it's over.

i finished my lent.

and got so sick that i may never eat ever again.

lent: how to learn how awful things really are.

lent.

i understand that i am a terrible blogger, even though i got the blogger app thinking that i would blog til my blogging bone broke (i was wrong). and i also understand that i am not catholic. and i also understand that participating in lent as a mormon is silly, yet a challenge is a challenge and i took it upon myself to accept the challenge. the challenge: give up fast food for lent. the ease: invisible. but all you catholics out there REJOICE! for it is almost easters and i know exactly what my easters gift will be...in-n-out...my number one craving since mardi gras. go us!

you be the judge.

dunkin' donuts

 

vs.

delicious homemade, fresh from the fryer, made with love and devotion

wightman donuts

?

conference was good.

in every meaning of the word.

fascination creation.

i wish i was writing this one week ago, exactly.  if i could go back in time the very first thing i would do would be write this post, post it, then come back to modern time and accept all of the love for doing so.  if i had blogged about this last week we, as lovers of ice cream and blogging, would gather together and celebrate the birthday of the beloved baskin robbins 31 flavors.  but it didn't.  moving on...
last week i celebrated the birthday of the beloved baskin robbins 31 flavors.  meaning i got 3 scoops of ice cream for 31 cents.  steal of a birthday deal, i know.  whilst there i tried to think up the worst combination for of three scoops.  could anything be worse than bublegum, jamoca, and daquiri ice?  i doubt it.  how about cotton candy, cinnamon, and mint chocolate chip?  gross.  or what if i got peanut butter, jamoca almond fudge, and chocolate?  gross...wait, what?  i mean delish...since that is what i got...for 31 cents baby!  happy bday 31.

there is no wrong way to eat a burger.

{me and my best friend...the big h.}

weakness:  i love hamburgers.  i wish i didn't and my womanly curves wish it even more, but love is love and nothing can change that.  not even my dire wish to lead a vegetarian lifestyle.  hire's big h is where it is at.  no burger can compete...not even in-n-out.  nope.  not even close.  sorry californians.  but a have a wee problem.  my slight ocd really flares up while eating anything that is enclosed in a bun.  the problem is i cannot eat anything that finds itself hanging outside of the bun.  i can't eat the stragglers.  so i don't.  and my dad gets upset and wonders why i am weird.  turns out, however, that i am not the only one who has burger eating techniques.  one girl i know removes all the lettuce stragglers, everything else that hangs stays, just not the lettuce.  another girl i know says she eats the outside first and the middle last, because {supposedly} the middle is the best part.  like a cookie.  so my question is...how do you eat your hamburger?

no one on the corner has swagga like...

corner bakery.

now open.

at fashion place mall.

the greatest bakery since paradise.

add this to the "must try" list.

do you have a "must try" list?

i do.

i like food.

and eating out.

and trying new things.

probably too much.

but seriously.

add this.

here is why...

{panini's to die for.}

{good ice.}

{enough said.}

{cool old school pictures of our neighbor town.}

love it.

strawberry fields forever.

before saying "ew gross" try this.  trust me.

{strawberries.}

+

{sour cream.}

+

{brown sugar.}

=

foreign food.

i hate it when my foods touch.

really.

i can't stand it.

i want my salad to be salad.

just salad.

vegetables to be vegetables.

just vegetables.

bread to be bread.

just bread.

not a plate of

saladvegetablebread.

gross.

but {like every rule}

there is one exception.

foreign food

is better when touching.

cafe rio.

saladmeatbeansdressingtortilla

perfection.

pizza.

saucecrusttoppingscheese.

pure excellence.

but the food that tastes best touching...

greek food.

i am so in love with an

all things

mediterranean lyfestyle

right now.

and in sg

my mediterranean soul

is in paradise.

because of

basilla's.

{mama loves it there too.}

{the platter from heaven.}

{yum.}

{pronounced "feel awful" but that is the last thing you'll feel eating this.}

{live it. love it. crave it.}

goulash.

i wish nothing more than the following post to be an april fool's day joke. 

i'm sorry to say

it isn't...

