Chicken, French Fries, A Donut & Red Mittens

 

Cocaine Princess here.

I know what some of you are thinking? “Where is Harvest Dinner Part 5?” I’ve had a full week and time did not permit me to post it and because of that I can only imagine how heartbroken and devastated you must be and perhaps a little disappointed too. I’m sorry my lovelies but no worries, it’ll be posted next week.  However, I leave you with an equally exciting post. 

You’ve all heard of the KFC "Double Down Sandwich," right?  Up here it made its' first ever appearance on October 18th. Someone like me who’s constantly watching what they eat and counting calories and obsessively checking the nutritional labels on the side of food packages, I wasn’t interested at all in eating it. 

One weekend while shopping with my sister we took a break for lunch. Since it was her turn to pick the restaurant, the food court was where we dined. Unlike me she was interested in eating the Double Down and judging by the number of people standing in line at KFC so were many, many others.

Here is a picture of sister’s lunch.

The Kentucky Fried Chicken Double Down contains “bacon, two different kinds of melted cheese: pepper jack and swiss, the Colonel’s "secret" sauce pinched in between two pieces of Original Recipe deep fried chicken fillets.” Doesn’t just reading the description make your arteries clog up?

During the first week the Ontario government's health promotions minister Margarett Best inferred she would be reviewing the high-sodium, high fat Double Down, only to have Premier Dalton McGuinty shut down the suggestion since the government has no right in telling people what they can and can’t eat. “Consumers have the right to choose the food they wish to purchase," said Premier McGuinty. I couldn’t agree more.

Here are the nutritional facts:

540 calories
30 grams of fat
1,740 mg of sodium

I know, YIKES!! Yet here is an interesting tid~bit: “Medical researchers stuck up for the Double Down. The Canadian Journal of Cardiology,  explained that one everyday egg yolk contained more cholesterol than two pieces of secret recipe fried chicken holding together bacon and cheese.” I do love my eggs. If it wasn’t for that pesky thing called cholesterol believe me I would eat them 7 days a week, morning, noon and night. Yum~Yum.

The Double Down has become a Double Hit up here. Since its debut last month over one million have been sold, enough to stretch across 2083 hockey rinks making it KFC’s most successful menu item in it’s history.

I admit my taste buds were curious about the sandwich so I took a bite. 

 

Hmm, my thoughts? It was definitely tasty but at the same time very messy: the sauce kept oozing out and because there was no bun it was a little hard to handle and eat.

I bet you’re all dying to know what I ate.........A salad? Nope!

If you're a female then you'll understand these next 3 words: Monthly Food Cravings. Once a month like a Mac truck a craving will hit me and these cravings are so frigging maddening it's impossible to ignore them. You have no choice but to obey and give in. On that particular day I was desperately craving french fries heavily soaked in vinegar.

My fries courtesy of NY Fries with a side of sour creme. Sitting across from me, my sister.

And last but not least I needed something for my sweet tooth and thank you to Tim Hortons for taking care of it. Each month Tim’s unveils their "Donut of the Month," a popular and eagerly-anticipated cultural event. 

My lovelies, say hello to my little friend: Mr. Triple Chocolate Donut. He was filled with rich chocolate and topped with chocolate fondant and chocolate chips. 

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Last winter I blogged about the opening day of the Olympic Games    and posted a picture of a pair of Red "BELIEVE" Mittens, where the proceeds went to support Canadian athletes.

Recently they were re~launched with a brand new spanking design and I finally was able to get my mitts on them. {See what I did there?}

Ta~da!

 

 

Now that Mother Nature has unleashed her frigid weather I proudly wear them each morning when I go for my run. 

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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a loving and bountiful weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

 

Harvest Dinner Part 4: "I Doubt He’s Going To Be Tap Dancing"

Cocaine Princess here.

Before I begin with "Harvest Dinner Part 4" I would like to address a comment I received from Anonymous.

Anonymous said....

