Bacon Cupcakes-what the fuck

Today's tale is about something I thought I would never try. What's that you ask? (okay you're not asking but raise your fucking hand anyway) Here are some of things I have tried... I've tried 'chicken & waffles' which by the way is good (thanks to the Blues Players of Chi town)... I've tried dried fish which I'm not sure of yet... I've tried coffee that is not made of coffee (don't ask it was some kind of workout hot drink)... I've tried biscuits & gravy (I don't get that one either-I think its a white guy thing) ... I've tried some different drinks or concoction made at local Starbucks that I'm sure I'll do my best to stay away from... but this time once again Voodoo Witch Barista comes up with something I wasn't really searching the world for... Voodoo Witch Barista made this concoction at her very own witch's den... she made (ready for it) "Bacon Cupcakes"... now am I the only one that sees the paradox in this?... Bacon mixed into Cupcakes with maple frosting... the best way to describe the taste is like eating a pancake that has bacon in it covered with maple syrup... I think that this would be something that Southern folk would be all over... or maybe the Mid-West folk... like that biscuit & gravy thing that gets them all a twitter (no not the "this is what the fucking I'm doing right now that no one really cares about" web site)... now when I was little guy my mother would do things like cook a pancake with a strip bacon down the middle of it (note-pre cook bacon before putting it in the middle of a pancake)... or added chocolate chips maybe banana or even nuts... then again my mother would do the same for cupcakes but never with bacon... to me this Bacon Cupcake would be a food junky's dream... I mean you have bacon which is high in grease... then you have cake which is full of sugar plus add the maple frosting double sugar... It's a HOMER high!!! As for me I can say I've tried it but I won't be searching 7-11 or Supermarkets in the Hostess Cupcake aisle for it... or in the pastry case at local Starbucks... I think Bacon Cupcakes is more for the Homer or Souther folk or Mid-West folk or just White folk thing... then again what do I know, I'm a West Coast guy... we don't do folk. 

New place for Mexican Food for me at lease "El Matador"

Today was a bit of a bore. Not much was going on, my fake chaos was over from yesterday with the bank and my chaos schedule for today was blank. Nope it was a day of pedal my ass over to local Starbucks. Yup I got back to 'go green' again, today was a nice day for it. I took my very old Mac PowerBook G4 laptop for a ride as well. The thought of having my little spot for writing while watching the people go by or come in for a cup. As usual well made plans go a rye or better written 'hell in a hand-basket'. When I got to Starbucks I discovered that my little spot was taken by, how can I say this 'pc'; by two very plus size women (street term-two old fat chicks) and they weren't going to budge. So I sat at the counter with my very old Mac PowerBook G4 laptop never to take it out of its 'satchel'. I went to order my 'first cup of the day' from BaahBaah Barista, no banana this time for I brought one with me from the last time I was there. After doctoring up my java, I sat down took out my iPhone, where I perused twitter and facebook. While enjoying my cup of java I even did some bidding and listing of DC comic book statues on eBay. I also was able to view the 'chicas' along with the MILFs come and go with their coffee drinks or tea. I was helpless in the way of having a spot to write near a plug for my very old Mac PowerBook G4 laptop. Another tell tale sign of my laptop being old is that the battery doesn't last very long, about 45 minutes at best. Not really doing anything but checking out the Porn Star pics on twitter and reading about Government shut down from news bloggers. As time floated along, the two old fat chicks aren't moving from my little spot (I mean they where camped out to stay) it was time for a second cup of java without the cheesy bagel/cream cheese. While I was 'managing' my eBay in comes Voodoo Witch Barista with little Hoodoo Voodoo. We sat, we laugh, never to cry, drank our different coffee drinks while little Hoodoo Voodoo mocked those around her. A little while later I gave up on my little spot for writing, visited with some other costumers then headed out, pedaling my ass back to my flop. This time I got hungry a bit earlier than usual. I decided to try someplace new for me, "EL MATADOR", here is the secret if a Mexican restaurant is any good, Chip & guacamole. If the chip and guacamole are 'handmade' then it's stands a good chance the rest of the menu is good as well. I got an all meat carnitas with avocado and cheese wet along with handmade guacamole & chips. I was stuffed and still stuffed, both items where tasty. I do recommend 'El MATADOR' for home style Mexican food.

This last picture is dessert, better known as 'eye candy'.

Monopoly's Chance Card-Bank Error talk to Bank Manager-don't collect $200.

