MASHER AND GRATER HEADS ARE EPIC FAILS

From The Right-Side...

Shenanigans in our kitchen can be more fun than watching The Food Network (MUCH more fun).

Picture this...two people sipping wine while boiling tofu.

Super exciting.

Tofu?

Yes, while some gourmet types boil meat (they never do), I opt for more exotic things, and just saying the word-Tofu-makes me HUNGRY!

Plus I shun red meat, pretty much.

I prefer headless gadgets. I

Here's the real deal though...I have an addiction (one of many-said TLS) to kitchen Doo-Dads (I like to keep it technical).

 I have been known to lug home all sorts of unnecessary (agreed-said TLS) gadgets. They do serve a purpose, of course. Yep, taking up cabinet, counter and space in the trash.

A recent stroll through the housewares at Tuesday Morning (they seriously need a new Assistant Manager) found me gaping at a potato masher and cheese grater...with heads! Tacky heads, no less.

Right then and there it had finally happened. Kitchen gadgets that were so absurd, even I had to cast a side-eye, keep walking and asking myself questions.

Why do this to an innocent cheese grater?

What did lovely potatoes ever do to the world to have some idiot create such a masher?

It's cooking, not creating a stylish Mr. Potato Head, for the love of tater-tots!

Utensils do NOT need heads. Ever.

If I didn't know better, I would suspect TLS had a hand in this. A plot, to cure me of my gadget addiction.

FAIL.

I came home with a new cookie sheet! It's bronze-ish, and totally made up for the horror of the heads!

Gotta dash...

NOTE: The comments credited to TLS (The Left-Side) were totally written by TRS (me)!

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WINE AND DONUTS IN A PERFECT STORM

From The Right-Side...

So, the other day was National Donut Day, and a tiny yawn erupted from my sleep-deprived face.

I shun DAYS, and getting into long queues with random cheap people. I prefer to be cheap, solo.

But, then I hear, via Business Insider, that Dunkin' Donuts is testing home delivery of their food products. Stifling my yawn, I felt a tingle of interest.

Can home delivery donuts be far behind?

Getting their coffee home-delivered is nothing new for The Dunk (I like to pretend familiarity). Well, ;you have to add the water, but you get the picture. If you don't, I provided it for you.

But, back to donuts, right at the door. Now, that is something I can endorse.

I get that some donut-snobs (I am not judging their taste, just an observation) think the D-Donuts are not really donuts. Not me. Sugary dough, served up in a clump, washed down with coffee? Sounds about good enough.

According to the story, the testing is in the very early stages, don't expect it soon; blah, blah, blah. However, a perfect-storm-meal is already forming in my head.

Friday Night Menu-Home Delivered:

*Chinese Food (assortment of Dumplings, Sesame Chicken and Rice, etc., etc.).

*Pizza (for later, because we will get hungry again).

*Dunkin' Donuts (they better have evening delivery), one dozen (more?) assortment.

Perfection!

Wait, to complete the savory and sweet party, we need to have a conversation with Total Wine. I want to see some delivery guy, sashay up to the door with chilled (this will vary each Friday).

I mean coffee is great, but isn't always the answer.

Now, THAT is perfection.

Gotta dash...

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PCU: RAISE THE ROOF!

Left-Side here. Today is Monday and you know what that means? (With a shout-out to the original Mickey Mouse Club, which was really about Tuesday, but I stretched it a little, OK?).

It means, here's your PCU (Publix Construction Update). Check it out: The walls are finished and now it's roof-time. And that's coming along nicely as well:

At this rate, we'll be shopping in no time flat.

Oh, and about that Tuesday Mickey Mouse thing:

OPUS ONE, RED BULL AND BUCKIE TEENS

From The Right-Side...

Friday means I like to post random stuff like cocktails or photos of my dog being chill. Why not?

 Even dogs know Red Bull and wine do not a cocktail make.

Friday should mean cocktails, if you care about that sort of thing. But, random people need to know the intricate details inside the world of Cocktails. It is complex.

People need to understand the delicate differences in Cocktail glasses. It is imperative to know the difference between a Martini Coupe and a Highball Glass.

Listen up.

Cocktails conjure up images of fancy nightclubs, with stylishly dressed rich people dancing, smoking (in the '20 and '30's they didn't know any better), and making high-rolling deals in a backroom.


Let us not forget classic movies. Take a close look and you will see a Gibson, a Martini, or a Highball (Manhattan) being held by sophisticated killers and floozies, as it was meant to be.

Gibson and Martini. Do YOU know the difference between these two ligations? It is small, but important.

Cocktails should be respected, right?

