My family is funny. Especially my sis-in-law. When she married Toad I couldn't have been happier. Not only was she friendly and nice, but she pimped a Toyota Supra and she had a huge appetite and she was unabashed when it came to demonstrating the worst french accent known to man. Two nights ago she won my admiration and respect anew when we pulled up to the Iceberg drive-thru.

Crackly Teenage Voice: Welcome to Iceberg, can I take your order?

Super: Yes, I would like a mocha shake with cookie dough and brownies and....uh....heh ( laughter and awe issue from the passenger and back seats) and...shhhh..oh, oreos....(louder laughter throughout the vehicle, as she gestures for quiet)...and, and I want extra oreos.

Crackly Teenage Voice: (bored, disbelief) Yeeeeeahhh. Could you repeat that?

"Food, glorious food! Hot sausage and mustard!"

Today La Dolcezza thinks I am going to blog about her witty gmail chats. But I must refrain because, while they are very entertaining, the humor is at the expense of others and this is a HATE FREE blog 'yo. *Careful not to offend LD as she is my only reader.
Just kidding, actually I am as much a fan of the macabre as the next 'Office' lover but I wanted to say something else tonight. And that something else is this: that I love good produce.

No really, you know you are a foodie when you pass a gorgeous cherry tree on your morning run just laden (almost in the biblical sense, although I don't really know what that means) with luscious red gems and you contemplate stopping to sample the goods.

This happened to me the other day. Plus, I can't seem to get enough of the 'delights of the season'. Cherries, melons, mangoes, limes- I want lime on everything. And fresh corn on the cob. I don't even need butter, just one golden line after another. Also, I could hang a bunch of cilantro from my rear view I like the smell that much.

Lastly, I confess, to having eaten an entire bag of fresh peas on the freeway going to work today.