I’m sorry. How is it Saturday? Wasn’t it just Monday? Let’s get this show on the road!
First we need to discuss how unnecessarily over-the-top excited I am that the Red Cups are back at Starbucks. And, yes, Red Cup is a proper noun. Kind of like Red Sox but with less facial hair. Have they shaved yet? Speaking of shaving, can someone PLEASE explain the insanity behind No Shave November to me!? I just don’t get it.
What were we talking about? Ah, yes. The Red Cups.
Sad Fact: I wait for this moment all year long. What can I say? My lattes just magically taste better when served in bright, festive paper cups. It’s the little things.
On Thursday, this happened:
Yes, folks, that is a puggle in an airplane costume and she was most definitely the life of the Potluck Halloween Party I attended. Especially when she flew through the air to grab a piece of pizza crust from Jeff’s hand. Who knew puggles could jump? Must have been the wings.
So, I had about three seconds to throw a dish together for the party, but, somehow, after tossing lettuce all over the kitchen, I came up with this:
Oh, right, I made the EXACT SAME SALAD.
But, wait!, what did I bring to the potluck I attended at Heather’s the time before that?
Oh, yes. A SALAD. I am the most boring potluck attendee ever. If it aint broke, don’t fix it, right?
Somebody, however, needs to fix the fact that I just discovered Wild Friends peanut butter and there are three other flavors plus a VANILLA ESPRESSO ALMOND BUTTER I have yet to try. (I think you know why caps were necessary there.)
Have I been living under a rock? How have I not already inhaled every jar ever created?
Speaking of peanut butter and cookies (cookies?), how is it that I just came across this blog two weeks ago when it has been in existence since 2010!?!?
SERIOUSLY. Yesterday, this lady posted a recipe for peanut butter cookie butter. Wait. Back up. Let me say that again: Peanut. Butter. Cookie. Butter. DID YOU HEAR THAT!?
I nearly walked into a pole while reading one of her posts the other day. Note to self: don’t walk and blog.
Seriously though- check her out. But watch out for poles!
OK- enough of this silliness. I’m off to stuff my face with Buckwheat Banana Beer Pancakes at Copperwood Tavern. Yes, you read that right. BEER PANCAKES. It’s 5:00 somewhere!
Oh, but, before I go, I thought you might need to know what happens when a pirate pours a bunch of dry ice into a bathtub on Halloween:
QUESTIONS OF THE DAY
How do you feel about No Shave November?
What is your go-to potluck dish? IS IT A SALAD? Copier.
Have a great weekend!