Chicken Fried Happiness

Let me start by saying that I am not from the South. Sadly, I didn't grow up eating foods deep fried in lard (or, more healthily, in Crisco). But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate a good fried meal every now and then. Sure, it's not super healthy. But does St. Peter meet us at the pearly gates with his checklist?
Murder: No
Coveting neighbors, etc: No
Taking the Lord's name in vain: No
Eating a deep fried Twinkie: Yes. Please step into the express elevator to Hell

Since fried foods are not yet a sin I was thrilled to recently see Deep Fried Paradise on the Travel Channel. Delicacies included chicken fried steak (breaded, deep fried steak), deep fried pickles, deep fried hamburgers (you read that correctly), deep fried hot dogs and, my personal favorite, deep fried bacon. Uncooked bacon is dipped in batter and then tossed into a fryer. There is no doubt that this has to be the perfect food. Bacon all by itself is almost divine. Throw it into a deep fryer and it transcends other more earthly foods.

Here's the scene as the parade of fried foods marched by on our TV:
Hubby: Look of disgust; shaking his head that people are so gluttonous
Me: Smile broadening with each new innovation; gasps of delight as I wonder why I never thought of this myself

And, yes, the deep fried Twinkie, which clocked in at 700+ calories, showed up on my television as I clapped my hands like a little girl. In the express elevator to heaven, everyone gets one with some raspberry sauce.

Smell Ya Later

There's a gross smell coming from the inside of my car. I've opened all the doors, the trunk, the hood and can't find anything but the smell. The smell, by the way, is like something is rotting. I wish it smelled like money or being thin, but instead it's like rotting flesh.

And really, what was I expecting to see when I opened the hood to look at the engine? I wouldn't know what was suppose to be in there anyway. Unless it was a decomposing squirrel or pound of ground beef.

Doesn't this remind you of the Seinfeld episode? Except that car had a BO stench? And Jerry had to finally abandon the car because he couldn't get rid of the odor?

I'm so screwed.

Mini-Book Review (again!)

I've zipped through 5 books in the past month or so. Had some vacation time to knock out a couple. Both fiction and nonfiction; both laughs and tears.

Blink and Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell
Malcolm Gladwell's books are great fun while they get you thinking. Blink explores intuition -- what you see and think in the first two seconds. If you are a left-brain person (like me) it's essential reading to learn to listen to and, at times, trust your right brain.
Outliers explores the people we call innovators or geniuses. We like to think of them as self-made people who, through their own sheer will, climb the stairway of success. But, as Gladwell points out, a real genius has spent over 10,000 hours honing their unique skill. Bill Gates was a teenager who was fortunate to be in Seattle when the Univ of Washington got its first supercomputer. He spent years honing his programming skills before he became an overnight sensation.

The warm, cuddly and weepy book was Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World by Vicki Myron and Bret Witter. Definitely a chick book. Myron was the librarian who found and then cared for Dewey for the 19 years he lived at the Spencer, Iowa library. If you've ever had a cat you'll be able to relate. It's amazing how people respond to animals and how they break down barriers. The end requires Kleenex but isn't as drawn out as Marley & Me. Note this Touching Marital Moment:

Me: Sniffle, sniff, sniff
Hubby: Did you just finish the book?
Me: Uh, huh. Nodding head vigorously
Hubby: Come here. Gives me a hug and a noogie

A flat out laugh was Fifteen Minutes of Shame by Lisa Daily. The central character, Darby, gets the rugged pulled out from under her when her cheating husband flys the coop. Oh, did I mention that Darby is a nationally syndicated dating and relationship expert? And her husband is her publicist? And she throws up on Matt Lauer?

The Department of Lost and Found by Allison Winn Scotch is a more serious tale about Natalie, an ambitious politico who is diagnosed with breast cancer at age 30. It sounds more sad than it is. Winn Scotch has a gift for finding the humor and lessons in something as dire as cancer. I was impressed with her writing skill as she walked that fine line between (a) depressing topic and (b) telling an uplifting tale. This was a book that stayed with me for days after I was done. Plus I think Winn Scotch has a great name for a writer.

So that brings us up to date. Looking for our old copy of Angels and Demons by Dan Brown only to have Hubby remind me that we sold it last year during our cleaning purge. So I'm on the hunt!