Oops. I Ate a Burger King Cheese Burger.

Yep, thas right, I et myself a Burger King burger. With fries too. Its been years since I had one and for some reason it just sounded right.

There I was doing the good thing eating my fresh vegetable soup at Casa Espinoza when my dear cousin Guy bust in the house and dashed about asking if anyone wanted anything from Burger King. He was on a mission to get burgers, and get them NOW.

I so admire people what have a mission. I wanted to be part of his important mission so I volunteered myself for one. And fries. And diet coke please.

It was fun eating normal fast food with the family. Like I was almost normal. Auntie didn't quite believe I was really going to eat it but I did. It was good. And fun.

But, to redeem my School I did make dinner tonight. I stuffed cornish game hens with garlic and spices and roasted them in the oven. I made a nice batch of wild rice and some fresh shitake mushrooms sauteed with butter, garlic and some crushed red pepper then added fresh asparagus to the skillet after the mushrooms gave off their juices and cooked them down with a little basting of giblet broth I had going on the stove from the hens.

We topped it all off with a slice of pumpkin pie from the two I made yesterday at Casa Espinoza's. It was all good. Saturday night fast food, Sunday night a respectable dinner. The holidays are getting in gear, I feelz it.

Turkey or Bust!

OMG! We have been testing several turkey recipes these last few days at the Chronicles test kitchen in time for Thanksgiving. I may just bring my own hot dog and peanut butter to this year's holiday dinner. I don't think; scratch that; I KNOW I can not eat another piece of Turkey for another year.

I wish that bird would just grow feathers and fly the coup.

However, the good side was that I got to do some food styling today for which I will actually get dollars for the effort. Yea Me. One was a piece of cheese (hey, we gotta start small right) that was featured with in the Wine Section and then this evening I put together a plate of a traditional Turkey dinner. I got to work with the photographer on that one. He is a very nice guy. He really made me feel welcomed and not like the newbie I am. Thanks Craig.

One of my other tasks is pouring out all the wine that was tested for the Wine Tasting on Wednesday. That was somber duty. Amen.

I tossed 51 bottles of champagne. That's right. Fifty-one. Then I tossed the countless bottles of Red and White. I felt like I just ended a bad wedding. At a good wedding there are empty bottles. Of course it is best to do this task first thing in the morning since one does not feel the temptation one might at say, 7pm. I don't own a Boda Bag. Yet.

I'm coming up to my First Week at the Chronicle! 11 more weeks to go then its "kick her to the streets" (as agreed). I'm busy at night thinking on what the next path will be.

Life is quite the adventure. Bon Voyage.

Astrological Food Preferences by Sign

Virgo: Symbol – The Virgin. Yeah, right! You’ll eat the gum under a chair or drink all un-drank cocktails after the party is over. Other peoples plates are near orgasmic for you. Don’t kid yourself, you can’t even spell virgin. But you do scream like a little girl.

Libra: Symbol – Balanced Scales. After dinner you weigh yourself on not one, but two scales just to feel better. The glass is half full and your ass is twice as big as you think. You think food is “balanced” if it is 2 double bacon cheeseburgers.
Come on, give us an oink.

Scorpio: Symbol – The Scorpion. You’re an entomologist’s nightmare. You sneak into the lab after hours for the Free Buffet of bottled larva. You like the chase of crawling things, cornering them and tricking them onto a plate or fork. You need help.

Sagittarius: Symbol – The Archer. Ah those were the days when men used to hunt food using a simple bow and arrow. You, on the other hand, brought food gathering up a notch. Your idea of hunting is using a helicopter and bush men to scare your prey into a circle for no-miss shooting. So what if you’re two bushmen short on your way home. That’s your idea of giving something back to nature. You’re a fargin icehole.

Capricorn: Symbol – The Goat. You’ll eat anything with the word corn in it including foot corns and bunions. You’ll eat paper, twigs, and do commercials with a duck. You don’t believe in insurance so you carry food with you wherever you go. You’re cute, if you like people with lots of chin hair.

Aquarius: Symbol – The Water Bearer. Vodka and water, scotch and water. You get my drift? You stay in water because it helps hold you up from stumbling. Should you pass out all anyone need do is toss a glass of water on your face and you’re up and at it again. Your liver looks like an aquarium.

Pisces: Symbol – The Fish. Any fish will do for you. Washed up on the shore fish, guppies, beached whales and anything that is slimy. You are attracted to that fishy smell and can be found loitering around red light districts. You are what you eat You slimy, stinkin’, washed up so and so.

Aires: Symbol – The Ram. What does a hard headed Ram personality eat? A Dodge Truck for starters. Ribs from a buffalo, a side of beef (skin on) wild boars (bore eats boar) and road kill. Aries are the sociopaths of the Zodiac. If you know one, check into the Witness Protection Program. Jeffery Dahmer was an Aries…. Am I making sense now?

Taurus: Symbol – The Bull. The China Cabinet. The mess. You connect the dots. Don’t sit down to eat with a Bull, especially if there is a red tablecloth and Italian food. You may be wearing it within 10 minutes. They can eat everything in site including the restaurant. Best advice: Don’t invite one home.

Gemini: Symbol - The Twins. Double the fun; double the food; double the trouble. Not only will these diners talk your ear off they will eat your wallet without you realizing it. No matter who they are, there’s REALLY two of them. One schizoid and the other phrenic. Masochists tend to enjoy the company of this Zodiac sign.

Cancer: Symbol - The Crab. How appropriate. We calls um likes we sees um. If you don’t give them food immediately – they complain. No drinks, bitchy. No appetizers, darn cranky. Who wants to put up with all this?! Hannible Lecter that’s who. Another glass of Key-ahn-tay and that should smooth their cracked shells. If they crab after that they may just become his see-food dinner.

Leo: Symbol – The Lion. King of the Jungle, yada, yada, yada. They’re fiercely lazy. YOU bring the food, YOU cook dinner, YOU pay the tab. YOU clean up after. Not only that they’ll be first to let you know when something is not hot enough, cold enough or good enough. By the time you’re done with dinner you’re seriously considering becoming an African Safari Big Game Hunter with one trophy in mind.