Crab Chips

Crab Chips photo by Lynda Fletcher

Ooh, Gross!  Does anyone think these are good?

Rolos in my drawer

There were two Rolos in my drawer.  “Were.”  Caramel, gooey, gone.

My Textbook on the Economic Crisis

Cost $108

McDonald’s Christmas Blend- Starbucks Look Out

Give it a year.  There will be McD’s Christmas Blend alongside Big Mac Extra Value Meals.

One More Diet Coke ‘Til Quitting Time

One more chug. One more push of my carpel-tunnel for fifteen minutes. I’m outta here!

Opus photo by Jon Sullivan

The Patented Grab-It (Where’s My Ti-Vo?)

The patented Grab-It can remove 4 inch deck screws and is the best twenty dollars you will ever put in your tool box. Whew, to have my Ti-Vo back!

Cool Ranch Doritos and Sunday Football

On Friday afternoon I stop by the Seven-Eleven and buy two bags of Cool Ranch Doritos-one for Saturday’s college games and one for Sunday’s pro line-up. I don’t disclose where the bags are hidden, as household snackers may get into my chips, especially my Sunday bag. You gotta have Dorito’s for the pro-games. Around eleven, I rip each bag out and try and make them last all day. Good luck. By noon my Dorito’s are gone. Still a lot of football left. The Sunday back usually doesn’t make it ’til Sunday and I make a Saturday night trip the the Seven-Eleven (usually for two bags).

Get Married in Vegas

There is Wedding Information for couples in need.

Wedding Information photo by Jon Sullivan.

Red Raspberry Zingers-Twinkee in Sheep’s Clothing

There they sat, on the convenience store shelf. Something I hadn’t eaten since junior high, a twin pack of Red Raspberry Zingers. Yellow sponge cake with a creamy middle coated with coconut and luscious raspberry icing.
But as I bit in, something was wrong. I had not eaten a Red Raspberry Zinger since junior high, since 1989. Not since the Interstate Brands take-over of Dolly Madison Bakeries. Zingers, for quite some time, have been made by Hostess.
I may be griping about one more mega-merger in a corporate society. The sadness of the fall of Dolly Madison and its commercials sponsoring Charlie Brown Holiday Specials; perhaps a more efficient world of today works more efficiently with a tighter supply chain. There is not enough room on grocers’ shelves to stock ump-teen bakers’ goods, hence the fall of my childhood favorite, the Dolly Madison Zinger.
But sadly, as I bit into the Interstate Zinger, it was merely a Twinkee coated with red raspberry icing and coconut. Note to corporate America, if you are going to kill an icon, let it die a honest death. Do not intravenously pump the life of a Twinkee into the body of a Zinger.
And reader, should you gleefully find yourself cracking open a twin-pack someday, wishing for the days of junior high, let that Zinger roll over your palate. Discern what you are eating. Join the taste buds and memories of consumers that discern this Twinkee in sheep’s clothing.

Filet-O-Fish and a Carmel Latte

The reason for the McCafe dawned on me.