Showing posts with label frozen foods aisle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frozen foods aisle. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Giant Movie Night: Thrills and Chills

Giant Movie Night #3

Last week's film was a comedy, so I felt we needed something different this time around. We cranked up the fans and settled down with some chilled treats and a chilling flick.

GMN Week three

Film: Shallow Grave, one of my most-watched movies. I've probably seen it 6 or 7 times and it does not disappoint.
Snack: Vegan cranberry pomegranate gelatin, chocolate peanut butter pudding pie, frozen grapes, prosecco.
Guests: Dan, Rachel, Hero.
Outcome: The film's from 1994 and hardly seems dated at all. The pie recipe's my mom's, and it never gets old.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Pizza roll with the punches



When life gives you lemonade, drink it with pizza rolls.


p.s. These are Amy's Snacks - Cheese Pizza. Amy's southwestern style burrito (with corn masa) is better (and a favorite of mine). These are a tad dry (not enough organic tomato and too much organic flour?). According to the website, both the southwestern burrito and these cheese pizza snacks are kosher and tree nut free. Woo!

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Poultry Poetry Tuesday

Nuggets

For Jeremy, who thought I said "Poultry Tuesday"
and for Alexia All Natural Chicken Nuggets, Chicken with Broccoli & Cheddar Cheese flavor:

Don't Just Thaw Me; Heat Me Up

O, farmers who care, who offer no harbor
To added antibiotics,
Your chickens your children, your/my
Frozen nuggets arrive cold but are
In 15-18 minutes (turning once) then
Baked too hot for hands, those
Panko crumbs like bells who cannot peal,
Broccoli and cheese thick as thieves who are thick
Inside soft soft deep chickeny pillows of aroma, these,
Broccoli and cheese twisting together
Tasted together. In rich oblong nuggets they should be
Dissimilar sisters, fraternal twins posing arm in arm
And melting into one.

Once on that darkened baking sheet
Now - gone.

Chicken farmers, I can no longer address you.
My eyes, lips, teeth, tongue,
Roiling boil of stomach,
Turn to your nuggets. Let me speak.
Your saltiness is not my tears,
For I shed none. But neither would
More cheddar in there make me weep.
Ah, and
Friends, you are so few.
My stingy nature, my mean heart
Must have spilled you out.

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