuse me while I heat up some microwave rice or slap some lunch meat on a sandwich, all the while being jealous of that food.
And I’ll read your clever comment while I make my usual lunch of a microwave quesadilla and instant pudding.
I read it, just don’t comment. I’m ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE.
But I click your ads. So I get a bye.
You jerk! I just assumed you never read it and started forlornly reading your food blog without commenting to save some face.
But you know I appreciate those ad-clicks.
Why does everyone want to make me feel like THE WORST PERSON ALIVE this week?
I love the photos on your food blog so, so much, so I generally make it over there for most of the posts and skim, but … I just have difficulty following along with food blogging. You write beautifully, but I don’t really know what a red wine reduction is. You’ve been out to eat with me! I’m like, “I like cheese. This is salty. This tastes like a sweettart.” Not sophisticated. But I want to be supportive, so I can definitely throw you a “yum.” I just worry my comments will be disappointing?
It wasn’t a personal attack on you! It was an attack on everyone! Mostly Cassie!
I like food blog comments because they tell me what appeals to people. I now know that Kelly loves meatballs and that everyone except you hates pink burgers. Tracey actually accused me of liking to drink blood yesterday. This is fun!
GOLD STAR FRIEND! BOOYAH!
p.s. I just Googled how to spell booyah, and I’m still not sure I like it.
Yeah, your two comments recently really put you on the map.
I always used to write “boo-yah”. I think “boo-ya” would work, except that people like to write “ya” when they mean “yeah”.
I read your blog! I’m just afraid I will resort to saying “I drooled all over my keyboard” every single time. I guess it’s a bit better than “yum”. Also I have a theory that after I read your blog I gain a few pounds from jealous eating. I will try and get over all my hang-ups for you though! Now let’s go eat ramen and buns.
Sure, Ash, just crap all over my soon-to-be-go-to “yum.”
JK, love you, let’s hang out!
Oops my evil plan was exposed >:) jk2 and also I’m hanging out with you guys tomorrow. I’m bringing cookies!
I know you read my blog! I mentioned you in this post as someone who comments on my posts! Clearly you read that blog but not this one! Jerk!
OH! I thought you meant DO IT! As in, go DO IT! I’m not a jerk I’m just an idiot. Which I’m not sure is better.
But at least I made you cookies for later! ;)
Oh, hilarious. I wish I was that demanding. “ASH, YOU SPECIFICALLY NEED TO GO COMMENT ON MY FOOD BLOG IF YOU EVER WANT ACCESS TO MY SINKY COUCH AGAIN.”
Hey I always read it…well….urm….look at the pretty pictures. I just seriously can’t relate to your fabulously glamorous life, so I have nothing substantial to say.
Not to take what you wrote too seriously, but I do often wonder if people just can’t relate to me. I just assume that if you don’t see yourself in my life, you’ll at least be interested in me like you would be a car wreck, but then I see how every mother in the world is bonding with each other and not me (you/Jessica/Cassie) and it makes me maaaaaad. Slash jealooooous.
I thought we totally bonded in that hotel room together. Was it just one sided? Sigh.
You still love Cassie and Noel more than me! It’s nonsensical, and I blame it on children. Not that they’re not great. This is mostly theatre. But not entirely.
I suppose if you can wade through my sports stuff, I can peruse some places I’ll never go and food I’d never eat. Your pics are amazeballs though.
NICE! And thank you! I knew all of my half-intelligible sports comments would pay off eventually.
You know by now that I love looking at your food blog… even if I did happen to comment today and say one of the items looks like worms. I’m constantly amazed by the strange food you’re willing to eat! But I think I’d try it too in that kind of amazing setting.
And I agree with Bluz, awesome photos.
p.s. And I totally know you’re referencing my hot husband, so I give you bonus points for that. See? Total connection.
It looks like raw ground beef to me, so no offense taken. It really is all about setting for me. The more expensive it is, the more edible I assume it’s going to be. That’s why I won’t eat anything remotely weird at, say, the $30 sushi buffet, while Kamran’s sucking down monkfish livers and razor clams and everything else. Poor guy thought taking me to nice places for freaky foods would translate to the cheaper places.
Thank you! All of my love to you and your hot husband.
Hey, I have hope that I will one day visit those restaurants…especially the one that gives you 40 dozen cookies at the end of your meal.
Can you just skip to the end and get the cookies? Maybe with wine pairings?
Keep the dream alive, MBG. There are a bunch of restaurants here that just do dessert tasting menus with wine. Including . . . PER SE.
If it doesn’t involve a microwave I have NO clue.
Fair warning.
Mmm . . . microwaved bay scallops with a microwaved hollandaise sauce. The sad thing is that I’m sure this exists in some cookbook somewhere.
Can I be the person who just posts “First!” every time? I’ll mix it up with some “1st!” and “fir.. oh .. 2nd :(” ones.
How fun! I am off to check it out :) Totally want a donut now too…
Actually, now that I’ve been living in the city, I’ve been reading your Donuts for Dinner blog a lot (it’s helping my fellow OhioFarmgirl self come to terms with BigCity food prices and opening my eyes to this notion of fancy food, just for the fanciness of it). I’ve hesitated to comment figuring 1.) Nobody really appreciates militant vegan food perspectives (do they?) and 2.) I still have yet to write that one highly evocative, quintessential (piece/paragraph/sentence) that will account for/glorify my Indian vagabonding, and will thus establish me as a candidate for blogging buddy sisterhood. So, barring all that, a. you’re photos are freaking awesome. b. if you’d ever consider reviewing the lifestyle experience that is Pure Food & Wine (or some such foie gras alternative establishment), I’d totally love to witness you work. c. You and I both survived the High-wire Unicycle, the Vomit-Inducing Spinner of Doom (what was that called?), shifts with Tobin Shepard, so at the very least that’s cause to celebrate with Bubble Tea, right?
How did I miss that you live here now?! Awesome. “I’d totally love to witness you work” is crazy-talk, but I appreciate the sentiment, and I’ve wanted to go to Pure Food for a looooooong time, so we have to set that up. Also, I can’t believe you went with Tobin instead of Perrin when discussing survival, but yes, bubble tea. Early and often.
I know, I know, the T-Spoon reference was a cheap shot, but I knew he’d forgive me–first instinct was actually Mr. ETL (who led me to your blog to begin with), but only *just* got back on the facebook list , and you know that’s a difficult cut to make :). And Perrin, well, besides awkward Christmas party karaoke and camp-in FUN! I can’t say I’ve had the honor of his entertainment…besides, that’s too easy, right? I am totally down/up for Pure whenever you’re free. I was intimidated by the idea of fancy eating, and then I had lunch today @ Junoon and was enormously underwhelmed–though I was permitted to open a few jars in the spice room! Ha-Ha! My #’s the same, up in Harlem for the time being. And seriously jonesing for bubble tea.