CP –-  why do you insist on dragging your entries in several parts? Why not post it all in one entry?  Ever hear of Cliff Notes? 

Thursday, November 18, 2010 10:09:00 AM

Dear Anonymous Reader,

Thank you for taking the time to leave a comment. My reply to your question: It's my blog, I run it my way and it's how I like to post my entries. Please enjoy Part 4.

Respectfully Yours,
Colombian Princess.

P.S. Have yourself a dandy day. Peace Out.

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On Thanksgiving night before dinner was served to our guests the following conversation took place between my sister and I.

ME: I don't like him.

A: Who, darling?

ME: That moron......Ferragamo Guy.

A: Why, what did you do?


What did I do?! What did sister do- put an ad in the classifieds that said the following:

"Weird characters required to annoy baby sister AKA

The Princess.  PAYMENT: All the food you can eat and

open bar."

So why and how did this conversation come about and who in the world is Ferragamo Guy? Allow me to explain the events that led up to that delightful conversation.

 THANKSGIVING MORNING

Thanksgiving morning I had left to go into the city where I met up with my friends for a little girly time. I had been instructed by “A” to be home at a certain time and I’m proud to say I was back home not just in the nick of time but about an hour early. I refreshed my makeup and did a change of clothes because let’s face it, I can’t wear the same outfit all day long, right?

THANKSGIVING EVENING

Around 6:30pm guests began arriving. One by one I greeted them at the door where I asked in a polite and kind manner if they could remove their shoes and they all did. With some I didn’t need to ask because they already knew and the ones who didn’t were people I never had the pleasure of meeting until that day, and they had no objection.....all except for one guy that is. On his feet were a pair of Ferragamo Oxford style shoes. He was dressed very nicely except for the belt he was wearing. It just did not go with his suit. My God, talk about a major fashion faux pas. Anyways, I explained about my no shoe~wearing policy and after asking him a 2nd time he still refused and then had the nerve to walk across the tiles IN HIS SHOES and into the carpeted living room where the rest of the guests were seated and happily chatting amongst one anther. What was I doing? Standing in the foyer dumbfounded while thinking: “What the hell just happened?”


I honestly thought I was being punk'ed so I went to sister to find out. She assured me I wasn’t.

“A” decided to speak to her friend in private making it the 3rd time he had been asked. Once again, he refused. Some friend I thought. I would just like to point out how sister is always going on about my friends and even though they express displeasure they always remove their shoes upon entering inside my home. Because he wouldn't remove his shoes I felt so annoyed and so restless I couldn’t relax and if I couldn’t relax I certainly wasn’t going to let big sister relax either. So what did I do? The old pestering thing. I kept pestering her with questions about the man in the Ferragamo Shoes.

ME: Does he have a medical condition that prevents him from removing his shoes?

A: I don’t think so darling.

ME: Does he have a foot odor problem?

A: Not that I’m aware of.

ME: So what’s the damn problem?


A: I don’t know.

ME: Why didn't he remove his shoes when I asked him?

A: I'm not sure.


ME: He's your friend, right? 

A: Yes, he's a friend and colleague. 


ME: Well if he's your friend and colleague why didn't he take off his shoes when you asked him?

A: What exactly are you doing? Going for some type of Guinness World Record- “how many questions I can ask in one night?” Enough is enough. No more.


ME: No, I'm not finished.

Sister begin to rub her temples. She does that whenever she feels a headache coming on.

A: Can you just let this go darling?.........Please?


I was more than happy to get her a bottle of Tylenol but there was absolutely no way I was going to let this go. I explained why:

ME: Who knows where his shoes were trampling around before coming over here. He’s going to dirty the carpets and leave scuff and scratch marks on the tiles.

A: His shoes don’t look dirty in fact they look polished and clean. I doubt he’s going to be tap dancing on the tiles so quit worrying about them getting scuffed and scratched. Besides, it’s only for a few hours.