Well, you can forget all that, and just toss that snazzy Martini Coupe straight into a dumpster behind Dizzy's Bar & Grill (insert the name of any dive of your choice).

British teens are ruining wine, and the reputation of  time-honored mixed drinks.

Those brats are bringing a new low to the world of alcohol (teen drinkers always ruin everything) by mixing up a quite questionable concoction called, Buckie.

According to Gawker, via The New York Times (and heaven knows who else) the wild bunch across the Pond go bonkers (Red Bull will do that, I hear) over this mess.

The recipe is simple:

Buckie

*Red Bull
*Pinot Grigio
*Wine Glass (probably a large red plastic Solo cup) filled 2/3 with wine and topped with Red Bull.

Kids will be kids, but after drinking this at a young age I would not count on them ever appreciating the swill called, Opus One. Red Bull and Opus One? Well, you never know. Wine snobs of the world, take that!

See photo above of my dog, and her fake friend casting a judgmental eye toward this nonsense. I just can not post a photo of such a ruination of wine (and I don't even like Pinot Grigio).

Cheers!

Gotta dash...

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From the Left-Side: And just in case you don't know what goes into a Gibson, here's some Bartending 101 for ya. Cheers, and salud!

COCKTAILS, DOG YOGURT AND PICKLED BRUSSEL SPROUTS

From The Right-Side...

There is nothing of interest in my newsfeeds thus far today.  I need a little pick-me-up, and it is WAY to early in the day to pop a cork of cheap champagne (I know, it's NEVER that early, but play along).

Boredom is my nemesis, so what to do to bring some zest into a random Wednesday?

Snacks and cocktails!

Shopping is always an option, so off I went this morning in search of something NOT boring.

Bypassing the usual haunts (Trader Joe's, sorry), I dropped anchor (in my mind I was on a yacht because I am in THE Palm Beaches) at Marshall's.

Grabbing a cart, I headed for the food aisle.

I mean what better way to fend off boredom than streaming a classic movie while munching some fabulous SNACKS, right (continue to play along, okay?)?

Ever the considerate dog-mom, I first grabbed yogurt treats for the mutt (USA made, or so they claim on the package).

Turning down the gourmet food aisle, I was immediately drawn to some little green balls in a jar (there's a visual for ya)!

Dog treats and cocktails?

Who knew (probably everyone) you could snack on Pickled Brussel Sprouts? Not I.

So, here I am, blogging and looking at sprouts, but not brave enough to actually taste them (Left-Side?). I don't know, I just do not know if I have the courage this early in the day to be food-adventurous.

Perhaps tonight, with cocktails I will throw caution into the Atlantic Ocean and just pop the lid and go crazy.

Vodka and pickled sprouts?

Yeah, the dog is just gonna have to share those yogurt treats!

Dog treats and a vodka cocktail?

Oh, yeah!

Gotta dash...

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From the Left-Side: Hey, I'm game to try pickled whatever. To a point. I think there is a general consensus that any food with "pickled" in front of it makes it gourmet. Like pickled pig's feet, or pickled quail eggs. (No, I haven't tried either.) If you need more proof, check this out:

Maybe with enough vodka ??.... no, don't think so.

COOL BAREFOOTIN' ON SINGER ISLAND

From The Right-Side...

It has been said that it is easy to spot a 'Local Floridian' while dropping towel onto a sandy beach.

How?

It is also said, locals (of any age) always wear trendy and stylist (I added this part) sandals/flip-flops, while tourist-types frolic in the sand with their (totally unstylish, I assume) bare feet.

True?

I have no idea.

I know The Left-Side and I slide into footwear when we do a beach pop-in. Sand is HOT, okay?

Note the feet.

But, those hot-footed visitors to the suntanned sand of So-Flo have a treat awaiting them at the Marriott on Singer Island, Florida.

Why?

Because Marriott honchos (probably, because who else could make the call?) have decided to cool a sandy patch of beach with droplets of water just to keep toes all  damp and twinkly.

Walking to a comfy beach chair has never been cooler.

What a relief.

The Left-Side and I are semi-regulars at 3800 Ocean (the inside food/bar area) at the Big M on the Big SI, so this is excellent news.

Well, not for us so much, we really don't care about soggy sand for the non-locals.

Nah, The flooring in the bar is cool enough for us, and the drinks and food are divine.

Cheers to sandals or bare feet.. Whatever works.

Gotta dash...

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PUBLIX UPDATE: THE WALLS ARE UP

This is the Left-Side, on the scene reporting somewhat live from the exciting construction site on Belvedere where the walls are just about finished for the new Publix grocery store. Stay tuned for the latest updates.

Back to you, Right-Side.