If I Have to Eat Fast Food....Make My Haute

{via here::special thanx}

I don't have much of a palette for fast food anymore.  I must admit that, in my younger years I lived and breathed for all food...done fast.  The faster, the better.  Oh come on! I know that I'm not the only.  I lived for the hot, soft, salty crunch taste of 'those' golden french fries.  The veggie-oil soaked fish sandwhiches, slapped haphazardly onto a too small bun with a slice of synthetically manufactured topper of cheese.  Yum...Yum...  How I craved these artery clogging delites, unconcerned with the damage that could come with repeated consumption.

Fortunately, with age, comes the added bonus of a more matured palette.  YEAH!  And now, in the moments of reminiscent-bliss, when my palette has a moment of digression- I can at least get my fast food blinked out and haute!

What's your culinary digression?

It's Summertime

... and the living is easy...

Playing with Food...

Remember when you were younger and weren't allow to play with your food?
The mantra went something like this..."girl don't play in your food.
You better eat that...there's people starving in *{feel free to insert some third world country here}..."

Well, looking at these fun food works of art, I can't help but wonder how this culinary whittler
got away with the whole food playing thing.

...perhaps if I were allowed to play with my food back then....hmmmmmm