Day 115 (7.4.12): It's Recess Time! PB&J Waffles from Bru's

Peanut Butter & Jelly Waffle, Banana Split Waffle, and Fiesta Chicken & Waffle (from Bru's Wiffles)

Amazing, amazing, amazing. Everything that should not be in a waffle is in it, and it tastes GOOD. Did I say good? I meant DELICIOUS. Just like a true wiffle!

I'm trying to figure out where this association came from, but does anyone remember this show?

It was on Nick (or was it Disney?) for a while when I was growing up, and for some reason, whenever I think of PB&J, I think about this show. It probably has something to do with the fact that PB&J = lunch break = recess = something profoundly and psychologically compelling...but I haven't thought that far ahead about it yet.

On second thought, it's probably nothing but a sign of my impending senility. Yeah, that's probably it.

Day 97 (6.15.12): Crispy Chicken Snack Wrap (Please Don't Supersize Me...)

Crispy Chicken Snack Wrap

Status: Restaurant (McDonald's)

Satisfaction: 8. But then, I'm pretty ridiculously easy to please.

Associated with: Supersize Me

First off, let me just say that it was not nearly as good as the picture above (courtesy of McD's awesome marketing team) would seem to suggest. But I digress.

I can't help it. I really can't. I'm becoming the epitome of fat America, snack wrap by snack wrap.

Day 52 (4-27-12): Stir-Fried Veggies, Tofu, and Asian-Style Fried Chicken Over Rice (Thank Gawd Ah Don't Live in No South)

Stir-Fried Veggies, Tofu, and Asian-Style Fried Chicken Over Rice

Status: Restaurant (University of British Columbia's High-Class Food Mall--Sort of)

Satisfaction: 8. But I was so darn hungry, I'd have eaten anything.

Associated with: Princess and the Frog

I finished the whole damn thing, I was so hungry from the plane ride and a day without lunch. I haven't felt so accomplished since I went a 26.0 in my 50 fly. Okay, I didn't finish the fried chicken, which the Chinese lady at the food mall at UBC stuffed into my to-go box because apparently they were closing up shop and they thought it would be nice to have someone to give the leftovers to. Not that I didn't appreciate the gesture, but they gave it to the wrong person. Sorry, unfinished self-sacrificing chicken.

Anyway, as is probably already apparently, I couldn't stop thinking about the chicken. I haven't had fried chicken in years. Thank God I don't live in the South (hence the Princess and the Frog reference, by the way).