 {easily the most adorable picture of natalie.}

you may not know it by looking at her
but my roommate natalie
is a little carnivore.
and i...
i could be a vegetarian
if i didn't love hire's big h 
as much as i do.
but still, natalie tries to make me eat
her crazy meats.
i just can't get myself to eat deer and stuff like that.
i can't.
i won't.

let's rewind to sunday evening.
natalie was on dinner duty.
on the menu:  goulash.
i lazed around
as she slaved away in the kitchen.
every now and then she'd said something like
what's the difference between garlic salt and garlic powder?
and
does this meat look done?
i didn't think anything of that.

the goulash was done.
served.
and devoured.
dee-lish.
in a matter of seconds. 
fast forward to yesterday...
after an intense "relaxation" yoga class
natalie was warming up leftover goulash.
are you sure you don't want any?
i was sure.
she warmed some up
wandered into our bedroom
and sat on my bed.
you know this is elk meat in this right?
...

sounds like aunt linda

has been teaching

natalie a thing or two. 

intrigued.

i met a kid.

named jake.

he is very proper.

so proper in fact,

he eats 

fries and ketchup

like this...

it is not called

"fancy ketchup"

for nothing.

that could be his motto.

fyi.

1. i think out loud a lot.
2. i love 7-11.
3. 7-11 loves me back.

today my break at work was the best break ever.  it's odd since i wasn't hungry and all i wanted was a big gulp from 7-11 {oh thank heaven}so i did just that.  skipped dinner {sorry mom.  i know dinner is important.  sorry natalie.  i always tell you to eat and i did not.} and went to sev {does anyone besides my dad call 7-11 "sev"?  try it. it's fun!} and got me my diet coke fix.

i filled up my big gulp.
i smiled at the slurpee machine {because i love slurpees and wished i could get that too.}
then proceeded to the register.

the cashier said cash only.
and i said....bbbbut i don't have any.  {imagine my saddest voice because that is exactly how it sounded}
but i have a check! i said.
okay sure.  he said.
so i wrote a check for $1.06
then my mind told my mouth to say this feels weird because it did feel weird to write a check for $1.06.
the cashier started laughing.  yes it is very weird to write checks for that much. 
he laughed some more.
you very funny. {he did in fact say it like that}
he laughed some more.
i started to feel like he was making fun of me and my soccer mom of a checkbook.
okay actually the card machine is working. he said.
i ripped up the check, swiped my card and listen to the cashier laugh some more.  he was amused by this.
you welcome back anytime friend! he said.  and i smiled. 
oh i will definitely be back friend. i said.  bye raj!
 then i left and wondered if he only lets people he finds humorous use the credit card machine.
so just in case you need a diet coke fix or a slurpee any time soon, i'd bring cash or prepare a few jokes.

p.s.  this isn't my first experience

falling in friendship

{like falling in love, but as friends, not lovers}

with a sev worker. 

miss you like crazy forrest and manmeet.

from redwood sev.

3.14

{one of courtney's delish pies. before the time when i missed her all day long}

happy pi day to you

happy pi day to you

happy pi day, dear lovlies.

happy pi day to you.

"let them eat cake pie!"

10 days. 

naked juice.

thank you

thank you 

thank you

thank you

thank you

p.s. 

you don't understand 

how nervous i was 

google-ing 

naked juice images.

family room picnic.

when i was small {in age not in size...well i guess in size too}
mom and dad would let
sister and i
loose for fhe.
they would put us in charge of a meal course
and we'd search harmon's for whatever tickled our fancy.
we'd take home our secret pick
prepare it
and present it to the fam
as we sat on a big picnic-y quilt
spread out on the family room floor.
this was our parent's way of saving money
while letting us go wild in a grochery store.
well.
we tried it again.
without sister wightman this time.

 

my assignment:

appetizers.

i chose: lettuce wraps.

mom's assignment:

main dish.

she chose:

asian chicken salad.

dad's assignment:

dessert.

he chose:

the entertainment instead.

{hope for haiti was great right?!}

just kidding.

he chose smoothies.

try it.

indoor picnics are the new pink.

envy this.

tomorrow.  beauty comes to provo. {well...beside mckay's beauty that has been here a while already}  her name is in-n-out.  remember when we went there?  well the classic burger shop opens it's red and white checkered door to the public...but provo in-n-out is already old news to me.  the fine employees of in-n-out burger graced us, meaning the provo marriott {my workplace}, with their tasty presence last week.  yeah, you heard that right, in-n-out paid for their new employees to stay {and party} at the lovely provo marriott hotel before heading to work for the man {more on "the man" here}.  since we treated them like we treat every guest {like gods} they expressed their appreciation in my favorite way.  through the gift of food.  instead of eating cafeteria food for break, i {according to the little worker dressed in white}and my fellow front desk busy bees are the first official customers of the newest in-n-out burger.  what an honor.  i will never forget this moment. 

but

the

cold

hard

reality of

evil

pillow nazi

refrigerator-hogging

south tower demanding

guests

was not a friendly chaser to my free double double with cheese.

sounds like someone needs a visit from the in-n-out fairy.

but she'll have to wait and pay for that tomorrow. 

like everyone else.

except me.