eat that frog

No, I don’t mean frog-legs, although I have to admit they’re mighty tasty if done properly.

You know when you NEED to do Something, and you know that the Something really isn’t all THAT bad, but yet still you find yourself defrosting the deepfreeze rather than tackling the Something instead?

Yeah. I’ve had a few of those lately.

“Eat a live frog every morning, and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day.” -Mark Twain

Do the icky thing first. Get it over with. NOW. The pain of not doing is greater than the pain of doing.

You heard me. So go. Do.

And if you absolutely can’t bear to eat that frog, put ketchup on it and hold your nose.

that’s MRS. Melanzane, if you please

If love were a sandwich, it would be this one.

The Melanzane. From Dominics in Waltham, MA.

I think even Lovey wouldn’t kick me outta bed for leaving crumbs, provided he got his own sammich of course. Otherwise there might be a rumble.

wanted: food genius for reverse engineering

Vanilla, schmilla. And dare I say it: Screw chocolate.

Ever had a lovely curry, and then the sublime bliss of the lightly sweetened, heavily milk-laden, tea that comes with it? Magnify that by a bazillion.

Coconut ice-cream, with the star ingredient of sweet Indian yellow curry powder.

Oh dearest folks at Vosges, my tastebuds will forever pine after thee.