<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:15:33.535-08:00</updated><category term='&apos;'/><title type='text'>Diary of a Cash Starved Foodie</title><subtitle type='html'>A cash starved foodie's stream of consciousness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>369</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-302811979689731206</id><published>2010-08-07T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:38:25.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purveyor of Hugs and Cookies - Day 365 plus 1</title><content type='html'>Well the epiphany finally came a day late.  After much deliberation over whether to continue Diary of a Cash Starved Foodie, I finally made a decision.  I am going to put it to rest...and begin a new blog - purveyorofhugsandcookies.blogspot.com.  Yes, I have a thing for blog titles a mile long.  I tried for simply hugsandcookies.blogspot.com, but amazingly the title was taken.  So I opted for the title from my new Heartsong Cookies business card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my new venture into the world of entrepreneurship, I find it only fitting to begin anew with my blog as well. I plan to document my journey into the business world and fill my postings with my usual gush and goo.  I am still wrestling with its frequency.  Karen's look of disappointment when I told her I was considering no more daily posts haunts me.  I don't want to disappoint her.  So daily posts are my plan.  I have so much to do in less than a month to get ready for my debut at the Maitland Farmers Market.  It is a bit overwhelming.  For now, I am going to create my new blog site and get a little shut eye.  Look for the first Purveyor of Hugs and Cookies posting tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-302811979689731206?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/302811979689731206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=302811979689731206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/302811979689731206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/302811979689731206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/08/hugs-and-cookies-day-365-plus-1.html' title='Purveyor of Hugs and Cookies - Day 365 plus 1'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-6480960290912504737</id><published>2010-08-06T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:53:10.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dance - Day 365</title><content type='html'>As I labored through the day, little thought was given to just how momentous this day really was.  Today was August 6, 2010.  A Friday.  The beginning of the weekend.  The finish line.  The attainment of a goal.  Day 365 in a year of blogging.  A year that brought me closer to my friends and family.  A year filled with self discovery and realization of a dream.  The day I gave out my first Heartsong Cookies business card.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 365 was a day filled with work frustration one minute and a relaxing dinner with Mike the next.  It was a microcosm of the last year.  A roller coaster ride of highs and lows.  And I wouldn't trade one moment of the whole experience.  I owe it all to a challenge issued by my son Ryan.  He told me there was NO WAY I would blog for a full year.  Well Ryan, this blog is for you.  I know you rarely read it, but maybe someday you will pull it out when you need a dose of your goofy mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The epiphany I hoped would bring a resolution to the blog never came.  I have absolutely no idea if tomorrow will bring Posting Day 366 or if Heartsong Cookies will win my attention.  All I do know is that it is time for the Happy Dance of all Happy Dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for joining me for the ride of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-6480960290912504737?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/6480960290912504737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=6480960290912504737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6480960290912504737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6480960290912504737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-dance-day-365.html' title='Happy Dance - Day 365'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3583881332074381587</id><published>2010-08-05T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T20:25:00.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Dream - Day 364</title><content type='html'>I have a dream.  A dream of a business all my own.  A business whose mission is to spread hugs and happiness in the form of a tasty treat.  A cookie business.  Heartsong Cookies.  Today I took another big step.  I have a business card.  One lonely little business card...only a proof really.  Tomorrow it will be joined by about 500 friends and then passed around to as many people as possible.  It will be my ticket to dream fulfillment and it feels so good.  Happy dance good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business card giddiness was not my only source of joy today.  In fact, my entire day was filled with good things.  I had lunch with Heather, Scott, Chris and Tim at Brio to celebrate Heather's promotion.  We talked about the RFQ from hell, everyone's new responsibilities and cookies.  Heather and the guys loved their cookie gifts.  Perhaps the highlight of the lunch was a comment...no a compliment, from Scott.  He told me he thought I would be stand out and be successful as the farmers market because of my engaging personality.  At a time when my confidence is riding a roller coast of highs and lows...lots of lows, this compliment meant the world to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I met Susan and Chris for a culinary adventure outside their two mile radius requirement.  We met at The Ravenous Pig,  Oooooh, I love The Pig.  We started with a basket of their fabulous Gruyere biscuits.  Next was the Charcuterie Platter of homemade sausages, cheeses and pickled veggies to be shared by the table.  My entree was the half order of Goat Cheese Tortellini in a Parmesan broth with tri colored cherry tomatoes lightly blistered to a consistency that made them pop in your mouth with an explosion of fresh tomato flavor.  All the flavors were savored with a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc shared with Susan.  Even though we did not get an entree, we spent more than we intended.  But it was money well spent.  I could live off the flavor memories for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this afternoon Kenda presented me with a Blue Bird Bake Shop cupcake.  The cute little brown box was sealed with a sticker, so the flavor remained a surprise.  A surprise that drove me crazy all the way home.  When I arrived home, I couldn't stand it any more.  I peeled off the sticker and opened the lid to reveal a beautiful sight.  A chocolate cupcake topped with just the right amount of pink strawberry frosting.  I was compelled to have a little sliver.  I did, placed the box in the fridge and walked away...about 5 steps and circled back.  That cupcake was amazing.  The cake had a vanilla center surrounded by chocolate.  It was moist with just the right balance of sweetness.  The frosting was light and creamy and filled with fresh strawberry taste.  I took another slice and quickly placed it back in the fridge.  This time I made it to the stairs before circling back.  Another sliver, a moment of guilt and soon the entire cupcake was history.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the cherry on top of a day of indulgence.  I can't wipe the smile off my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3583881332074381587?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3583881332074381587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3583881332074381587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3583881332074381587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3583881332074381587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-dream-day-364.html' title='I Have A Dream - Day 364'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-2486408364943594296</id><published>2010-08-04T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:05:37.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Done - Day 363</title><content type='html'>My blog is heading toward the finish line.  Only two more days until I reach Day 365.  I keep waffling between taking a sabbatical and moving my focus on to my much neglected Heartsong Cookies blog.  My friend Karen begged me to keep it going.  My friend Kenda strongly suggested I document my business journey on Heartsong.  And I cannot make up my mind.  Hopefully the next two days will bring an epiphany.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, COOKIES were the theme of the day.  I delivered the Love Always Cookie to Carolyn with an added bonus basket of NO NUT Cookies for her husband Randy.  They were the result of another cookie experiment...a mix of semisweet, bittersweet and milk chocolate chips added to my base with a touch of cinnamon. The taste was interesting, but not perfect.  The cookies spread to the size of Montana.  Most of my cookies are filled with lots of chocolate, nuts and/or dried fruit...4-4 1/2 cups.  NO NUT Cookies only have 3 cups of goodies, so they don't hold their shape so well.  I must find a no nut dough that holds its shape.  Maybe a denser flour is the answer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after work I threw together a batch of White Chocolate Blueberry Pecan Cookies for Heather's promotion luncheon tomorrow with the boys.  Heather is one of my biggest cookie fans and I could not think of a better way to thank her on her way to bigger and better things than with a cookie and a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-2486408364943594296?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2486408364943594296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=2486408364943594296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2486408364943594296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2486408364943594296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/08/almost-done-day-363.html' title='Almost Done - Day 363'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-6580002910005933138</id><published>2010-08-03T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:46:30.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Always - Day 362</title><content type='html'>Work today was filled with tedious computer work...definitely not my idea of fun.  But tonight more than made up for it.  Maddie and I fixed a pretty tasty dinner considering the centerpiece of the meal was a bowl of ramen noodles accompanied by a salad and slices of fresh nectarine.  My brother joined us for dessert...a cup of the homemade chocolate, strawberry, chocolate chip, pecan ice cream I made the night before. After hanging out overnight in the freezer, the ice cream was pretty darn good.  Michael doesn't even like chocolate ice cream and he devoured the cup in record time.  After dessert I showed him my plans for displaying the cookies at the farmers market.  He approved.  I want my booth to stand out in the crowd and I definitely think I am on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Carolyn asked me to bake a large cookie for her anniversary tomorrow.  Her husband Randy loves chocolate chunk cookies...no nuts.  Instead of a groom's cake for their wedding 20 years ago, they served a chocolate chunk cookie cake.  Carolyn wanted to honor that cherished day.  I whipped up a batch of chocolate chunk cookie dough and baked it in my large heart cookie pan.  Judging cooking time is a challenge with this pan and I am afraid it might have overcooked.  But with a little cookie icing, I think it will make Carolyn and Randy smile.  The sentiment was simple...Love Always.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-6580002910005933138?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/6580002910005933138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=6580002910005933138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6580002910005933138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6580002910005933138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-always-day-362.html' title='Love Always - Day 362'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-9204425257687010945</id><published>2010-08-02T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:47:59.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Worked! - Day 361</title><content type='html'>Dinner tonight was simple fare at its best.  Barbecue Pulled Pork Flatbread Pizza, Fresh Mozzarella Cheese Flatbread Pizza and a salad.  The crust was about as easy as it gets...a new find from Costco.  It is better than any Boboli crust I have ever had.  Not too thick or too thin with a made from scratch taste.  I topped one with a little barbecue sauce, some of the leftover pulled pork from last night, a few handfuls of Italian blend shredded cheese and a sprinkling of Parmesan.  The second was topped with Ragu Pizza Sauce,  slices of fresh mozzarella, more Italian blend shredded cheese and a parm sprinkle.  They both were popped in a 400 F oven for about 18-20 minutes.  Each rectangular shaped crust yields about 8 small slices.  Mike and I tried two of each and still have enough for lunch or dinner tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling pretty cocky after my pizza success, it was time to try my hand at another batch of homemade chocolate ice cream.  Undaunted by last night's failure, I dove into another batch.  This time I waited until the very last minute to remove the freezer bowl from the freezer.  After the machine ran for about 20 minutes, I added sliced strawberries, chocolate chips and toasted pecans at Mike's request.  The goodies took a ride for about another five minutes, then headed for the freezer to &lt;br /&gt;"cure".  I was full of pizza, but Mike was ready to tackle the ice cream.  I scooped up a bowl after only 45 minutes in the freezer.  The consistency was still not real firm, but extremely creamy and rich.  Mike have it a thumbs up.  Yahoo...it worked.  Thanks Michael, for a wonderful early birthday present!  With my ice cream craving husband, it will definitely get a lot of use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-9204425257687010945?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/9204425257687010945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=9204425257687010945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/9204425257687010945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/9204425257687010945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-worked-day-361.html' title='It Worked! - Day 361'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-8000401861560009231</id><published>2010-08-01T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T20:53:03.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift Of Gab - Day 360</title><content type='html'>My mom was blessed with a special gift...the ability to open up and share a piece of herself with perfect strangers.  She is warm and engaging with a knack for putting people at ease.  As a teenager, her gift was largely unappreciated by me.  In fact, at times I found it somewhat embarrassing and annoying.  My friends would come over and spend more time with my mom than with me.  Over the years as I ripened into my 52 years, I gained a deep appreciation of just what a special gift she has...the gift of gab.  