Cinnamon Kabocha Squash Zoats and a Sundry of Other Things

Cinnamon Kabocha Squash Zoats.

Yeah.  These were perfection.

 But when is kabocha squash not perfect?

 When it's not on my plate.  That's when.

 Or when I can't find little baby kabocha squash (or is it squashi? or squashes?) that are perfectly proportioned to be transformed into fabulous little cake in a squash creations.

Then I have to use acorn squash.  I like acorn squash, but I looooooove kabocha squash.

Like a fat kid loves cake.

Like a mouse loves cheese.

Like a farmer loves sunshine.  Unless it's the middle of a drought.  Then they don't like sunshine much. Or if they have to go to a wedding and the sun is shining and they think they should be in the field rather than going to the wedding plus they hate weddings and would rather be getting a root canal than be at the wedding but pretend the only reason they don't wanna be at the wedding is because the sun is shining and they should be in the field rather than at the wedding.

Huh.  I follow you.

 Anyone else think all commercials on TV should be cancelled except the ones of the guy sitting with little kids and chatting about "who thinks more is better"??

(My hand is raised.)

(PS, that picture up there was cake in acorn squash.  FYI.)

Beanie and the Bad Boys sent Wilberforce and I a box of Happy Birthday surprises.  Remember the shorts?

 I wore them during my Chest and Tris workout this week.  I ran fast, jumped high, and lifted heavier because my shorts were so freakin awesome.

I had Wilberforce take a pic of me to send to Beanie so she could appreciate what a crack-wagon her sister is.  Although I'm pretty sure she already knew I was/am/always will be a crack-wagon.

He's a great photographer.  Always gets those priceless candids.

 My belly itches constantly from my sunburn.  So I scratch it.

My face is also most comfortable in a sneer.  So I work it.

My shirt represents the Best TV Show Ever Aired. So I wear it.

Someone on Instagram grilled some squash.  I'm incompetent and cannot safely operate our grill, so I used our stove top cast iron grill thingy instead.

 Here we have a lovely variety of kabocha squash (surprised? me niether), broccoli, asparagus, sliced turnips, and baked chicken slices.

 Everything tastes better from a grill.  Even a stovetop grill.  I think it's the char lines.

 Maybe I'll try eating my grilled food with my eyes closed next time and see if it's equally delicious.  If I measured out my portions, used grilled and non-grilled food, and both Wilberforce and I closed our eyes, would that be considered a Double Blind Placebo Controlled Trial?

Bahahahahahahahahahaha. 

Pretty sure I could publish the results.  I'm sure it would be a very reliable trial; very scientifical.  We'd come up with P values and all that good stuff.

And then I'd lay down in the middle of the street and wait for someone to run me over, because statistical analysis makes me suicidal.  Fo' reals.


I had real food for breakfast the other day.  Again.

I smothered it in ketchup and mustard after this picture.

Me gusta ketchup.  Mucho.

(That's Spanish for "give me some freakin ketchup on all the foods!")