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Is that a quesadilla in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

Table Topics Tuesday

I'm one of those people that doesn't eat leftovers. Even if I LOVED the meal, I just can't bring myself to eat the same stuff two days in a row. So the idea of eating only one meal for the rest of my life is a pretty bleak one. I thrive on variety.

But if I had to. If there were no other options. I think it would be the Mediterranean Salad like the one they serve at Noodles and Company. It's lettuce, tomatoes, olives, cucumbers, feta, cavatappi noodles and shrimp, all tossed in a greek-style spicy yogurt dressing with lemon and garlic.

Yum, right? I love salad. I love pasta. This dish mixes the two. It's got a little tangy and a little salty. There's cheese. There are olives. What's not to love?

If you had to eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?





This post is in no way sponsored or paid for by Noodles and Company. However, if they would like to thank me for it with a Mediterranean Salad, or, you know, a Blogher 2010 sponsorship, I wouldn't turn it down. :)

Monday Musings

- The party this weekend was a success. We had a good crowd and I think everyone had a nice time. I can say with certainty that the kids did, adults are harder to read. My husband had a REALLY good time. So good he fell down the stairs coming out of the garage. Not to worry, he wasn't seriously injured and he only spilled a little bit of his beer.

- We have so much food left over from the party that we will be eating hot dogs, pasta salad, cookies and sheet cake for days. Not to mention all of the leftover beer and soda. I'm mortified. And excited. (giggle)

- I didn't take a single picture at the party. Not one. But here is one I took the day before of Sophie in the absolutely adorable hat that Heather sent her as part of a fabulous giveaway that I won. I'll talk more about that later, though.


















- We had another code brown tonight. Blech. Of course, our tub is draining really slow right now because Sophie put some mardi gras beads down the drain and I haven't gotten our plumber out yet, which means that cleaning out the nasty, disgusting, gag-inducing, poopy bathtub was a major pain in the doofenschmirtz. That was only the second time that's happened, lets hope it's the last.

- My boobehs have FINALLY returned mostly to normal. Which means that it's really over. I'm totally sad.

- I've been so busy this last week that my Google Reader is insanely full. I don't want to miss a single word that my bloggy buddies write, but having 580 posts(!) stacked up makes me a little panicky.

I Said I Don't Want Peas!

Clearly she gets her attitude from her father's side, who are a surly and irascible bunch prone to fits of pique and angry outbursts.*

*Actually, I hit the in-law jackpot, they are without a doubt some of the nicest, most easygoing folks I know. I'm pretty sure I know where she gets her attitude. And it's not them.

Obviously, it's the cats.