And as much as I fought the idea I was anything like my mom, I realized she had passed the gab gene on to me.  Now it is my most prized quality.  It is a quality that has served me well during my hours spent at Costco.  Friendships have developed from a simple smile, a question answered or a story shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the weeks count down on my time at Costco I realize just how much I will miss all these friendships.  Friendships born from the gift of gab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Mike, Chris and I created the grand finale for Chris' weekend of thrills.  We took dinner over to his house to share a meal with his family, Tom and Susan.  After the car was unloaded, it looked like we were moving in instead of just fixing dinner.  The menu was a simple mix of prepared items with touches of home cooking.  Grilled buns were topped with Costco Pulled Pork. Stouffer's Mac and Cheese, fresh creamed corn and a simple salad rounded out the meal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert was supposed to be the debut of my early birthday present from my brother, Michael - a Cuisinart Ice Cream Maker.  This morning I got up early to make the chocolate ice cream mix.  We froze the Freezer Bowl the night before and packed it in ice for the trip to Tom and Susan's.  Directions were carefully followed and the mix took a ride in the machine for the suggested 30 minutes.  I was filled with joyful anticipation as I stopped the machine to check out the contents.  Unfortunately I found chocolate soup instead of creamy ice cream.  For the life of me I cannot figure out what went wrong.  Time to re-read the directions and try again tomorrow night.  Maybe Michael put a hex on the first batch since it was meant to be shared with him.  Whatever it is, I can't wait to shut off the machine and find a bowl of decadent creamy chocolate goodness staring back at me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-8000401861560009231?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8000401861560009231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=8000401861560009231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8000401861560009231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8000401861560009231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/08/gift-of-gab-day-360.html' title='The Gift Of Gab - Day 360'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-5067772882845948000</id><published>2010-07-31T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T20:13:06.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris' Most Excellent Adventure - Day 359</title><content type='html'>For Chris, Day 2 of his thrill a minute weekend began with a trip to Athena Cafe for breakfast.  His eyes lit up when he spied Biscuits with Sausage Gravy on the menu.  Chris is the King of Sausage Gravy and Athena's version got two thumbs up.  Mike and I ordered our usual, Cheese Steak Omelet for Mike, Athena Special for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postings about Athena are not unusual.  This little hole in the wall cafe has a menu filled with comforting goodness, a friendly wait staff and an eclectic clientele.  Like the elderly couple sitting in the booth behind us.  The wife repeatedly asked our server where her decaf coffee was and when I say repeatedly, I mean 5 or 6 times within a 5 minute span.  Our server finally resorted to a play by play of the brewing process which seemed to calm her down.  The best line came from her husband.  When the server asked him how he would like his eggs, he solemnly replied - "On a plate".  Without skipping a beat, the server acknowledged his request and moved on to the next question - "And how would you like them prepared?"  Mike and I made eye contact and started to giggle.  This started a chain reaction at the table.  Chris joined in the fun even though he had no earthly idea what we were laughing about.  All that he knew was this was a great start to a most excellent adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening the fun continued with a trip to Boardwalk Bowl for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society bowling fundraiser with my buddies from SeaWorld.  The cookie basket I donated actually had quite a few tickets in its little bucket.  That was a very good thing.  We bought a few raffle tickets of our own, won an Outback Gift Basket, collected lots of hugs and headed out before the cookie basket winner was awarded.  Buffalo Wild Wings was our next destination.  Beer, wings, onion rings, buffalo chips with cheese and celery with blue cheese made for three very happy, very full, very round and very sleepy adventurers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing our "exciting" life through the eyes of our friend Chris has opened my eyes.  I think Chris may be right.  Our life is one never ending, fun filled adventure best enjoyed with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-5067772882845948000?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5067772882845948000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=5067772882845948000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5067772882845948000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5067772882845948000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/chris-most-excellent-adventure-day-359.html' title='Chris&apos; Most Excellent Adventure - Day 359'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-2392908451071163002</id><published>2010-07-30T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T18:33:29.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend With Chris - Day 358</title><content type='html'>For some unknown reason, our friend Chris thinks we live a really exciting life.  So every so often we pick him up for the weekend to prove him just how wrong he is.  I picked him up late this afternoon to begin this week's installment of excitement.  At Chris' request we headed straight for Brio for a dinner of Peroni beer and Tuscan Tasters.  While low on the excitement meter, the food was good and cheap and the conversation quite lively...not.  But Chris seemed to enjoy himself.  Then it was on to Bake Me A Cake Cafe to meet Kenda and Mark.  While the bakery case was quite stimulating, the conversation had a glazing effect on Chris.  Poor guy.  He had to endure talk of the horrible state of the printing and advertising businesses, layoffs, unemployment, no jobs and worry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icing on the cake was a visit to my least favorite retail establishment in the entire universe...a WalMart Super Center.  Cash deprivation requires thrifty shopping and unfortunately WalMart is the place to go for thriftiness.  They have the best price on Nestle Chocolate Chunks and I needed some for a BIG Heart Cookie order I got this afternoon.  Plus, what is more exciting than people watching at WalMart on a Friday night?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the evening Chris was catatonic...that is until Mike handed him the remote.  Nick at Nite here he comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-2392908451071163002?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2392908451071163002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=2392908451071163002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2392908451071163002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2392908451071163002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekend-with-chris-day-358.html' title='Weekend With Chris - Day 358'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-522636377046994942</id><published>2010-07-29T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:15:45.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down The Days - Day 357</title><content type='html'>Eight days is all I have left of my year long blog adventure.  Eight days.  I can't believe that I am that close to meeting the challenge Ryan issued 357 days ago.  Ryan didn't believe I would keep up a daily blog for a full year.  Frankly, I didn't believe I would blog for a full year.  But a challenge is a challenge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make.  I actually love doing my nightly posting.  It is my therapy.  A chance to organize my thoughts, reflect on the day, share tips about places to eat out on a budget and on rare occasions share a recipe or two.  I intended it to be a blog about food.  I ended up with a blog about life.  It gave a handful of people who followed it religiously a window into my life.  It brought me closer to my friends.  It gave me much more than I ever expected.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I count down the days, I am perplexed.  With a new business only a few weeks away, time is precious.  My Heartsong Cookies blog has been sorely neglected.  Do I give up the daily posting all together?  Do I focus on Heartsong blogging instead?  Do I take a blogging sabbatical?  I just don't know.  Eight days.  Eight days to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-522636377046994942?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/522636377046994942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=522636377046994942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/522636377046994942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/522636377046994942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/counting-down-days-day-357.html' title='Counting Down The Days - Day 357'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-5030234874669307275</id><published>2010-07-28T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:09:40.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Souper Evening - Day 356</title><content type='html'>Tonight I needed comfort and relaxation.  I found it in the fridge.  Soup is my perfect idea of comfort food, so tonight I decided to throw together a chowder from the leftovers I found in the fridge.  The result was a Mac and Cheese Chicken Corn Chowder.  It sounds decadent and it was.  But it was also very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet onions were diced and thrown in the pot with a little olive oil, salt and pepper.  After they softened a bit, I added corn cut off one ear and a little chicken stock.  Five minutes of simmering cooked the corn until it was still a little crunchy.  I added diced leftover fried chicken cutlets, skim milk, hot sauce, leftover mac and cheese, a little Parmesan cheese, a teaspoon of butter, Weathervane seasoning, salt and pepper.  The result was creamy, cheesy, hearty comfort and the perfect vehicle for hot sauce...lots of hot sauce.  I washed it all down with homemade red sangria.  Maddie was my dining partner and she loved the chowder as much as I did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three days of feeling lousy, doctors appointments and medical procedures, I was ready for Couch Potatoville.  What a great destination.  A laptop, a bowl of soup, a glass a wine, lots of pillows and Food Network on the tube.  This is a souper way to spend an evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-5030234874669307275?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5030234874669307275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=5030234874669307275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5030234874669307275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5030234874669307275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/souper-evening-day-356.html' title='Souper Evening - Day 356'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-712511103420912023</id><published>2010-07-27T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:37:07.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprised Again - Day 355</title><content type='html'>I think I must have a mental block about this special day.  Every year I fall victim...or should I say I am blessed with the most wonderful surprise...Mike's acknowledgment of the anniversary of the day we got engaged.  This morning when I got out of the shower two cards were waiting for me on the counter.  "What are these for?" I cluelessly asked.  Mike just smiled.  He got me again.  The cards were beautiful and filled with just the right words to make me feel like the luckiest woman on earth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also made reservations at my favorite restaurant, The Ravenous Pig, for dinner tonight.  It was a splurge we REALLY shouldn't indulge, but it was oh so worth it.  A basket of Gruyere Biscuits was a given the moment we walked in the door.  These biscuits are the best I have ever tasted.  If I ordered nothing else, I would have been a happy camper.  But I could not do that.  I ordered a half portion of Spaghetti Nero, squid ink pasta topped with Romesco sauce, grilled squid and homemade sausage.  This was a stellar dish.  The sauce was rich with flavor and the half portion was a perfect amount.  Mike ordered a Pub Burger with Truffle Fries and was equally pleased with his choice.  If you haven't tried "The Pig" as it is affectionately called, YOU SHOULD!  It has a wonderful energy the moment you walk in the door.  The menu changes seasonally with a handful of tried and true constants.  Most entree prices at dinner are somewhere in the twenties, but options are available for the cash deprived...starters, half orders and the pub fare items allow you to experience the delight of dinner at The Pig without cleaning out your piggy bank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Paiva, I love you!  Thanks for surprising me...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-712511103420912023?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/712511103420912023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=712511103420912023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/712511103420912023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/712511103420912023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/surprised-again-day-355.html' title='Surprised Again - Day 355'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3939024164891242423</id><published>2010-07-26T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:32:25.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Antidote - Day 354</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up feeling like I was 102.  Actually I went to sleep feeling the same way.  I don't have time for feeling lousy.  I've got things to do and people to see.  I filled my head with all the positive thoughts I could muster.  Nothing.  I still felt lousy.  Maybe a shower would do the trick.  Nope...still lousy.  I slowly got dressed, trudged out to my car and headed to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a miserable morning, I finally found the temporary antidote to what ails me.  Lunch at Siam Garden with Morgan and David.  Somehow mild Panang Curry had a calming affect on my crazy stomach.  Go figure.  The food was awesome and a great value at $6.95.  The three of us plotted website plans for Heartsong Cookies.  We worked out business card details.  We discussed projects and mutual friends.  I walked out to my car feeling 25 instead of 102.  The two of them have that affect on me.  They treat me like a contemporary, not a woman old enough to be their mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad we will be forever linked by the logo Morgan designed for me.  All their hard work on Heartsong gives me a huge incentive to succeed.  I can't wait until I can compensate them in something other than cookie currency.  