I asked approximately 4 more questions and was on the verge of asking a 5th when "A" begged with folded hands once more that I let it go. Just as Ferragamo~Guy refused to take off his shoes I refused to “let it go.”  Sister took me by the hand where in the kitchen she informed me I had 2 options:

1} Stay miserable for the rest of the night over his refusal of removing his shoes.

or 

2} Ignore the fact he was wearing shoes and enjoy the rest of the night.

To Be Continued........

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I briefly blogged about a new TV series on AMC in my Halloween posts, “The Walking Dead.” I finally caught up with the missing episodes and I'm really liking it. Has anybody else been watching the show and if so what are your thoughts?

My loyal and dear readers it’s finally Friday! 

Whatever your plans are have a tip-top weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Harvest Dinner Part 3: "Silence Is Golden"

Cocaine Princess here.

To review Part 2:  She put the bottle she had in her hands back on the shelf and with one hand on her hip she next asked:

PL: Why are you two here? I want to know.

Okay, that was it. I had just about had enough of her frigging questions– call it the straw that broke the camel’s back. Now it was time for me to ask PL a question. 

Part 3: 

ME: No, the question is what are you doing here? Weren't you the one who was against the construction of this strip mall?. So what happened, did you change your mind? Are you now seeing the positive impact the mall is bringing, hmm?

I was dying to hear PL’s witty response. Instead I was given this:

PL: You’re a mouthy one. {To sister} Why is she always mouthy to me?

I was stunned. Seriously, why is it okay for her to spew out whatever the hell she wants but the minute I talk back to her she feels offended? Is that fair?????? In my OPINION: NOOOOOOOO!! While she continued with her insane ranting there was something different about her. But what? Hmm.....she was wearing her velvet tracksuit {her signature look}. Smeared lipstick on her 2 front teeth?.....yup it was there. So why’d she look different?......A-ha! That’s it! Poodle Lady’s pet Poddle Dog, AKA “her Baby” was M.I.A. Always whenever you see her that dog of hers is strapped to her front stomach in a baby carrier. That day it wasn't. I just had to ask and truly this is what I said: 


ME: So where’s your pooch?

PL: At the Pet Day Spa.

News from my town in regards to the Pet Day Spa:

"Once upon a time our town had a Wendy’s. And then it shut down. The building went up for sale and in its’ place Burger King moved in. A few months went by and the place known as "The Home Of The Whopper" shut down too and again the building went up for sale. Last spring it was reconstructed into a pet spa. There’s not so much of a demand for fast food as there is for pet pampering where I live. The end."

I continued:

ME: Your poochie is getting pampered. How lovely.

I thought what I had said was cute and giggled. You know who didn’t think it was cute? If you said the woman in the velvet tracksuit you are indeed correct! She stared at me again, gave me another creepy head to toe look and stated the following:

PL: Are you making fun? I won’t stand for insults. Apologize.

I can assure you my lovelies it was not meant to be an insult nor was I making fun and I explained that to her. Correction- I TRIED explaining that to her. She wasn’t convinced and believe it or not demanded that sister make me apologize! I think it’s clear at this point PL sniffs glue in her spare time. Sister also tried explaining that I meant absolutely nothing by it while she looked at me. "A" gave me a look that meant: why didn’t you just stay quiet? Believe me I was thinking the exact same thing too and it was on that day I realized the true meaning of the phrase: “Silence Is Golden.” If that wasn't enough, PL then had the nerve to take a look inside our cart and asked the following:

PL: What do you need with all that alcohol?

Hmm, I wonder if a person’s vision can be affected from sniffing glue because of her question? “ALL THAT ALCOHOL?” At that point we had only ONE item in the cart: a bottle of red wine. God knows how many bottles she hallucinated seeing. I took a peak in her cart. Hey it was only fair that I did! There was a bottle of Johnny Walker, Southern Comfort and the 3rd- I couldn’t tell what it was because it was facing down. All I can tell you the bottle was blue in color and square shaped with a red bottle top. I myself could have asked her the same question but instead I went with this: 


ME: We’re having a party this weekend- clothing optional and no you’re not invited. And by the way did you hear, the third installment to the Chronicles Of Narnia will be released on December 10th.
 
