Conspirations and Cahoots...

It has been my opinion for quite some time now that the restaurants in my neighborhood are in cahoots with the sole purpose of keeping me from getting thin.

It's quite the conspiracy.

In the past three years a crazy amount of restaurants have moved into the neighborhood.

Barbecue, sushi, Italian, Mexican...you name it we've got it.

Except for a Sweet Peppers. We don't have a Sweet Peppers.

I thought that this was the last straw:


A Momma Goldbergs. 

A Momma Goldbergs one stinking mile away.

But now this:


Nothing Bundt Cakes has moved in and it's in walking distance.

Walking distance!

Sheesh. I'm gonna need to walk a lot more than 'walking distance' to walk off those little cakes.

I just have to think about something else instead.

Ya know, concentrate.

Actually, I'm watching The Walking Dead right now and it's doing a great job of never making me want to eat again. 

Or maybe I should just stay home more.

Of course, I probably shouldn't stay home when this is going on:


Reddi Whip. 


Reddi Whip...


...and mischief.


That's the kind of mischief that's better left to them.


Oh, the joy of Reddi Whip on the nose. 

Kinda like the joy of having a Momma Goldbergs in the neighborhood. 

Well, the joy for people who have more discipline that I do. 
AKA Jane Random

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6 Comments

  1. I miss deli's. Choice is a beautiful thing. In my town we have an Italian restaurant/ pizzeria just around the corner. Another Italian restaurant down the street. Several more in the centre of town. Italian, Italian, Italian!!!Deli's... forget about it! Chinese... forget about it! If I want to eat anything different, I have to cook it myself. Problem is, the supermarket only sells... you guessed it... Italian!

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    1. I've heard it's hard to get non Italian restaurants into some of the smaller towns in Italy. Of course the tourists love it but I can see how a local would be bothered by it.

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  2. I've never heard of Momma Goldberg's but it sounds delicious. So does a bundt cake shop. Walking distance is dangerous.

    We have a new Irish pub that's walking distance from us, which is equally dangerous. 2 blocks is not nearly enough distance to walk off your buzz before getting home.

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    1. Our Irish pub is fronted by the busiest road in town - possibly a bad placement...

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  3. I told Eric that I need a bundt now. Then, I could eat it while I watch My Big Fat Greek Wedding.

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    1. Who can say the word bundt without thinking of that movie!

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