It's tasty, but it doesn't pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3939024164891242423?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3939024164891242423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3939024164891242423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3939024164891242423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3939024164891242423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/antidote-day-354.html' title='The Antidote - Day 354'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-8857679101268523797</id><published>2010-07-25T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:21:59.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Cook - Day 353</title><content type='html'>The Wine Lady, the Cookie Lady, Butthead...I answer to so many different monikers.  One that has been sorely missing from my repertoire is Home Cook.  Tonight after work I vowed to remedy that for at least one meal.  I picked up some frozen shrimp, a bag of oranges, lettuce, corn, strawberries, blueberries and headed straight home to my kitchen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thawed the shrimp, then placed them in a bowl with some freshly squeezed orange juice, olive oil and Weathervane seasoning.  While the shrimp bathed in their citrus bath, I cut the corn off the cob and added it to a saute pan with a little water to steam.  When the water was almost evaporated, butter, fat free milk, a couple of tablespoons of herb cheese, a few shakes of hot sauce and salt and pepper joined the pan.  This is my version of creamed corn - not overwhelmed by creaminess to allow the fresh sweetness of the corn to shine through.  My salad was a simple one of greens, crumbled goat cheese, fresh cherries and toasted pecans topped with a drizzle of homemade orange vinaigrette.  While Mike heated up the grill, I threaded the shrimp on skewers and made some foil veggie packets of fresh asparagus with Vidalia onion slices, a drizzle of olive oil and more Weathervane seasoning.  The veggie packets went on first, followed by the shrimp skewers.  For once the shrimp did not overcook.  The asparagus were not quite so lucky.  They ended up a little limp and bitter.  Overall the meal was a tasty success.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert was meant to be a Snickerdoodle Berry Shortcake.  I macerated sliced strawberries and blueberries in a little sugar and Frangelico liqueur.  While the berries hung out, I threw together a batch of Toasted Walnut Chocolate Chip Cookies for a website meeting with Morgan and David tomorrow.  This was just enough time for my head to catch up with my tummy.  I was stuffed and could not eat another bite.  So my pairing of macerated berries served over a buttery, cinnamon Snickerdoodle cookie with whipped cream and toasted hazelnuts will have to wait for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to actually write a foodie blog posting about food...food cooked at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-8857679101268523797?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8857679101268523797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=8857679101268523797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8857679101268523797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8857679101268523797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-cook-day-353.html' title='Home Cook - Day 353'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3537168343776910704</id><published>2010-07-24T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:29:42.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Comfort Sandwich - Day 352</title><content type='html'>As I sat next to Mike and across from Christine and Ryan in the booth at Athena Cafe, a feeling of extreme comfort came over me.  The feeling didn't have much to do with the Athena Special platter before me or the big bowl of creamy grits.  While both were delicious comfort foods, they don't affect me quite like this.  This was a feeling of peaceful bliss that only comes from being surrounded by love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure the few of you that read my blog on a regular basis must want to gag when I wax on with my sentimental musings.  I honestly can't help myself.  Challenging times and hormones seem to be the perfect potion to awaken my senses.  I see things I never saw before.  Feel things so much more intensely.  Appreciation takes on a new meaning.  In good times I enjoyed my life, but I don't know that I ever truly appreciated it.  Now I wrap myself in the good times like a child's favorite blanket and I won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work Kenda, Mark, Mike and I set off on an eclectic evening of fun.  We headed to Raphsodic Cooperative Company for vegan bakery items and Morgan and David's Designer Showdown event.  It was an evening of self discovery...Mike and I discovered we REALLY like our animal products.  My Earl Grey Blueberry cupcake was a nice balance of fresh blueberries and tea, but it was very sweet and the texture left something to be desired...like butter and eggs.  Mike felt the same way about his Salted Caramel Brownie.  Raphsodic has a nice vibe to it.  The tea was quite good and those with a taste for vegan goodies will be happy campers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dessert, it was time for dinner.  Still in a discovery mode, we all piled in the car for dinner at Pom Pom's Teahouse and Sandwiches.  This funky little cafe serves a delightful array of sandwiches, tea and Blue Bird Bakery Shop cupcakes.  Kenda and I ordered the iced tea of the day - Pumpkin Chai.  To me it was delicious.  To Kenda it was nose scrunching yuk.  Our sandwiches and salads got thumbs up all around.  Mark diagrammed a cupcake on a couple of napkins, Kenda charmingly scrunched her nose while describing less than successful evenings out and Mike sat by snickering at the goofiness of it all.  I wrapped myself in the same peaceful bliss feeling of the morning surrounded by people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a comfort sandwich and that is a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3537168343776910704?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3537168343776910704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3537168343776910704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3537168343776910704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3537168343776910704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/comfort-sandwich-day-352.html' title='A Comfort Sandwich - Day 352'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-7208167312830325133</id><published>2010-07-23T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T18:35:40.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christine's Snickerdoodles - Day 351</title><content type='html'>Christine made a special request for her arrival.  She wanted Snickerdoodles and Snickerdoodles she will have.  Last night I baked a batch of the delightfully simple treat to satisfy her craving.  I don't think there is a better name for a cookie in the entire universe.  It is impossible to keep a smile from your face when you say it...heck even when I think of the name, I smile. Come on...try it.  Snickerdoodles.  Snickerdoodles.  Snickerdoodles.  Admit it, you feel a smile coming on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cookie is the perfect Christine cookie.  Christine is my son Ryan's friendgirl...girlfriend.  Heck, I don't know what she is.  All I know is when I get a call or a text or a facebook message from her, I have the same reaction as saying Snickerdoodles a hundred times.  Christine lives in Boyertown, a small town outside of Philadelphia, and it has been far too long since she paid us a visit.  Tonight is the night and I am anxiously awaiting her arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie baking a batch of Ryan's favorite cookies helped me pass the time.  Ryan loves anything with chocolate and nuts, but his favorite is a mix of M &amp; Ms, Mini Kisses and Toasted Pecans.  I used the extra large scoop and the end result was a batch of gargantuan treats.  As an added bonus, I held back big spoonfuls of uncooked dough to satisfy the inner kid in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I think I hear the door!  Time for a Snickerdoodle and a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs and Snickerdoodles,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-7208167312830325133?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/7208167312830325133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=7208167312830325133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7208167312830325133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7208167312830325133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/christines-snickerdoodles-day-351.html' title='Christine&apos;s Snickerdoodles - Day 351'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-2312491713367441056</id><published>2010-07-22T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:52:07.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwrapping The Best Present - Day 350</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Ms. Kathy's Wild Ride was exactly that...WILD.  The afternoon found me playing bumper cars in a parking lot with a big black Ford Explorer.  My little CRV got the worst of the encounter, leaving the scene with a wrinkled rear bumper.  It was not my fault, but still a pain in my rear.  Between lack of sleep, a hormone tsunami and stress, I shed a few tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a little TLC and some bakery case therapy.  I headed to Hair Cuttery for a haircut and then to Bake Me A Cake Cafe to pick up dessert for dinner at McC's.  Bake Me A Cake Cafe is a charming little bakery located on New England Avenue in Winter Park, across from Dexter's.  When I walked through the door, my heart skipped a beat.  Before me was a bakery case filled with beautiful cupcakes and a large selection of mini pastries.  I wanted to wrap up the entire case with a bow on top and take it to David and Sheri's.  Instead, I asked the clerk to describe each of the choices one by one.  He filled a bakery box with my treats from delicate cream puffs to a cookie fudge tart.  It was a beautiful thing...and just the therapy I needed to forget my wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at McC's Japanese Garden Cafe was spectacular.  I know last night I said I would let the pictures do the talking...but I have so much more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David outdid himself.  He set the dinner bar so high I will never reach it.  No detail was overlooked.  He even wrote out the menu as a cheat sheet for my blog posting.  The meal was a feast for the eyes and palate.  We began with Udon Noodle Soup, then a salad of Ranier cherries and cucumbers.  The lazy Susan was filled with a beautiful sushi selection - Florida Rolls, Shrimp Rolls and Salmon Rolls, an Avocado Salad for Sheri, Tuna Tataki, Sesame Green Beans and Japanese Tea.  I am in love with this lazy Susan!  Each turn brings a new gift to your plate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over dinner we shared stories of their recent trip to Highlands, North Carolina.  They described their favorite store in the center of this tiny town - The Stone Lantern, a Japanese wonderland that served as the inspiration for our meal.  Quirky family stories and reminiscences from the past filled the conversation.  Last night I unwrapped one of the best gifts in life...friendship.  Every bite savored and story told unveiled another layer of Sheri, David and Sarah I never knew.  Aaaaah...dinner at McC's, one of life's great pleasures.  It makes me happy to my very core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days that was so impactful, it required a Posting Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked into the cafe in the Harn Art Museum on the campus of University of Florida, I had no idea what a delightful time I was in for.  I was meeting Valerie and Kelly for the first time to discuss an art book Valerie wished to publish.  Unfortunately my crazy schedule the last couple of days, left me little time to check out her website before our meeting.  Shortly after sitting down, Valerie handed me a print out of her book.  It was filled with colorful, happy childlike paintings of cows, the central characters of the book.  As I thumbed through the pages I soon realized this was much more than an art or a children's book.  It was a tribute to her only son, killed less than two years ago in a car accident.  Her son was an organ donor.  Valerie's book relates the hope and promise that springs from such tragedy.  Her eyes welled up with tears as she spoke about her son.  Two years is not nearly enough time to heal a mother's pain.  But Valerie presses on with a passion to get her message out.  I made her a promise...somehow, some way we will make her dream come true.  I don't break promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-2312491713367441056?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2312491713367441056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=2312491713367441056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2312491713367441056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2312491713367441056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/unwrapping-best-present-day-350.html' title='Unwrapping The Best Present - Day 350'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-641126258925050392</id><published>2010-07-21T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:08:52.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at McC's Japanese Garden Cafe  - Day 349</title><content type='html'>Tonight was an evening I had been looking forward to for a couple of weeks.  I had reservations at McC's Japanese Garden Cafe...aka the home of Sheri, David, Sarah and Noah.  A couple of weeks ago the family voted on tonight's menu theme.  David took us on a culinary tour of Japan that was as tasty as it was beautiful.  My description won't do the meal justice, so I will let the pictures do the talking.  Needless to say, it is a meal I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-641126258925050392?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/641126258925050392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=641126258925050392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/641126258925050392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/641126258925050392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/dinner-at-mccs-japanese-garden-cafe-day.html' title='Dinner at McC&apos;s Japanese Garden Cafe  - Day 349'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-1426875161803075171</id><published>2010-07-20T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:45:56.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To What I Know - Day 348</title><content type='html'>My journey into low sugar treats uncovered great information and a less than perfect cookie.  The breakfast cookie I baked last night had great flavor, but a spongy, funky texture.  I think shredded carrots, apples or zucchini and more nuts may do the trick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went back to what I know...yummy cookies filled with butter, dark brown sugar, chocolate, blueberries and nuts.  On the cooling rack they reminded me of the yin and yang symbol.  