Saturday, February 05, 2011

Bruno Mars...isn't that a Candy Bar? What?

My rendition of "Grenade" by Bruno Mars dedicated to my foody sister.  I mean no disrespect to Bruno in fact I embrace his work and his talent.  I just needed to make it relevant to me.  He is a talented artist pulling at the heartstrings of teens and young adults everywhere.  I on the other hand already lived through those days and now have other pangs in my life.  As a more mature and  experienced adult, I have developed other relationships...for example, with food.  It takes a lot of energy and creativity to make delicious, healthy dishes.   I would really cook anything for ya!


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Easy over, easy over, that's just how fried eggs are
Oh, take, take, take it all but you never give
Should've known you was trouble from the first bite
Had your mouth wide open, why was it open?

Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, you did
To give me all your  porkchops is all I ever asked
'Cause what you don't understand is

I'd make a marinade for ya
Throw my pasta on a plate for ya
I'd fold and whisk and flambe for ya
You know I'd cook anything for ya

I would go through all this pain
Strain these wet noodles down my drain
Yes, I'd eat pie for you, baby
but you won't eat the same
no, no, no, no

Blacken fish, blacken fish, eat it till your blue
Tell the chef I said, hey, I need this one with a roux
Cook women, Cook women, that's just what you need, yeah
You'll smile in my face then rip the ribs right off my plate

Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash
you tossed it in the trash yes you did
to give me all your sauce is all I ever asked
cause what you don't understand is

I'd make a souffle for ya
Throw my pasta on a plate for ya
I'd fold and whisk and flambe for ya
You know I'd cook anything for ya

I would go through all this pain
Strain these wet noodles down my drain
Yes, I'd even fry for you, baby
but you won't cook the same

If biscotti's are desired
Ooh, you'd watch me bake with no shame
You say you saute, you're a liar,
'Cause you never, ever, ever fry baby

But darlin, I'd still make a marinade for ya
Throw my pasta on a plate for ya
I'd fold and whisk and flambe for ya
You  know I'd cook anything for ya

I would go through all this pain
Strain these wet noodles down my drain
Yes, I'd  eat a pie for you, baby
But you won't cook the same
No you won't cook the same
You wouldn't cook the same
Ooh, you'd only call take out.
No, no, no, no







Thursday, February 03, 2011

From Heels to Cleats

The  weekend of the formal dance for my 15 year old daughter.

Friday thru Sunday

Black flats 
Running shoes 
Ugg boots 
bare feet
....go to sleep
comfy socks
flip flops 
high heels 
bare feet
....go to sleep
softball cleats
dirty socks
bare feet
...ahhh