#54 Dulce Delish

Dulce Delish is every bit the heavenly caramel experience you would expect from the diabolical minds at Ben and Jerry's. Its creamy, swirly, golden morsels have been carefully and scientifically refined to strum all the perfect cords on the instrument that is your pleasure center. It will lull your mind and body into a state that can only be described as the glow of true love. It is seductively dangerous perfection. Beware.

"Alan's First Birthday" or "French, French, Chocolate"

This week the menu was basically "boyfriend's choice" and I'll confess here on Thursday afternoon, I'm a little worse for the sugar carb wear. Sunday was the Oscars which is apparently a HUGE deal around here, and there was much consumption of sour patch kids, M&M's and popcorn. Then on Tuesday when my dashing boyfriend turned 23, we ate (unremarkable/ not as good as Panera's) French Onion Soup,  (delicious) home made french bread, and (absolutely amazingly good) Chocolate cream pie that we busted out at midnight Tuesday morning and ravenously consumed long before the sun came up. Here's what it looked like.

"We Got More Bounce In California Than All Yall Combined"

Clockwise from the top : Big Bang Theory, Chinese takeout, Gilmore Girls, The O.C.

Confession time: I have some weird habits. I love to get whole seasons of TV shows on DVD and watch all the episodes back to back. This is not without some side effects. I tend toward funky dreams where I share intimacies with the characters from the show, I imagine that I've spotted members of the cast out in random places they would never be (driving a garbage truck?), and I start to crave the food they're eating in each episode.

"I Nutella Resse's" or "A Little Sweat Ain't Never Hurt Nobody"

One summer when I was 18 I got into this phase where all I would do was listen to Beyoncé's B'day Album and bake peanut butter cookies. I must have baked at least 8 different batches, tweaking the recipe over and over until I got what I thought was the perfect taste. As deliciously toe curling as I can remember that very last batch to be, I must have lost interest, or found a new boy or something because once I finished with my magnum opus I never bothered to write down the recipe. * face palm* This week I had a surplus of Reese's lying around (what?! how does that happen?!) from a recipe that never came into being, and so I got to thinking that maybe maybe the peanut butter gods had a message for me...

"Love Potions" or "Pork Is A Nice Sweet Meat"

yes, I accidentally squashed those poor sad roses

Bacon I think is the food of love. Not only is the mere the sight of it enough to bring a dreamy look into they eyes of carnivores everywhere, but when paired with beer, has been known to even bring tears to the eyes of grown men. And its' delicious hot pink stripes totally fits in with the whole Vday color scheme. And if that doesn't convince you, it was at least the perfect salt lick pairing for the box of chocolates I was gifted and will not confess to eating all in one day.( Hey what happens on V day...) Personally I think bacon should be the official food of Valentine's day. What could BE more romantic? What? Chocolate? Champagne and Strawberries? Pshaww!