A perfect balance of a Dark Chocolate Marcona Almond Cookie countered against a White Chocolate Blueberry Pecan Cookie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Size has been a source of angst for me as I plan for my business debut.  Tonight I used the extra large scoop and decided this will be the size I sell at the market.  It seems to give me the most consistent shape and will justify the price.  Now all I have to do is establish a price.  This is painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-1426875161803075171?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/1426875161803075171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=1426875161803075171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1426875161803075171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1426875161803075171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-to-what-i-know-day-348.html' title='Back To What I Know - Day 348'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-8612090046551445307</id><published>2010-07-19T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:04:44.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Search for Diabetic Friendly Cookie Recipe -Day 347</title><content type='html'>Today I set out on a quest for a cookie recipe that can be enjoyed by diabetics.  I strongly dislike artificial sweeteners and began my search by looking for natural alternatives.  I searched for cookies made with agave nectar and soon discovered this can be a little tricky.  Agave is 1.4 times sweeter than sugar.  It adds additional liquid to the recipe.  It browns quicker than a recipe with sugar. And it makes the dough consistency a bit stickier.  I found an article that takes a traditional chocolate chip cookie recipe and offers an agave conversion.  Tomorrow I am going to try it out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued the recipe search in the recipe section of the American Diabetes Association web site.  Surely they would have some good diabetic cookie alternatives.  To my delight, they did.  However, to my surprise none of the recipes included artificial sweeteners.  They all included sugar, a somewhat smaller amount of sugar, but sugar nonetheless.  I decided to revive a breakfast cookie recipe I baked last year and compare it to the diabetic friendly recipes.  It included an even smaller amount of sugar, very little fat, whole grains, carrot puree, raisins and toasted walnuts.  This was the baking choice of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result was tasty, but missed the fat.  I think tomorrow night I am going to try adding grated carrots for additional moisture.  It it works, I will publish the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-8612090046551445307?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8612090046551445307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=8612090046551445307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8612090046551445307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8612090046551445307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/search-for-diabetic-friendly-cookie.html' title='Search for Diabetic Friendly Cookie Recipe -Day 347'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-1408513341305618186</id><published>2010-07-18T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:27:00.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental Journey - Day 346</title><content type='html'>Maudlin.  A word that best describes how I felt perched on my stool in the Costco wine section.  Traffic was slow, leaving me far too much time to think and write.  I thought about the weeks before me.  Weeks filled with final preparation for my business debut.  I thought about how much I will actually miss the friendships I have made at Costco.  The customer regulars like George, Anthony, Bill and Steve.  The CDS demonstrators, Minerva, Vera, Nancy, Shirley, July and so many more.  The Costco employees, Daniel, Orlando, Justin, Steve, Pete, Gladys, Harold, Leonard, Lauren, Axel and Marsh.  Even Phil, the phone kiosk manager.  They all became part of my weekends over the last year.  I baked them cookies to rave reviews.  They delivered demo samples to my station.  They gave me hugs.  I hugged them back.  As I shared my business dreams, they were my biggest cheerleaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't miss the feeling of boredom or the loss of time spent with Mike.  But I will miss all the them.  I will miss this time of self reflection...the one time during the week that I actually am not in perpetual motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner tonight was back in my court.  I called Mike when I got off work and took him on a virtual tour of Costco trying to come up with a plan for dinner.  We finally decided on one of our favorite ways to eat.  Noshing on a little of this and a little of that.  I picked up an eclectic mix of smoked salmon, lime cilantro marinated shrimp, asiago cheese, salami, nectarines, multi-grain crackers and mushroom salad.  Combined with the boursin cheese, goat cheese and fresh cherries hiding out in the fridge at home, we had quite a feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey into sentimentality brought me back to the place I love the most.  Home with Mike, Maddie and a cornucopia of good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-1408513341305618186?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/1408513341305618186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=1408513341305618186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1408513341305618186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1408513341305618186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/sentimental-journey-day-346.html' title='Sentimental Journey - Day 346'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-7899077152875376175</id><published>2010-07-17T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:53:38.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever You Love, You Are - Day 345</title><content type='html'>For the last several days I have been reading a book loaned to me by my friend Sharon - "A Homemade Life" by Molly Wizenberg.  Reading doesn't accurately describe what I have been doing with that book...savoring is more like it.  The book is a quick read that I could easily consume in just one night, but I don't want to.  I don't want the experience to end.  This book reads like an insanely rich cookie filled with lots of nuts, chocolate and dried fruit.  A cookie enjoyed in tiny nibbles with a treat in every bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with Molly's writing style last year when I stumbled upon her column in one of my favorite magazines, Bon Appetit.  The topic was kale...not the most riveting subject.  I like kale well enough, especially in Zuppa Toscana from Olive Garden.  But Molly made me fall in love with kale.  She made me want to run out and buy a bunch, saute it in hot oil with chopped garlic and eat a big bowl all by myself...no sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a powerful writing style that painted a picture, made you smell the aroma of the garlic as it hit the oil, appreciate the bright green color of the kale as it joined the garlic in the pan and hear the sizzle of the greens as they became slightly crisp.  The book is filled with personal stories and food descriptions that have the same impact.  Each chapter ends with a recipe.  A recipe that moves you to check out your pantry for the ingredients or run to the store to make it...NOW!  Yes, Molly's writing is just that powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the chapters I consumed this morning had a title that stuck in my mind as I sat on my stool in Costco writing my blog.  It was the song title from an album shared with a long lost love...Whatever You Love, You Are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever You Love, You Are.  I love the sound of this.  I love the truth in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My challenge, or should I say blessing, is that I love a lot of things...from tasty foods to interesting people.  I take in a healthy portion of it all.  It is why my life is so full and my body so round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever You Love, You Are.  I love the powerful writing of Molly Wizenberg.  Maybe someday I will be a powerful writer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know how prophetic that statement would be when I got off work tonight.  I called Mike to find out what he would like me to pick up for dinner.  He simply said "I sent you an e-mail.  Check it and call me back."  Hmmmm, I was intrigued.  The e-mail simply said "I decided to prepare dinner tonight.  So you don't need to pick anything up."  This was music to my ears.  Mike doesn't like to spend time in the kitchen, so when he does it is a cherished event.  His last adventure into the kitchen yielded the best Hamburger Helper I have ever had and a homemade cake to boot.  I called him back and then I rushed home filled with anticipation like Christmas eve.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mike prepared dinner was filled with thought.  He assembled the meal from take out.  It was the perfect balance of healthy, tastiness.  From the cedar plank salmon from Seasons 52 and the veggie plate from Cracker Barrel to the steamed mussels and salad fixings from Publix.  He even made homemade coasters of my new Heartsong Cookies logo by printing it out and placing it in a cut out page protector.  This is exactly why I love this man so much.  He may be a man of few words, but his actions say it all.  He pays attention.  He gets it.  He has "IT" and I love him very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever You Love, You Are.  I love this amazing man.  Because I do, my life is a wonderful life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever You Love, You Are.  I love the truth in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-7899077152875376175?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/7899077152875376175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=7899077152875376175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7899077152875376175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7899077152875376175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/whatever-you-love-you-are-day-345.html' title='Whatever You Love, You Are - Day 345'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-2315944705323512007</id><published>2010-07-16T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:00:14.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tub of Goo - Day 344</title><content type='html'>Tonight Mike and I met for a Happy Hour appetizer dinner at Cheesecake Factory in Winter Park.  It had been a while since we had paid them a visit and the menu had a few changes...changes for the better.  In addition to a large selection of $5 appetizer selections, drink specials were added to the menu.  Mike ordered a $4 Blue Moon on draft.  I opted for a $5 Cosmopolitan.  For dinner Mike chose burger sliders and nachos.  I ordered the fire grilled artichokes.  When the food arrived our little bar table was overflowing with goodness.  The portion size was tremendous and we ate and ate and ate until we could not take another bite.  The bill was a nice surprise for such a wonderful evening of gluttony...$25 for dinner and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with gluttony is the feeling you have afterward.  Instead of feeling satisfied and happy, I feel like a tub of goo...a great big tub of goo.  For me overindulgence is not a rare occurrence...it is becoming the norm.  Overeating and no exercise do not make for a happy Kathy.  I have to stop posting, working and talking.  My ample bottom needs to get off the couch and waddle around Crane's Roost, Lake Florida or the mall.  Tomorrow morning I am starting on a mission.  Mission Happy Heart.  Since my year of posting is about to come to an end, I am going to somehow channel that same compulsion and commitment into fitness.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late this afternoon, pre-tub of goo, I took another step toward opening my business.  I ordered the training materials for my food certification...the next step in the plan.  Mike and I discussed the business opening date, settling on early September and cookie pricing, settling on anything over my usual, free.  We still have lots of details to work out, but we are making progress.  And progress is a very good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-2315944705323512007?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2315944705323512007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=2315944705323512007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2315944705323512007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2315944705323512007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/tub-of-goo-day-344.html' title='Tub of Goo - Day 344'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-5399125462799557556</id><published>2010-07-15T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:22:11.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Things - Day 343</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was all about the little things.  Today was all about things big.  No, I am not talking about my butt, thighs or belly again.  I am talking about the big generosity of the group that gathered together tonight to "Drink for Pink."  My friends Carolynn and Diane are participating in the Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure event in the fall...3 days, 60 miles of walking to end breast cancer.  What a huge commitment they have made to be a part of the biggest breast cancer event in history.  Tonight they got together their friends and co-workers for a fund raising cocktail party at Urban Flats.  The turnout was impressive.  Each attendee contributed $25 to attend and enjoy wine, flatbread pizzas and Seasons 52 mini indulgences.  Lots of raffle tickets were sold and cool prizes were given out.  It was a really nice evening for a really great cause.  I don't know the fund raising tally, but I am sure it will have a BIG impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out more about this great event, go to www.the3day.org.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-5399125462799557556?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5399125462799557556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=5399125462799557556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5399125462799557556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5399125462799557556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-things-day-343.html' title='The Big Things - Day 343'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-2122878225789994155</id><published>2010-07-14T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:08:56.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things - Day 342</title><content type='html'>Today was a crazy, frustrating work day.  On the surface there was not much good, fun or happy to write about.  So once again when I sat down to do my posting I was stumped.  And then I suddenly remembered the gecko that hitched a ride on my rear window on the way to work today and I started to giggle.  It was the darnedest thing!  I looked up and there he was hanging on for dear life as I drove down the road.  He reminded me of how I sometimes feel on this wild ride of life...out of place and scared out of my mind.  This little guy had a determination that just wouldn't quit.  