Chocolate. Toffee. Jelly beans. Gummy Bears. Okay, I admit it. I’m a candy fiend. I have a hard time walking past candy without taking at least one (or two). But at least I feel guilty about it. I gave Lydia in Posed for Murder a little secret sweet tooth, too. She likes butter rum lifesavers, and always keeps a stash in her purse. And she likes canoli–enough for her boss’…
Don’t you just hate it when someone tells you they’re going to do something, and then they just blow it off? Like for instance, a certain Debutante (whose initials happen to be LD) who is supposed to post every Wednesday morning by like, 6 am EST, but was so wrapped up in her own life last night that she forgot? Don’t you just hate that? Here are my other pet…
I come from a long proud line of women who can cook. These women are not going to be impressed with the pseudo cooking of taking things from a box and adding water or cutting a dough log into slices and making them into cookies. No sir, it’s going to require more work. This week I’ve gone through my recipe box to try and decide what to share. The French…
This time of year I face an age old moral dilemma, one I like to think of as The Candy Crisis. In order to identify your own moral failings- I provide you with this quiz. There is no scoring, as that would take me too long to figure out. You want a quiz with scores go buy yourself a Cosmo magazine. Do you: a) buy Halloween candy now in an…
You pull up the driveway and stare at the house. It looks so nice, so innocuous with its Tudor styling and soft, green lawn. But inside lurks Big Trouble. And you are tired, under-caffeinated, stressed out—all bad things considering what you have to face… You take a deep breath at the door. Focus. Key in the lock and then you step in and voices call out in greeting. But don’t…
When I was little, I was mistress to the high-fructose world of candy. Wax lips, candy cigarettes, Junior Mints, Bit O’ Honey, Sugar Daddies, Baby Ruths…my list of favorite candies was endless. The high point of many of my early elementary school days was stopping at the candy store—either the one behind the school, across a very busy street (who let us do these crazy things like cross busy roads…
This week I wrote an Ode on Candy Confessions in the spirit of “Ode on a Grecian Urn” that’s meant to be sung (very loosely) to the tune of Missy Elliot’s “Lose Control” (which my teen-aged daughter recently loaded on my iPod running playlist). Go with it, okay?* Candy Make U Lose Control Candy make u lose control Candy make u lose control Let’s go Yeah yeah yeah Here we…
I have a secret life. I feed my kids organic milk, whole wheat linguini, and sloppy joes made from soy. But I have a secret stash of Twinkies. I come by it naturally. When I was growing up, my mother force-fed my brother and me carab chip cookies (sort of like chocolate, but more like cardboard), granola, and ground turkey burgers (which do not, despite my mother’s protests, taste exactly…