I ended it by saying:

Peace Out.

And then I flashed the peace sign, truly I did. Since I wasn’t interested in hearing what she had to say I took control of the cart and proceeded into the next aisle. Upon turning the corner sister grabbed the cart and stopped me. She looked at me and with an innocent smile I said:

ME: Yes?

A: Did you have to say that?

ME: It was the 1st thing that came to mind.

A: A clothing optional party is the 1st thing that came to mind?

ME: Actually it was the 2nd thing that came to mind. The 1st was-

Sister put her finger over my lip.

A: I don’t want to know.


As we carried on with our shopping in the liquor store, sister was awfully quiet and had a look on her face that can be best described as: “I don’t approve of what you did.” I wasn’t too concerned and I let her know.

ME: You have your ways of dealing with her and I have mine. Frankly and this is just my opinion but I think my way was much better.

Have you ever heard of this quote: "Respond Intelligently Even To Unintelligent Treatment."  Sister firmly believes in that. I do agree too but sometimes there are people in this world who drive you so batty you can't help but respond in an unintelligent way. {Between you and me I will admit my way made me feel incredibly good. Oh yeah!!}
 
When we had finished up shopping, we had a bite to eat at a local eatery and returned home. My lovelies, if this isn’t proof positive PL has lost her marbles I don’t know what is: There was a message waiting on the phone. It was from the neighborhood watch captain informing us PL had contacted him because she wanted to put him on notice to be on the “lookout” for any “suspicious” or “immoral activity” around our house because of the “excessive amount of alcohol” we purchased. Excessive alcohol? Hmm, we purchased 2 bottles of red wine and a case of Stella Artois. {Sister’s friends are beer drinkers}


To Be Continued....

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My loyal and dear readers it’s finally Friday! Is everyone in agreement: T.G.I.F.

Last week I wrote briefly about Daylight Savings Time Ending. Some of you commented the worst thing about turning the clocks back 1 hour is how quickly it becomes so dark. I would have to agree.

Whatever your plans are have a dynamite weekend.~x


XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess





 

Harvest Dinner Part 2: "I Dare You To Name One Thing That Was Inappropriate?"

Cocaine Princess here.

Let's Review Part 1:


So why the “Well, well, well isn’t this interesting” reaction? Poodle Lady {PL} was dead set against having a strip mall built so close in our neighborhood and was so vocal at the meeting that she vowed she’d never go near any of the stores in the mall, so seeing her push a cart in the strip mall liquor store was quite a surprise.

....To Be Continued

And now for fabulous Part 2:

Sister looked at me and I looked at her. If you've been following my blog then you know precisely what sister said to me. It's 2 words and it’s always, always, always the same 2 words she uses whenever we encounter PL.  If you don’t know I’ll give you a hint: first word starts with “B” and second word starts with “Y.”

A: Behave.........Yourself.

Those of you who guessed correctly– pat yourself on the back or better yet fix yourself a drink. And on this blog there’s 31 drinkies to choose from. My reply to sister’s famous 2 words?

ME: I make no promises and will not be held responsible for my actions.

An extremely worried look came over “A’s” face upon me saying the above and she wanted to know exactly what I meant. I reminded her it was she who had brought me to the liquor store in the first place against my will and therefore if I didn’t behave the blame would lye with her.

A: This cannot still be about the letter?

Yes it was but it wasn’t only about the letter. I’ve been friendly to PL. I’ve been kind to PL. I’ve even put up with her insults in my own home without saying a word back and despite all of that she is still mean and nasty towards me. Sister continued.

A: Darling you have to let it go.

ME: No I don't.

A: Since when did you start caring what people think about you?

ME: When she told everyone I was an atheist.....in print!