Somehow I found him inspirational.  It's the little things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time brought a little smile to my face as well.  I was in the vicinity of D &amp; G Occasions, a baker's nirvana, and decided to stop in to see if they had a music note cookie cutter.  To my delight, they did.  Not only a medium size note, but a mini one as well.  I paired them with the appropriately sized heart cookie cutters and happily walked out the door with my new found treasures...after paying, of course.  I can't wait to bake a batch of heart singing sugar cookies for Morgan to thank her for a job well done on my logo.  It's the little things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of exercise has been weighing heavily on my mind...and my butt...and my thighs.  Tonight I did something about it.  I took a little walk around Crane's Roost.  Only once, but it was a start.  A baby step toward fitness.  It's the little things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-2122878225789994155?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2122878225789994155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=2122878225789994155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2122878225789994155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2122878225789994155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-things-day-342.html' title='The Little Things - Day 342'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3724201508646070695</id><published>2010-07-13T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:33:20.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfocused - Day 341</title><content type='html'>Tonight as I sat down to write my blog I realized my thoughts were all over the place.  I was unfocused and uninspired.  Today had been a good day.  I received an e-mail from an old friend I hadn't talked to in at least a year.  The business card designs Morgan created were shared with several of my friends to rave reviews.  This evening Apple Cinnamon Crunch Cookies made there way to the oven.  I played around a little with the recipe substituting Marcona almonds for the usual toasted pecans and chunkier Granola from Costco for a finer blend.  The results were good, not over the top great.  But for a change, I was OK with that.  With experimentation comes insight and improvement.  I am getting close with this combination...just not quite there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I began reading "A Homemade Life, stories and recipes from my kitchen table" by Molly Wizenberg.  Molly is the author of the award winning food blog Orangette and a frequent contributor to Bon Appetit magazine.  I love her writing style.  It is personal and warm.  She has a way of describing food and food experiences that make you want to run in the kitchen to make something right that instant.  Then share it around the kitchen table with your family and friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to write with the ease of Molly's style.  At times, writing comes easy.  More often, like tonight, it does not.  I think it is time to head upstairs and read a few more chapters.  Maybe Molly's style will miraculously creep into my psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3724201508646070695?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3724201508646070695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3724201508646070695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3724201508646070695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3724201508646070695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/unfocused-day-341.html' title='Unfocused - Day 341'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-7471181219247234939</id><published>2010-07-12T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:40:52.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ole!  Dinner at Home! - Day 340</title><content type='html'>Dinners cooked at home are few and far between for this cash starved foodie.  But tonight I was feeling a little spicy...a little cheesy...a little saucy.  So I picked up some Mexican fixins on my way home and pulled together an over-indulgent Mexican feast for me and Mike.  While dinner baked in the oven, I served blue corn chips, fresh salsa and frozen margaritas as a starter.  Our entree plates overflowed with piping hot, cheesy pork enchiladas made from the leftover smoked pork from last night, Mexican rice and a ramekin of black beans.  It was a yummy way to make good use of leftovers.  After two margaritas I am feeling a little lazy and not the least bit creative.  So here's a toast to dinners at home with my husband.  Ole! And good night now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-7471181219247234939?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/7471181219247234939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=7471181219247234939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7471181219247234939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7471181219247234939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/ole-dinner-at-home-day-340.html' title='Ole!  Dinner at Home! - Day 340'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-2197730359774026850</id><published>2010-07-11T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:13:55.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purveyor of Delicious Treats - Day 339</title><content type='html'>Late last night Mike finally got Morgan's business card layouts to open.  OMG...I love them!  She gave me two options and I love them both.  The designs are simple, playful and warm...just the image I want to project.  One of my favorite aspects of the card is the moniker Morgan game me - "Purveyor of Delicious Treats."  I am determined to live up to my new found title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cookies I baked last night were divvied up between Mike, Ryan, Ryan's Jacksonville Jaguars co-workers, Chris Long and a few of my Costco friends.  I got a lot of mileage out of those two batches of cookies.  It felt so good to be the cookie fairy once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony, one of my regular customers stopped by.  On a previous visit he asked me for a recipe card for White Chocolate Blueberry Pecan Cookies.  Today I gave him the card and a cookie to boot.  The smile on his face made my day!  He even shuffled back by my station on his way out to tell me how much it meant to him.  Happy dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan stayed long enough to share dinner with me, Mike, my mom and brother before heading back to Jacksonville.  Easy was the plan so I picked up pulled pork, Italian bread, Caesar salad and a Boston cream pie at Costco.  I cut corn off the cob and made my version of fresh creamed corn, grilled slices of Italian bread, nuked the pulled pork and pulled off a pretty tasty feast in about half an hour.  Everyone seemed happy with the results...especially Maddie.  She is now a BIG fan of Costco pulled pork.  I had never purchased the Kirkland brand of smoked pulled pork, but I definitely will again.  For $9.99 we had enough for (5) pork sandwiches tonight and plenty for at least two more meals for two...or three if Maddie has anything to do with it.  Don't be deceived by the package size.  It packs plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-2197730359774026850?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2197730359774026850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=2197730359774026850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2197730359774026850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2197730359774026850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/purveyor-of-delicious-treats-day-339.html' title='Purveyor of Delicious Treats - Day 339'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-1765044347334678669</id><published>2010-07-10T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T19:25:43.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back! - Day 338</title><content type='html'>After a fantabulous weekend off, I am back to my weekend gig at Costco.  My day was filled with people watching, an occasional wine sale and a lot of sweating.  The air was out at Costco on a day when the temperature topped 100 F.  Oh my, it was HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan sent me business card layout choices shortly before I walked into work, but unfortunately I could not open the zip file on my phone.  When I got home, I could not open the file on my laptop.  Aaagh!  The anticipation is killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I baked cookies for the first time since I was overtaken by the baking demon earlier in the week.  And I would like to report...I'm baaaaaaaack.  The demon has been exorcised and I am feeling pretty good about the results.  I baked Toasted Pecan Chocolate Chip Cookies for Ryan and White Chocolate Blueberry Pecan Cookies for Chris.  Baking cookies for your loved ones is so soul satisfying.  I love having Ryan and Chris around the house.  Watching Ryan revert to a little kid again when he dipped his spoon into the uncooked dough made my heart dance.  This is why I bake!  The funny thing is Chris had the exact same look when he dipped into his dough.  Once a kid, always a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-1765044347334678669?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/1765044347334678669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=1765044347334678669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1765044347334678669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1765044347334678669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back-day-338.html' title='I&apos;m Back! - Day 338'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-7567503059842038638</id><published>2010-07-09T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T18:56:33.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filled With The Christmas Spirit - Day 337</title><content type='html'>Today I had lunch with a friend I haven't seen in quite a while.  We dined at a little Japanese restaurant tucked away in an almost deserted shopping plaza off I Drive - Aki Sushi.  The prices were reasonable and the food was good.  But the best part was the conversation with Sheila.  She shared plans for a new home purchase in North Carolina.  I shared details of my new business venture.  One thing she said struck a chord with me.  She wished that you could capture the goodwill and spirit of the holidays and feel it all year long.  Why do people seem to only exhibit the love from November to December?  I agreed, then I thought for a moment.  For me this last year, especially the last few months, have been filled with the Christmas spirit.  The wish that Sheila expressed actually came true for me.  My friends and family have amazed me with their generosity, encouragement and love.  Suddenly I am in the mood for Peppermint Bark HeartSong Cookies and a mug of steaming hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the perfect ending to a pretty amazing week.  Ryan and his friend Chris Long are spending the weekend with us to visit Universal and steep themselves in everything Harry Potter.  They both embrace their quirky geekness and I think that is a very good thing.  We all piled in the car for dinner at Carrabba's and dessert at Jeremiah's.  I love spending time with them and getting caught up on their lives.  Long is doing some pretty awesome things.  Currently he is involved with the Florida Sea Turtle Project several days a week.  His enthusiasm for his accomplishments is infectious.  In the fall, Long begins grad school at UCF.  I am hopeful he will pay us many more visits while he is here.  He makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-7567503059842038638?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/7567503059842038638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=7567503059842038638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7567503059842038638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7567503059842038638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/filled-with-christmas-spirit-day-337.html' title='Filled With The Christmas Spirit - Day 337'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3194303822210738751</id><published>2010-07-08T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:46:52.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Plan! - Day 336</title><content type='html'>Starting a new business is not only scary, it's extremely confusing.  Just when I think I have all the answers, another question pops up.  I know what I have to do, but in what order?  Egads!  This is stressing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I placed a call to the Florida Department of Agriculture and waited on eternal hold.  Finally, a friendly voice came on the line.  She was very helpful as I hit her with my barrage of questions.  At the end of the call, I felt much better.  Now I have a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, the IRS website to apply for an FEID number.  Check.  I've got it!  Then more calls to food certification services, more eternal hold and finally a cost and date for my Food Manager Certification class...July 19.  My plan is falling into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Mike surprised me by coming home a day early.  We met at Sweet Tomatoes with our good friend BOGO.  The current theme at Sweet Tomatoes is Summer Fruit and the new choices were quite tasty.  Mike and I ate like ravenous pigs and hurried home.  We could not take a chance at missing "THE DECISION."  OMG!  I love sports talk radio, but the last couple of weeks have been torturous.  If I hear the word "Lebron" one more time...well, I don't know what I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I am sick of it all...the egos, the media hype, the money, the power and the manipulation.  No on person, no matter how talented, serves this much attention.  I think the "King" needs to be deposed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3194303822210738751?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3194303822210738751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3194303822210738751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3194303822210738751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3194303822210738751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-plan-day-336.html' title='I Have A Plan! - Day 336'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3755358765137504034</id><published>2010-07-07T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:54:23.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Corporation - Day 335</title><content type='html'>So this is what it feels like to be a corporation...scared out of my mind!  This morning I couldn't catch my breath.  And then the facebook comments came flowing in.  One after another, offering words of encouragement.  Next came Joe, my boss, who stopped by my office to see how I was doing.  He shared several stories of how he felt when he started Fidelity Press.  As he left my office, he looked me straight in the eye and told me I would be successful...he had no doubt about it.  Wow!  His reaction was unexpected, but much appreciated.  Suddenly I felt invincible.  I will be successful...if all my friends and loved ones have anything to do with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3755358765137504034?