Ordinarily I don’t go downstairs because of LOL BULLDOGS– they are why the kitchen is sealed much of the day, and I cannot be seen downstairs else they just go batshit at the sight of me. But I guess these headaches I wake up with (because 80% of the time I only get to eat once a day) might have triggered some kind of desperation action since next thing I know I’m ninja-ing my way downstairs to make breakfast and hopefully not wake the dogs. @_@

I am mostly successful; the sound of pouring cereal or the creek of the refridgerator door or even the hiss and crackle of the pseudo-George Foreman that I use to make sausages isn’t enough to wake the monsters… or rather, two out of 3 of them. The female is a light sleeper and she’s the most problematic of the three; she’s easy to incite into a barking fury, MORESO if Kestine follows me because the two hate each other. Short of locking Kestine up before I go downstairs (which is more or less impossible), I cannot stop him from following me into the kitchen, so I’ve pretty much a very small window to get stuff done before trouble starts up. >_>;

ANYWAY, the haul is mini pancakes (they are rediculously adorable), sausages and Cocoa Puffs. Yes, I am a kid! :P And you know, I don’t care because it’s food and it fends off the “ohgod if I don’t eat something right now I’m going to diiiiiie” headache that loves to clobber me awake with. (Well, it’s half-headache and half-icky tummy rumbling that kicks in after about 12 hours. If you’ve ever had to fast for bloodwork or something, you’d know this to some degree.) This leads up to the half-baked post about breakfast.

- french toast OR chocolate chip pancakes
- scrambled eggs
- sausages
- hash browns

The above four? Full. of. win. (with apologies to bacon fans… I dunno, bacon just never did it for me)
I become a freaking Yoshi Monster if you were to let me loose inside a breakfast buffet. Ah, memories of Las Vegas, in which we always ate breakfast at least ONCE at the Excalibur. (I want to go back there someday. I love that freaking hotel!) On a more local level, Hometown Buffet should be glad I’ve only shown up for breakfast once, because I would freaking obliterate it! OMNOMNOMNOM.

Bonus win:
- cinnamon rolls (most times we raid Montclair Plaza, I end up wandering into Cinnabon >_>; Ask brendala for proof)
- chocolate cereal… chocolate ANYTHING, actually
- flaky buttermilk biscuits (including crescent rolls ’cause those are flaky)

Sausages have an interesting history with me here… as with most of my favorite foods, they were something father turned me onto. Flash back to little 7 year old Yoshi at the breakfast table before going to school, and father was making one of those frozen breakfast boxes and he was all “try this sausage patty, it’s like a hamburger!” (I think we’d gotten McDonalds the night before.) And it was so very very tasty. :)
I imagine this also factors into how it became one of my two preferred pizza toppings, but I don’t remember the EXACT context. (Together, this also leads into my preference for “sweet” sausage… which, of course, is not literally sweet, but just not OMFGSPICY like the sausage you would eat with pasta or other dinner food.)
While we’re at it, there was this one Friday morning in Newspaper and someone brought in micro-sized pigs in a blanket– not wrapped in pancakes but rather dipped in pancake batter and fried. So, kinda like a breakfast version of corn dogs. OMG. With cinnamon syrup, this is Breakfast Yoshi Crack! o_o

I think I’ll stop it right there, mostly so I can finish my Cocoa Puffs before they get too soggy. :P
Also, after a HUUUUUGE dry spell, there will be the return of Instant Ramen Sketchbook as part of an art trade with dmscv. About time, I’ve needed something to kick me into picking up the stylus again.

Dear Internet, how do you take your poultry?

I’m a boneless person. Nuggets, strips, etc, as long as it doesn’t have bones, I will nom it! (Also? Sauceless. I am indeed a wimp on the spice-o-meter.) You get all the meat, and never have to deal with the WTF moment that is “what the hell is this hard thing that interferes with munching?!” Not to mention, if you so desire, you can even dip it into ranch or honey or whatever tickles your fancy. Most of the time it’s a lot cleaner and not as greasy as normal chicken.

…I know, right? “Ew, greasy chicken?” And this is coming from someone who doesn’t mind a little dribble on her pizza. I don’t know. I just find that part of chicken-with-bone to be a bit overkill. Not to mention it’s a bit wasteful, no? There’s always a little meat left on the bone but you can’t quite get it without catching some of the not-so-nomtastic skin and that’s kind of boo.

Boneless, however… none of that nonsense! Popcorn chicken (or sauceless, boneless wings, which is pretty much a slightly larger version of it) is perfect. Dip if you are so inclined, pop and munch! Nuggets are fun, too; I’ll admit for specifically going for the star-shaped nuggets at the market for the cute value, though the points have an added utility value of being able to hold a dry spot while dunking in honey or ranch.

Then there’s chicken parmesan which is so ridiculously awesome, especially with spaghetti. Holy smoo is that ever so nomtasty. It is also win in sandwich form!