A: Who cares if she did? You know you're not one and besides it was just one little editorial- she was expressing her view. She's entitled to her opinion.

ME: Well it's in MY opinion that HER opinion is wrong. So there.

There we were, sister and I in the liquor store arguing in a low whisper in Aisle C- the aisle where they kept the pretty bottles of Chardonnay.

A: If she says something to you, do yourself a favor-- put it in one ear and out of the other.

Pfft! Yeah right! In life there are some things that are just easier said than done and putting the things that Poodle Lady says to me in one ear and out of the other is one of them. As we continued to walk down the aisle PL’s back was against us. In her hands was a bottle. She lowered her reading glasses from her head and began to read the label. As we got closer and closer to her I decided to say a really quick and silent prayer to the big guy. Unfortunately my prayer went unheard. It, err, I mean the thing, err I mean PL turned around and with her beadie eyes looked at the two of us.......Actually I take that back. She doesn’t LOOK. She GLARES. I most always try to avoid directly staring into her eyes for the fear she may turn me into stone. Remember Medusa? Anyways, she diverted her attention away from the bottle and instead turned her attention on us. And of course my sister had to have said hello. Seriously, would it have killed "A" if she just ignored her?

A: Hello. How are you?

PL: Not bad.
 
Then it was my turn. All I could come up with was half a smile which was very hard to do and although I nearly just about choked I managed to say:

ME: Hello.  {I only said it to make sister happy otherwise I would have pretended I didn't see her}
 
I wrote this once before: I NEVER receive a "normal reply" from this woman......Hmm, I suppose it's because she's not normal. After giving me her traditional head to toe creepy stare which by the way she never does to "A" but only to me, while waving her bony finger she replied:

PL: You look inappropriate. That is not an appropriate outfit to wear in public.
 
Do you see what I mean about the "not normal reply?" My lovelies, I was wearing a green knee length sweater with beige leggings and of course a pair of gold colored stilettos. I dare you to name one thing that was inappropriate? Unless I did something to her in a previous life {which I'm beginning to think I did} and karma is punishing me now I honestly don't understand the cause of her unpleasant attitude towards me or why she constantly feels the need to criticize my clothes.


ME: I'm sorry you find my outfit inappropriate. Next time before heading out I'll call you over for a wardrobe consultation and won't leave until I have your seal of approval. We have a deal my friend?

PL: {Slight Pause} Back in my day if children were caught mouthing off to their elders they'd get their mouths washed out with soap and then be given the belt.
 
My dear Poodle Lady, back in your day the wheel hadn't been invented yet and you're talking about soap?.......In case you're wondering I didn't say that but oh boy did I ever want to. It was hard but I decided it was best to keep my mouth shut.

PL: Who were those people in your house during the summer?

Those people? Sheesh if you could have only heard the tone in her voice when she said "those people." Sister explained who they were {Boys of Summer} and I don’t know why she did considering it was none of Poodle Lady's damn business-- especially after the tone of voice she used when asking.

PL: And why were they staying at your house?
 
What the hell PL-- are you planning on writing a report about our house guests? Again “A” explained. I’m not sure who I was more furious at: Sister for feeling the need she had to answer PL’s snoopy questions or PL for asking the snoopy questions in the first place????!!!!  Seriously, what business was it of hers? She put the bottle she had in her hands back on the shelf and with one hand on her hip she next asked:

PL: Why are you two here? I want to know.

Okay, that was it. I had just about had enough of her frigging questions– call it the straw that broke the camel’s back. Now it was time for me to ask PL a question.

To Be Continued....

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My loyal and dear readers it’s finally Friday. Show of hands who is happy Friday is here!

Remember, Daylight Savings time ends this week so don’t forget to turn your clocks back this weekend. Turning the clocks back means we get one extra hour of sleep! *YAY! And here’s a true fact: for us up here out of all the months November is the month with the least amount of light. **YAY!

Whatever your plans are have an amazing first weekend of November.~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess 

**sarcasm