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3755358765137504034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3755358765137504034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3755358765137504034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3755358765137504034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-corporation-day-335.html' title='I Am A Corporation - Day 335'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-6635314722491906974</id><published>2010-07-06T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:36:11.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Meal - Day 334</title><content type='html'>Tonight I had a happy meal for dinner.  No, it did not include a toy, French fries or a hamburger on a bun.  In fact, it did not come from Mickey D's at all.  It was a meal enjoyed at Longhorn Steakhouse with my good friend Dennis.  Meals shared with Dennis are the ultimate happy meals because that is exactly how I feel at their conclusion.  Dennis always has wonderful stories to share about members of his rather large family.  I love listening to every detail.  I kind of feel like Michael J. Fox in one of my favorite movies "Doc Hollywood" as he reads the stories of the Pakistani.  Unfortunately tonight I think my stories dominated the conversation.  But Dennis still managed a few choice nuggets.  Like the one where his sister ordered a mail order monkey...don't ask!  As usual, he made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was pretty darn good as well.  Dennis ordered his usual "Renegade" sirloin steak.  I chose the chopped steak smothered in mushroom sauce and fried onion straws.  Very fattening and very tasty! As I drove off after dropping Dennis at his home, all I could think of was what a happy mood I was in...all thanks to a happy meal with Dennis.  I didn't miss "The Last Airbender" toy one bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My happy mood turned ecstatic when I arrived home to Maddie and the mail.  Sandwiched between the bills was an envelope from the State of Florida addressed to me.  OMG...HeartSong Cookies, LLC is official and I have the certificate to prove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs and happy meals,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-6635314722491906974?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/6635314722491906974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=6635314722491906974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6635314722491906974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6635314722491906974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-meal-day-334.html' title='Happy Meal - Day 334'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-5942812132573802150</id><published>2010-07-05T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:33:11.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooped - Day 333</title><content type='html'>Today Mike and I did what we do best...we worked together as a team on an overwhelming project of gutting the downstairs bedroom.  We moved all the furniture.  Mike shampooed the carpeting.  I ran errands and purged more stuff.  Together we decided what furniture to move back in and what to place elsewhere.  I put fresh bed linens on the bed including a new comforter.  The end result was exactly what we wanted...uncluttered, fresh, relaxing and clean.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am pooped.  Sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-5942812132573802150?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5942812132573802150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=5942812132573802150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5942812132573802150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5942812132573802150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/pooped-day-333.html' title='Pooped - Day 333'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-5766268443421294224</id><published>2010-07-04T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T20:36:46.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Star Dining - Day 332</title><content type='html'>During the last week I have enjoyed several five star dining experiences.  The cool thing is, they weren't at any stuffy, pretentious restaurant.  They were all enjoyed at the homes of friends.  Each had a uniqueness all its own.  All were tasty and completely different.  At the end of each meal I was full, happy and completely soul satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's dining adventure was enjoyed at the home of our friends Tom, Susan and Christopher.  All three outdid themselves.  The table was beautiful all by itself, but add the copious food and it was downright amazing.  We feasted on baby back ribs, mac and cheese, roasted red skin potatoes, squash casserole, cornbread, corn on the cob, kidney bean salad and Waldorf salad.  I am still full and it has been at least 5 hours since we ate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we jumped in their boat for a relaxing cruise around Lake Brantley at dusk.  We sipped on wine and gazed at how the other half lives.  Somehow I cannot imagine they live even half as wonderful a life as we do.  We ooooed and ahhhhed over fireworks, got a little soggy from the light rain and headed back to their home for dessert.  I was responsible for dessert and unfortunately it did not quite live up to the quality of the meal.  My Big Heart Cookie got a little overcooked, but at least it looked cute.  I topped it with vanilla chocolate chip ice cream, a drizzle of hot caramel sauce and a squirt of whipped cream.  Tasty, but too dry.  I still haven't exorcised the baking demons that have haunted me for over a week.  I guess its kind of like a bad case of the shanks in golf.  I will just have to keep working through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I just want to say thanks to Mike, Tom, Susan, Chris, Kenda, Mark, Vicky, David, Sheri, Sarah and Noah.  You all have been the best dining companions this cash staved foodie could ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-5766268443421294224?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5766268443421294224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=5766268443421294224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5766268443421294224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5766268443421294224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/five-star-dining-day-332.html' title='Five Star Dining - Day 332'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-1242974645527577642</id><published>2010-07-03T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:58:26.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass The Unagi - Day 331</title><content type='html'>Today was the first full day of my free weekend.  I spent it doing all the things I never have time to do when I work at Costco.  Mike and I set out this morning for market research at Winter Park Farmer's Market.  Unfortunately we did not realize Park Avenue was shut down for a Fourth of July parade.  There was NO place to park.  We decided to go to plan B and head for 4Rivers Barbecue for an early lunch.  We picked up smoked turkey and smoked pork sandwiches and headed to Lake Lily for an in our car picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was on to the house to begin the purge project.  After two trips to Goodwill with a trunk filled with stuff, the garage stilled seemed as congested as it did before the dump.  I think I have accumulated enough stuff for at least twenty more trips.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late this afternoon I experimented with my new toys...a large heart shaped cookie pan, several heart shaped cookie cutters and a silicone mini heart pan.  Cooking times will need to be modified, but overall the experiments were a success.  I drizzled the cookies with chocolate and headed out the door for dinner at Mark and Kenda's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenda had been busy assembling my favorite kind of meal...an appetizer smorgasbord.  We feasted on homemade hummus surrounded by raw veggies, Manchego cheese and crackers, fresh berries, grapes and Greek yogurt, tortilla chips, cilantro lime marinated shrimp and mini pizzas made from homemade crust and topped to our liking.  We washed it all down with yummy sangria and HoneyMoon Beer.  Everything was delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was absolutely perfect...relaxed and easy.  We ended it with a medley of songs from Mark's Superfizzee collection.  The grand finale was Kenda's favorite...Pass the Unagi.  I was not sure what Unagi was, but I sure like saying it.  Unagi.  Unagi.  Unagi.  Pass the Unagi!  And then I looked it up on Wikipedia and discovered it meant eel.  Mmmmm...Bypass the Unagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-1242974645527577642?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/1242974645527577642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=1242974645527577642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1242974645527577642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1242974645527577642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/pass-unagi-day-331.html' title='Pass The Unagi - Day 331'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-724867715836309490</id><published>2010-07-02T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:40:02.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafting An Image - Day 330</title><content type='html'>Over the last few days I have been busy crafting an image for my new business venture...with a lot of help from my friends.  My friend Mark took the logo developed by Morgan and worked it into a series of amazingly cool t-shirt designs and a color palette for a website, packaging and promo materials.  My nephew Kyle took the logo and converted it to an embroidery format for embroidered aprons, caps and shirts.  I purchased chocolate brown table cloths, shallow baskets for cookie displays, a cool aqua retro cooler, turquoise curtain panels for a backdrop to my booth and a variety of heart shaped cookie cutters and pans for cookie experimentation.  The image that has been camping out in my brain for quite a while is becoming real and I like it.  I like it very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have an image, I need to work on the perfect product to back it up.  This weekend will be spent purging, organizing, experimenting, registering and researching.  But for now, it will be spent doing absolutely nothing and enjoying every minute of my unproductiveness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-724867715836309490?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/724867715836309490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=724867715836309490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/724867715836309490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/724867715836309490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/crafting-image-day-330.html' title='Crafting An Image - Day 330'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-574174751954595634</id><published>2010-07-01T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:37:25.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at McC's Garden Cafe - Day 329</title><content type='html'>I was home the moment I walked in the door.  Not my home, but my home away from home...home of my friends, Sheri, David, Noah and Sarah.  I affectionately call it McC's Garden Cafe.  It is better than any restaurant you will ever visit.  Meals are crafted by David from his garden.  They are served on the most magical family heirloom table with a huge lazy Susan in the center.  No TV is on in the background and conversation flows freely.  I have shared three meals at this wonderful establishment and each one is a source of pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my dining adventure began at the kitchen table with David and Sheri's daughter Sarah, her Girl Scout camp photos and lots of wonderful stories.  While we poured over photos, David served us homemade hummus, crackers and fresh brewed ice tea.  Mmmmm!  David makes an awesome hummus.  Soon after Sheri arrived home and we all convened in the dining room for a lazy Susan feast of salmon croquettes with a creamy sauce, scalloped potatoes, a beautiful salad and fresh from the garden carrots and Brussels sprouts.  I cannot even begin to describe how much this evening meant to me.  For several brief hours I was transported to a dream of a life where I am a part of a family, tradition and love.  My life is amazing, but so far from traditional it is ridiculous.  I have always longed for a sense of family.  These evenings satisfy my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-574174751954595634?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/574174751954595634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=574174751954595634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/574174751954595634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/574174751954595634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/07/dinner-at-mccs-garden-cafe-day-329.html' title='Dinner at McC&apos;s Garden Cafe - Day 329'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-8525780228345838211</id><published>2010-06-30T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:21:18.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Lost - Day 328</title><content type='html'>Oatmeal Cookies used to be one of my favorites.  I was smitten.  I loved the texture and the nutty flavor.  The fact that they seemed healthier than the average chocolate chip cookie made me swoon.  Sadly, after a challenging week of oatmeal cookie baking, I have fallen out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when my friend Ron requested a birthday basket of oatmeal cookies for Carla in New York.  No problem.  I had the perfect recipe in my repertoire from my friend Vicky.  I can make most of my cookies with my eyes closed, but not this one.  The challenge started as I gathered the ingredients together on Sunday night.  Oh no...no dates and no untoasted coconut.  Hmmmmmm, time to improvise.  I substituted a blend of dried cherries, blueberries, cranberries and plums for the dates, toasted coconut for the fresh, and added more toasted pecans.  After tasting the raw dough, I was feeling pretty cocky.  It was delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then things went terribly wrong.  My old lady eyes got the best of me and I set the oven for 350 F instead of 375 F.  In went the first pan.  When the timer went off and I opened the oven, the cookies were not the golden color I remembered.  I left them in for another minute, then another and another.  When they finally browned slightly, the cookies were dry and crunchy, not soft and chewy.  Was my oven not working?  Did I set the timer incorrectly?  Oh well...I tried another pan.  Same results!  I was perplexed.  Back to the recipe I went.  Oh no, I discovered my oven temp dilemma.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had used almost half of the dough.  It was 10:30 p.m.  I was VERY tired and I needed to ship these cookies tomorrow to arrive on Wednesday for Carla's birthday.  The balance baked at the correct temperature, yielding barely enough for Ron's order.  I was less than pleased.  They were good, not great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I decided to bite the bullet and bake a new batch the next night with no improvisation.  