Due to our schedule, M and I have certain limited choices for our after work nourishment. Of the 5 or 6 places we frequent, each has its pluses and minuses. This has become the topic of many of our conversations (once we're done figuring out how to save the world, of course), to the point that I think he needs to start his own blog based solely on food. I mean, how much trouble can you get in writing about FOOD? As to our political opinions, well, I won't even go there - except to say the current President is far from our favorite.
So, now that M has fallen just as hard for Blythe as I have (I don't think he'd buy his own, but he's welcome to borrow mine to photograph anytime), we've come up with the idea that we need to photograph Blythe at all of our eating establishments. I don't know why we thought this was a good idea, but in addition, M wants us to treat her like she's real (because our fave waiters don't think we're crazy enough for whipping out our Nintendo DS and playing with our virtual dogs). Anyway, we haven't treated her like she's real, yet, but while I was knitting my Paris Loop at the table, I looked down and saw this:
Which gave me the crazy idea to do this:
That is EXACTLY the look I get when I want spicy food. Can't you just hear her? "Hand over the Cholula and no one gets hurt!" Come to think of it, I get like that when it comes to chocolate (hey, I'm a woman, I'm supposed to be crazy for chocolate!), but I will never deny myself the cholula, sweet nectar of spicy goodness.... ;-)