Today was the usual stuff of trying to stay in bed after my brain was wide awake. Then it dawn on me that I had to run to the bank after drawing the Monopoly card 'take a chance'; you know the card that says "bank error, talk to the Bank Manager"; no you don't get to collect $200 dollars (roll the dice-fuck up). Once again, in a rush to get out the door (at lease in my mind), I had to leave the bike (the pedal kind) at home and take the car (doing my best to help out Big Oil). I wasted more gas doing the 'run-a-round' dance with the car from bank to bank to bank then back to the first bank (are you with me so far?). When all said and done there was no error, there was no collecting $200 dollars, there was no rolling of the dice. After the fake chaos I was wanting java, bad. I took the short drive from the bank to local Starbucks (using up the juice of one small dinosaur). Once in Starbucks I set up my very old Mac PowerBook G4 17" laptop in the usual spot. BaahBaah Barista was working the register which meant I had to make my order simple. I got my 'first cup of the day' with a banana. While getting my iPhone 'work' Calendar to sync with my very old Mac PowerBook G4 17" laptop Calender; I enjoyed my cup of java and banana. After getting the Calendars to aline, I caught up on Twitter and facebook when I realize that 'I facebook Everything' Barista was working the cauldron and facebooking at the same time. Being only maybe ten feet away from her we communicated via facebook (odd-very odd); rounding off the cast was the New Kid Barista (guy-got to come up with a better name). I began working on my neglected script, working title 'assassin'. By this time I was ready for a second 'cup of java' with cheesy bagel/cream cheese (once again making it simple for BaahBaah Barista at the register). While enjoying my second 'cup of java' I finished up a scene on the script. When low-n-behold in comes Voodoo Witch Barista, who was early to work.
Side note here-do you know how hard it is to get rid of a box of micro-wave popcorn? 
(don't ask--mistake from a bad idea dealing with Jiffy Pop popcorn). 
I chatted with Voodoo Witch Barista on many different subjects (which none had any baring on the outcome of the world). Then it happened again where I end up sharing my little writing spot with another (one day I'm going to be rude to whoever comes up asking to share my little writing spot-is fuck off to rude?). I giggled, I chuckled, I joked, then it was time for me to get the hell out of Dodge (old saying for 'you got to go'-why they use the city name of Dodge I have no fucking clue). Except Voodoo Witch Barista bushwhacked me before I got out the door with a java hex concoction. I got back to my flop, to find a note from UPS. They where trying to deliver my new comic book female character statue, THE BLACK CAT from Spider-Man. So it was off to UPS to pick up my delivery. Now I'm back at the flop relaxing, multi-tasking, watching old Black & White movies on TCM, writing my blog, checking e-mails and every now and then gazing at my new BLACK CAT statue.  

A high CARB night! (not the smartest thing to do)

Yesterday after I slept in, I got up, got ready then took the car to do my errands. I would have sworn it was going to thunder & lighting with a down pour of rain. It was cool enough to wear a hoodie at mid-day. I finally landed at the local Starbucks where I got my 'first cup of the day', banana (which I brought back to my flop) and nope on the cheesy bagel/cream cheese. After enjoying my two cups while joking around with other customers and baristas I came back to my flop. I did some cleaning like maid on crack which got me hungry. Last night for my late meal I ordered up spaghetti with sausages, oh and no I didn't forget the garlic bread, a real carb high. I should have stop there but noooo I press on. I made Jiffy Pop popcorn... I gotta write, that when I was young I guess I don't really care about the lingering aftertaste. I was more taken by how in the fuck can a small pan expand into this mushroom of foil ready to eat popcorn. I guess when I was young I really didn't care that they use industrial strength cooking oil that could lube a jet engine for life or preservative that would make it last beyond a nuclear fallout. The tricky part, when I was young was not to burn it beyond eatable recognition. Well, last night I followed the instructions which is a first for MAN and no it wasn't done in Stick People drawings, you had to read. I moved it around-across-back & forth over the burner only to be fooled by it; because it took longer than what the instructions state it would take for it to begin popping. But once that industrial oil got hot enough, it pop like 'a cat on a hot tin roof'. Now that I'm older I took care in opening the foil, instead of my younger-self where I would rip it open with my bare hands only to be rewarded with a 'heat blast' to the face. I used a knife to make the first tear, call me chicken but I can live without the 'heat blast' to the face. Discovering that I didn't burn it, I then used my hands to finish tearing open the foil. While watching the last 
Princess movie from Disney I could feel whatever industrial oil and preservative they use coating my tongue. When I got to the bottom in the Jiffy popping pan, I found solidified chunks of popcorn and chemical with a very bad aftertaste. Even after brushing my teeth the aftertaste remained. The aftertaste didn't even diminish after brushing my teeth when I got up. It wasn't until pedaled my ass over to local Starbucks, where Voodoo Witch Barista made me a concoction of java and potions that finally got rid of the aftertaste of Jiffy Pop popcorn. This part is where I have to eat some words and admit THANKS to Voodoo Witch Barista. As for tonight's late meal is going to be something simple, maybe a burrito from a new 'taco place' here in town. I'll let you know how it goes.

Caffeine & Sugar

Last night I wrote a tale here and on my facebook page about getting drink that was off menu at local Starbucks. This drink I called 'MARS' is mostly all sugar of all sorts. Today like most any other day after getting up I ran some earns then to local Starbucks for that 'cup of java' with banana. They where out of cheesy bagels. I sat enjoying my 'cup of java' while checking my twitter, viewing the porn stars photos attached to their tweets. I also check my facebook wall, drop a few lines to post on my wall (I have no clue if anyone reads them or not-the question should be do I fucking care). Then I set up my iPod to watch anime from Nexflix. By now I've finish my 'cup of java' and banana. Still feeling a bit of hunger I wanted something but not the usual Starbucks' pastry loaded with processed sugar. I got my second 'cup of java', then headed out the door seeking a real scone. The first place I went to was closed, this place makes their pastries on premises, handmade. The second place was a family run bakery but it too was closed. The last place I went to was the new old soda fountain place, no luck there either. Back to Starbucks for a plan bagel with cream cheese. I drank my second cup, ate my bagel while watching anime on my iPod. After watching a few episodes of anime I finish my 'cup of java'. It wasn't long after that the caffeine & last night sugar rush kicked back in again. I came back to my flop full of energy. I fucking cleaned like a Maid on speed! I can't believe how much drive I had to clean this place inside & out plus do laundry. I built up an appetite so tonight I had fajitas, guacamole and three tortillas. I finally feel the effect of the caffeine & sugar rush wearing off. Now its relax watching some more Nexflix.