I would overnight the cookies to arrive on Carla's big day.  Carla's reject cookies were given to friends with rave reviews.  Did I make the wrong decision not to ship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More ingredients were purchased.  The oven was set correctly.  The recipe was followed to a tee.  Once again, the results were less than perfect...very sweet and somewhat dry.  I frantically searched the internet for oatmeal cookie recipes.  Finally settling on a simple Raisin Pecan Oatmeal Cookie from Ina Garten.  Why is this so difficult?  I must be overthinking it.  You think?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ina's cookies were OK.  They spread more than I would like, but came closer to the softer, chewy cookie I was craving.  One problem...the recipe called for Kosher salt, I substituted a little less table salt.  The cookie had a salty after taste that just wasn't quite right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confidence sank to an all time low.  Had I lost my baking touch?  I could not let Ron down in his birthday wishes for Carla.  The less than perfect cookies were carefully wrapped, beautifully packaged and tearfully taken to the post office to make their way to New York.  I hope Carla subscribes to the motto - "It's the thought that counts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pout and worry about my cookie reputation being sullied, I vow to find the best damn oatmeal cookie recipe on the planet.  I vow to find that loving feeling again.  And Carla...when I do, a surprise will be heading your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-8525780228345838211?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8525780228345838211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=8525780228345838211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8525780228345838211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8525780228345838211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-lost-day-328.html' title='Love Lost - Day 328'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-2586668358326047591</id><published>2010-06-29T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:22:40.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HeartSong Cookies, LLC - Day 327</title><content type='html'>It's official. The paperwork to make HeartSong Cookies a REAL business is in the mail.  Mike and I decided to submit the paperwork to the state ourselves rather than go through an online legal service.  Money is tight and we need to save wherever we can.  My emotions have run the gamut today.  From excitement and joy to extreme fear.  This step makes it REAL...VERY REAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the work that scares me.  Or even concern over the number of cookies I will sell.  I am a little overwhelmed with the monthly commercial kitchen rental fees, but feel somehow the money situation will work itself out.  What concerns me the most is self doubt.  I am worried that my cookies will stand out in the crowd.  I want them so much to be good...no GREAT!  The comments from my clients and friends over the last year should have given me the confidence I need.  But nooooooooo, I still am consumed with self doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am baking cookies for friends.  M &amp; M Cookies without nuts for Sarah just came out of the oven to cool.  White Chocolate Macadamia Nut Cookies for Marieta just went in the oven.  The smell throughout the house is heavenly.  And with every pan taken out of the oven, my confidence grows.  My cookies are not big and thick like Selma's Cookies.  They have the look of a homemade cookie...one like mom would make.  They are not perfectly shaped.  They do not look like they are mass produced.  They look like they are made by hand, with love.  They look like they contain a bushel full of hugs.  They look exactly like I want them to look.  They look like a cookie from HeartSong Cookies, LLC.  Happy Dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-2586668358326047591?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2586668358326047591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=2586668358326047591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2586668358326047591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2586668358326047591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/heartsong-cookies-llc-day-327.html' title='HeartSong Cookies, LLC - Day 327'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-5426611105214089321</id><published>2010-06-28T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T18:17:36.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multitasking Foodie - Day 326</title><content type='html'>In the olden days...a year ago, Saturday was my day to run errands.  The grocery store, dry cleaners and discount stores were my hang outs.  No more.  Now I work and hangout at Costco on the weekends.  Errands are relegated to lunch hours.  Multitasking is a must.  Super Target is my new best friend.  As I mentioned before, I strongly dislike fast food restaurants.  I crave a place to grab a quick bite that is inexpensive and relatively healthy.  A bonus would be to have this place surrounded by a clean, organized grocery and discount store. I found my haven at the Super Target deli.  The deli located just inside the grocery entrance to the store is home to tasty salads, sandwiches and snacks to grab on the run.  Usually I opt for a salad for $3.99.  Today I picked up a snack of hummus and fresh veggies for $1.49.  Fearing I would still be hungry, I also grabbed the meat, cheese and fruit snack on sale for $2.49.  With a bottled water my quick grab lunch tab came to $5.00. Too bad I had no one to share my bounty with.  It was far too much food for one person alone.  Not only did I satisfy my quick, cheap lunch craving, but I also picked up missing ingredients for tonight's baking adventure and a $5.78 cardigan sweater clearance special as a reward to all my thriftiness.  I was a foodie at her multitasking best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-5426611105214089321?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5426611105214089321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=5426611105214089321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5426611105214089321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5426611105214089321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/multitasking-foodie-day-326.html' title='Multitasking Foodie - Day 326'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-280497218121772042</id><published>2010-06-27T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:38:02.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Start - Day 325</title><content type='html'>My son Ryan made a surprise visit from Jacksonville yesterday.  To celebrate I took my two favorite men out to breakfast at First Watch.  I had an ulterior motive.  First Watch is located around the corner from the Maitland Farmer's Market where I plan to set up shop.  I hoped if I asked real nice, maybe they would walk the market with me.  Breakfast was a tasty and filling skillet with potatoes, cheese, scrambled eggs, crumbled bacon, tomato and avocado.  With hot coffee and engaging conversation it made for the perfect start to the day.  As we paid the bill, Mike noticed an application for their breakfast club.  The card mentioned buy one, get one offers would be e-mailed.  Happy dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan worked.  Mike and Ryan accompanied me on a quick stroll through the market.  To my delight, we only came across one cupcake baker, one mystery pastry baker and two bread bakers.  Market traffic was light.  The vendors were not particularly engaging and it was HOT, very HOT.  We stopped by to see Cathy of Cathy's Cajun Cuisines.  Last weekend I bought some of her Fire and Ice Pickles.  This week I reported on how much I enjoyed snacking on them all week.  The pride on her face was priceless.  I want to experience that feeling.  And I will...real soon.  Don't forget to check out Cathy's product offerings at www.cathyscajuncuisines.com or better yet come to the Maitland Farmer's Market to visit us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that struck me, was just how poorly most of the vendors displayed their wares.  It will not take much to stand out in the crowd.  Cathy is one of the exceptions.  Her booth draws you in with an impressive, in your face, product display and a big smile.  Many of the other vendors timidly hid behind their tables.  This will not be me!  I may not sell a lot of cookies, but I will engage a lot of people in conversation.  Thanks to genes from my mom, there are no strangers in this world...only friends I haven't met yet.  Thanks Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I actually cooked at home.  Amazingly this cash starved foodie has a habit of eating out.  But Costco had fresh Wild Sockeye Salmon on sale yesterday and I could not pass it up.  I grilled the salmon along with some chicken for Ryan and served it with mashed potatoes and Caesar salad.  Everyone seemed pleased...even Maddie who sampled something from everyone's plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baking adventures tonight weren't nearly as successful as dinner had been.  I misread my Oatmeal Cookie recipe and set the oven at 350 F instead of 375 F.  Unfortunately it took me two pans before I figured it out.  I was baking for a birthday basket for Ron's friend.  It has to be there by Wednesday and it looks like I will be baking again tomorrow and shipping overnight.  I cannot send something less than perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-280497218121772042?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/280497218121772042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=280497218121772042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/280497218121772042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/280497218121772042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-start-day-325.html' title='A Great Start - Day 325'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-6448817241649657190</id><published>2010-06-26T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:03:35.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrounded - Day 324</title><content type='html'>This morning I delivered the fruit of my wee hour baking.  Donna's eyes lit up when I handed her the basket full of treats.  The baby shower cookies were made from my favorite sugar cookie dough tinged with almond extract, glazed with light blue glaze, sprinkled with light blue sugar and piped with chocolate icing.  Each cookie was individually bagged and tied with light blue and brown ribbon...the shower color scheme.  These cookies were definitely a labor of love.  I could never charge what I should to cover the time spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today was brutal.  Costco surrounded me with all my wants, but cannot haves and they spoke to me the entire afternoon.  The storage shed over my left shoulder whispered "I would make Mike very happy."  The outdoor kitchen diagonally across from my table chanted "You know you want me!"  King crab legs and jumbo prawns shouted "Buy me for dinner!"  The Stag's Leap Merlot to my right threatened to leap into my cart..."I'm going to jump!"  It drove me crazy.  I take that back...I was already crazy.  What sane person works seven days a week, ignores her loving husband to bake or write a blog and averages 5 hours of sleep a night?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had a rare craving for steak so Mike humored me with a trip to Outback.  I was pleasantly surprised to find the $9.95 Outback Special on the menu.  My meal included a 6 oz. sirloin steak, baked potato and blue cheese pecan chopped salad plus bread, good service and no dishes to clean up.  It made this cash starved foodie very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-6448817241649657190?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/6448817241649657190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=6448817241649657190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6448817241649657190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6448817241649657190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/surrounded-day-324.html' title='Surrounded - Day 324'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-537657828177971619</id><published>2010-06-25T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:41:32.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Pooped To Post - Day 324</title><content type='html'>It is 1:35 a.m. and frankly I am just too pooped to post.  I just finished decorating a batch of baby shower sugar cookies that I have to deliver at 10:00 in the morning...this morning.  The light blue and brown color scheme Donna requested turned out pretty cute.  Phone battery is dead and so am I.  Photos will come later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite.  Why my mom told me this almost every night when I was little, I will never know.  But somehow at 1:40 a.m. it works! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-537657828177971619?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/537657828177971619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=537657828177971619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/537657828177971619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/537657828177971619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/too-pooped-to-post-day-324.html' title='Too Pooped To Post - Day 324'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-7892488884383253175</id><published>2010-06-24T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:37:25.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished...Almost- Day 323</title><content type='html'>Accomplishment was the mission of the day.  I had proofs to run, quotes to get out and thankfully lots of printing jobs to pick up.  It was a work day reminiscent of times past when the printing industry was thriving.  It was exhilarating!  Now that is a word I haven't used to describe work in a very long time...maybe ever.  The adrenaline kept pumping when I got home.  I worked on Mission Baking and Packaging Organization.  After sharing a Target California Chicken Salad with Maddie and keeping one eye on the Lost Footage of The Housewives of New York City, I actually got most of the project completed.  It felt so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know...in the good times today wouldn't have seemed so special at all.  In tough times, I relished every moment.  Life is very, very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-7892488884383253175?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/7892488884383253175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=7892488884383253175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7892488884383253175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7892488884383253175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/mission-accomplishedalmost-day-323.html' title='Mission Accomplished...Almost- Day 323'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-2041712315165922439</id><published>2010-06-23T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:56:58.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Ahhhhh - Day 322</title><content type='html'>My day was filled with lots of driving, lots of box hoisting and lots of aches and pains.  However, all my worries and challenges disappeared the moment I saw him.  