Thursday, February 22, 2007


I found this picture, which I had meant for a post about Google's Christmas party.
Needless to say it's not quite as fresh in my mind as it was right after this picture was taken, but people from Google are a little too happy.

I did find one subversive member of the Google clan, who told me that working at Google was like living at home with your parents.
When he would try to leave for lunch they would say, "Where are you going? Surely you aren't going to lunch. We made you a nice healthy lunch right here."
When he would leave to go have drinks after work they would say, "Surely you aren't going out for drinks, we have drinks in the conference room every Thursday. There's no need to go out."

I was struck with a strange mixture of disgust and envy that I still haven't reconciled.
It seemed a little cult-ish, but in a good way. The way that Scientology was oddly attractive to me before Tom Cruise started jumping off couches.

A smart person would have though twice before eating the cookie, but I didn't.
It's been a long time, PBMax

Do you remember PBMax bars?

Al and I remember them well, and we have talked about them several times. I loved them, and I'm pretty sure they loved me too. Then mysteriously, in the late 90's they stopped making them. Children wept. Well, I wept.
Last Friday when Al and I were just sitting home watching TV he suddenly says, "Man, I want to make our own PBMax bars."
Needless to say, shenanigans ensued....delicious shenanigans.
After some disagreements on what was actually in a PBMax bar (see commercial) we were off. They said "whole grain cookie" but we improvised with a buttery wafer cookie.
Then Al piped the peanut putter on top:
Then we froze the cookies and peanut butter for about 1/2 an hour. Then we put them on a metal rack and poured the chocolate over the top.
They were delicious.

Chris liked them too.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Feeding the seals
When Al and I first started dating we knew that eventually both of us wanted to live on the East Coast. I told him that there are a few things that he has to do before he leaves California, or his stay here will be incomplete.
Since I was in NY last week interviewing for jobs, I though we better hurry up and cross some more of those things off the list.
One important one was feeding the seals in Morro Bay, so Saturday morning we woke up early and got to driving. It's almost 4 hours away, but totally worth it.
Don't eat the fish. That's gross.
Pumpkin Pasta
See, I had high hopes of making Pumpkin Ravioli, but then I realized that I needed other tools and I was feeling really lazy, so I mixed the cooked pumpkin along with some spinach and cheese into pasta. I have to say, not nearly as good.
I'm going to add this to my list of less-than-brilliant ideas.
Later I frosted this cake to look like an American Flag, but then I forgot to take a picture of it.
Here is a picture of Karen dressed like an American Flag.
I hope that helps.
I only like brownies if they are chewy and fudgey, or in the movie Willow...but you brownie, you will not do!
I would post the recipe for these brownies, but then it would perpetuate a world of cakey brownies, and I can't let that happen.

Monday, February 05, 2007

Okay, so I know that this blog is/was supposed to be about food...but here is the thing, in support of the cause (and the cause being good food) I am determined to move to New York.
I am in the city for a week to look for a job.
Right now I am held up in the Aroma Espresso Bar. I already had one large latte, but I fear that I will need one or two more before I go outside and brave the 17 degree temperature again.
17 degrees? Whoever heard of such a thing? Not me.
I'm pretty busy with interviews and whatnot, but I am making time to fit in all the good food that I possibly can.
Yesterday I went to a restaurant called A7. I had the eggs benedict with red pepper sauce instead of hollandaise (I'm just going to go ahead and spell that however I want). It was delish.
Al made me informally promise to not have pizza without him, or if I had it, to at least not enjoy it without him. I'm not sure how the whole "not enjoying it" thing would work out. Maybe I'll have to make a mental note to say "yuck" after every bite.