So… what brought this on? Well, it’s Wednesday (for about 10 more minutes) and thus pizza night. Except… Pizza Hut kinda fudged it and gave me normal chicken wings instead of the boneless that I specified, and like the dork I am I didn’t check until after I’d gone back upstairs. Not one to let otherwise-edible food go to waste (nor did I think it worthwhile to ring up the store and raise a stink about freaking half-price wings), they were nommed anyway, but with a slight tinge of boo. At least they didn’t have any sauce.

New TV gets here next week. Totally using my Best Buy rewards points to loot Super Mario Galaxy 2. >:D

Apparently, yesterday was National Cookie Day. No wonder Mrs. Fields kept sending me coupon codes and such (well, more than the usual).

Though… apparently December is a clusterfwegh of National (food) Days. The 1st was National Pie Day. Today (the 5th) is Repeal of Prohibition Day.

Other particular food days of interest:

12/8: National Chocolate Brownie Day
12/12: National Cocoa Day
12/15: National Cupcake Day (note to self: tweet this to Tara Platt, ultimate cupcake fangirl. I am so not kidding, she squee’d when I tweeted a Jezebel link for the Periodic Table of Cupcakes XD )
12/16: National Chocolate-Covered Anything Day (I presume pocky is included?)
12/17: National Maple Syrup Day
12/21: National Hamburger Day
12/25: National Pumpkin Pie Day (hello, whoever came up with this is a MONTH LATE)
12/31: National Champagne Day (well THAT’S convenient)

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Dear NBC minions (or whoever they outsource to) who code iPhone app tie-ins to their shows:

Please please please make a Twitter Tracker app!
In addition to being able to replay the Twitter Tracker segments on Conan (because flash support on the iPhone/iPod Touch is dumb and only supports Google, thus locking out the NBC video archive and Hulu and just about everything except YouTube and I think Vimeo) and link the relevant Twitter accounts, there is so much fun to be had with a Twitter Tracker app– mainly things involving stupidly-amusing text animation and abuse of the Twitter birdy!

Because, you know, this almost sadistic love of Twitter Tracker’s abuse of the bird is universal. If you like Twitter, it’s funny. If you HATE Twitter, it’s even better! Take THAT, bird!

So, yes. Twitter Tracker app… please? :(

♥, Yoshi

…dear god I’ve become an iTard.

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And now Blastoise goes to sleep while I tweak Iggy some more. It has been suggested I slap Boxee on Iggy because he is a media center box and Boxee is supposed to be the most awesome media center software EVAR!!! or something, so I may as well give it a whirl. If Lifehacker gushes over it and even does features about building a dedicated system for Boxee and there are iPhone “remote” apps for it… then it can’t be mindless hype, right? >_> Guess there’s only one way to find out.

Also remember this Snowscheme? Consider it a clue for the next ’09 piece. >_>;

*click*

Fellow foodies beware (or rejoice!): Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs hits theaters today. I remember reading the book as a kid, though judging by the trailers it seems the movie is more of a half-prequel. Seeing as the original book was much more concept than an actual story, I don’t see the harm in such a re-imagining. :P Also the disaster movie nerd in me is very much intrigued by the mentions of parodies of disaster flicks. :D Squee!

I’m actually surprised that Sony’s marketing department didn’t attempt some crazy promotional campaign with restaurant chains. I mean… come on, you KNOW with a movie like this, people are going to pile into restaurants afterwards. One can almost see dollar signs floating over the likes of Old Spaghetti Factory and IHOP. XD (However, Sony DOES have an ad for the Feeding America’s Hunger Helper campaign on the movie’s website.)

If rampant food imagery and disaster movie homages aren’t your thing, maybe this is: Mr. T has a bit part in it. Just saying.

I should see if I can wrench mother away from the evil bulldogs for movie+IHOP raid… either tonight or tomorrow. (This might be a BIT difficult since stupid weather has decided to get its lulz on and crank the temperature up to… WTF?! 102F?!)
Failing that, well, at the very least some Papa Johns minion will be throwing a pizza pie in my face.

(LJ Edition: Flonne’s OMG icon accurately reflects the mood of my inner disaster movie fangirl.)

I never even mentioned it to mother. But… suddenly, I have a microwave in my laboratory. o_O

I went to House Cantlay today to install a SlingCatcher and also to get away from EVIL WIGGLY PUPPIES, and I get a txt a couple hours before getting home informing me I now have a microwave. Now, I know mother doesn’t come anywhere near Ayarane Project (the only place I ever mentioned wanting a microwave)… hm. Maybe it’s because the microwave in the master bedroom is constantly blocked off and most of my stockpiled munchies cannot be cooked in a toaster oven without the trays melting into a plastic sludgepile?

But, hey… free microwave! (Well, free as in I didn’t have to shell out for one.) On top of that mention of stockpiled frozen munchies, this also means I have a guaranteed means of reheating leftover pizza that DOESN’T take 20 minutes. :P

So, now my Geek Kitchen of “saving my ass when the kitchen is blocked off for hours or even days on end” now consists of both fridge and freezer, toaster oven and microwave.

And right as I’m typing this, that commercial with the overworked office dude accidentally microwaving his laptop comes on. That, uh… provokes the geek equivalent of male “sympathy cringing” (the type that involves covering one’s groin at the sight of seeing a fellow dude taking one in the shorts). *hugs ninja laptop*