Brayden, my newborn grand nephew, was born the day before yesterday, but this was my first opportunity to hold him in my arms.  He was beautiful!  I cannot think of a more peaceful, soul filling feeling than holding a sleeping tiny infant.  It is definitely the ultimate Ahhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-2041712315165922439?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2041712315165922439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=2041712315165922439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2041712315165922439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2041712315165922439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/ultimate-ahhhhh-day-322.html' title='The Ultimate Ahhhhh - Day 322'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-5014488134534677073</id><published>2010-06-22T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:24:45.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable Generosity - Day 321</title><content type='html'>Just when I saw the business "carrot" move a little further away from my grasp...along came Marieta, my husband's boss.  Over the last few months Mike has shared my dreams with her.  She took a genuine interest in what I was trying to do and today she gave me a way to make it happen.  She pulled out her checkbook and wrote a check.  A check for HeartSong Cookies.  This tremendous gift combined with the generosity of others close to me means I must make this happen.  I cannot be afraid any longer.  I have to jump in and I have to do it NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are failing me tonight.  I cannot express just how much this means to me.  Marieta doesn't know me very well.  But she knows my husband.  She knows what a wonderful man he is.  She knows he believes in me.  And so, she believes in me too.  Her investment may not yield dividends in the near future, but it will yield a sugar free cookie in her honor.  For months I have promised to find a recipe that will work for diabetics.  Now I am compelled to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many, many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-5014488134534677073?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5014488134534677073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=5014488134534677073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5014488134534677073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5014488134534677073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/unbelievable-generosity-day-321.html' title='Unbelievable Generosity - Day 321'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-7747265998779702767</id><published>2010-06-21T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:32:00.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity Partying - Day 320</title><content type='html'>Today I spent the day partying...pity partying.  My house is falling apart and I have no money to fix it.  I had to use part of the money for my new business venture to take care of something house related that just could not wait.  My husband spent his day off from work trying to handle the challenge while I "partied hearty".  I cried.  I sulked.  I said the obligatory "Why me?!"...and then I "sobered up".  No, I had not had a drop of alcohol, just a pitcher of pity.  After I slapped myself across the face, I thanked my lucky stars that I have a loving husband that puts up with me, a house that is falling apart, three jobs and a boatload of dreams that will come true...someday.  Someday real soon!  WHEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs and fewer roller coaster dips,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-7747265998779702767?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/7747265998779702767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=7747265998779702767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7747265998779702767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7747265998779702767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/pity-partying-day-320.html' title='Pity Partying - Day 320'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-7423701095890179906</id><published>2010-06-20T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:20:39.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning at the Market - Day 319</title><content type='html'>This morning on my way to work I took a detour by the Maitland Farmer's Market to see Cathy of Cathy's Cajun Cuisines.  She had graciously given Mike and me a tour of A Chateau Kitchen earlier in the week and I promised to check out her booth.  Cathy's product selection is impressive.  She offers over 50 varieties of jams, relishes and pickled veggies.  I was lucky enough to taste several of them - a spicy Papaya Chutney, a milder Mango Chutney, a savory Pear Relish, Bloody Mary Chutney and a to die for Bananas Foster Jam.  All were extremely tasty and I indulged myself with the purchase of several jars.  I can't wait to share the kitchen with Cathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today was brutal.  Never have I spoken to so many and sold so few bottles of wine.  It I got paid for talking I would have made a million dollars.  Maybe I should apply for the CDS demonstrator job as my mom's boss Pat suggested.  I seem to have lost my touch with wine sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Mike and I visited Sweet Tomatoes with our BOGO coupon.  Then headed home to organize my baking supplies.  What a project!  Mike has the patience of a saint.  Why he puts up with me and my piles I will never know.  We made a dent in the project...a very small dent.  There is so much stuff to go through.  I think the project will take me most of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I baked a batch of Choc-O-Chips cookies for Ryan's Jacksonville Jaguars co-workers.  They were filled with lots and lots of chips - white, bittersweet, semi-sweet and peanut butter, but NO NUTS.  To me a cookie is not a cookie without some kind of nut, but his co-worker does not agree.  He likes peanut butter, but not nuts.  Go figure!  I aim to please.  Hopefully he will like the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for jumping all over the place tonight.  I am only half paying attention.  David Bromstad is on TV with Color Splash Miami and I cannot take my eyes off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-7423701095890179906?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/7423701095890179906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=7423701095890179906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7423701095890179906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7423701095890179906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/morning-at-market-day-319.html' title='Morning at the Market - Day 319'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-8036084641693331964</id><published>2010-06-19T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T18:38:19.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions Answered - Day 318</title><content type='html'>This morning I met Donna Moore, the owner of A Chateau Kitchen.  I hope to make her commercial kitchen my new home away from home.  Donna rents her kitchen to a variety of entrepreneurs like myself starting small food related businesses online and at local farmer's markets.  Her rental price is reasonable, but scary.  She requires a one year contract.  That is the scary part.  Thanks to the generosity of two people that believe in me, I have the funds for all the licenses and insurance.  But, I will be on my own for the monthly kitchen rental fee.  I have to be certain that somehow I can come close to covering the cost each month.  Unfortunately I have little room for error.  Unless...I go with my husband Mike's idea to tell the mortgage company we will be doing our own loan modification and paying $275 dollars less per month so we can start a business.  I think they will find that reasonable...NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched Donna makes several batches of specialty chocolates for a client, I badgered her with questions...many, many questions.  She gave me the name of the insurance agent she uses for her liability insurance...the name of the website to register for the food handling class.  She explained the house rules of her facility and offered encouragement that space would be available for me even if I needed a little time to get my finances together.  She told me the story of how and why she started her business.  As I took notes and listened intently, it became more and more apparent that I was on the right path to realizing my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-8036084641693331964?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8036084641693331964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=8036084641693331964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8036084641693331964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8036084641693331964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/questions-answered-day-318.html' title='Questions Answered - Day 318'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-1866049267556629390</id><published>2010-06-18T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T18:14:51.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cure For What Ails Me - Day 317</title><content type='html'>I spent all day feeling lousy.  I whined to Kat and had my own personal pity party.  But it was nothing that a dinner with Mike, Ryan, Tom, Susan and Chris couldn't cure.  We met up at Cafe Positano for wine, beer, pizza and good conversation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel lousy, but now I feel lousy with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-1866049267556629390?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/1866049267556629390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=1866049267556629390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1866049267556629390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1866049267556629390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/cure-for-what-ails-me-day-317.html' title='Cure For What Ails Me - Day 317'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-8672231658332828397</id><published>2010-06-17T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:03:59.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless Fun - Day 316</title><content type='html'>Kenda e-mailed me this afternoon with a night out on her mind.  She had a free movie pass and a hankering to see Sex and the City 2.  Combine that with Tuscan Tasters at Brio and you have a perfect evening out of mindless fun.  I couldn't refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked more HeartSong Cookies talk over toasted ravioli, margarita flatbread and spicy shrimp and eggplant...all three for under $10.  Add a glass of wine and beer and our total bill still came to only $21.00  You can't go wrong with Tuscan Tasters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was definitely mindless, but fun.  It was made even better by the older women sitting behind us offering play by play.  Kenda and I giggled like school girls at their goofy comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with the evening is all that mindless fun left me...mindless.  I just don't have a creative posting in me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-8672231658332828397?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8672231658332828397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=8672231658332828397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8672231658332828397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8672231658332828397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/mindless-fun-day-316.html' title='Mindless Fun - Day 316'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-859852135906706217</id><published>2010-06-16T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:25:08.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuckered Out - Day 315</title><content type='html'>Giggling and baking are the perfect elixir for my happiness.  But combine them with 4 hours of sleep after all that fun and you end up with a very, very, very tired girl.  I am just plain tuckered out.  Which will explain why my ramblings tonight will be brief and possibly nonsensical.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cookie basket I assembled for Ron's uncle was mailed today.  I was quite proud of the finished product all dressed up in turquoise and chocolate brown.  I wish I could see Unc's reaction when he opens the package and hope he feels the big hug I tucked inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Mike and I met at the downstairs deli section of Antonio's in Maitland for his birthday dinner part 2.  He was craving a calzone and I could not resist the lasagna.  The meal exceeded all expectations.  Mike's gargantuan calzone put a big smile on his face.  My lasagna was one of the best I have ever tasted.  For $8.95 it was a great value as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the premier of Top Chef Washington D.C.  It begins in 35 minutes and I can hardly wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hug......zzzzzzzz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-859852135906706217?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/859852135906706217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=859852135906706217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/859852135906706217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/859852135906706217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/tuckered-out-day-315.html' title='Tuckered Out - Day 315'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-1398098936627608910</id><published>2010-06-15T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:15:16.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop Giggling - Day 314</title><content type='html'>Today the HeartSong Cookies logo was born...thanks to my friend Morgan.  She and David presented it to me over lunch at my favorite restaurant, The Ravenous Pig.  We gorged ourselves on deviled eggs, lobster tacos and ugly ends before we even got to our entrees.  From this point on the smile on my face just won't go away.  I can't stop giggling.  The logo is exactly what I had envisioned.  It is personal, warm, happy, playful, whimsical, lyrical, simple.  It is me.  Now I just have to pick a color scheme.  Morgan gave me a couple of options and surprisingly, the one that caught me the most off guard is the one I keep going back to.  It is a combo of turquoise and chocolate brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day continued on its giggle course as I stopped by to see my friend Dennis with a proof and a peek at my logo.  He really like it.  Giggle time!  Then it was on to my client friends Kristen and Kimberly for proof approvals and more peeks at the logo.  They loved it as well.  More giggles.  I reverted back to Kathy, Careless Driver, as I took numerous logo peeks on the drive back to Orlando. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was shared with my friends Bree and Lisa over wine and ahi tuna appetizers at BJ's Brewhouse.  We had a lot of catching up to do and of course I gave them a peek at my logo.  They approved.  Back to giggling.  The bill kept the smile on my face.  Every day from 4-7 appetizers are half price and house wine is $3.  But Tuesdays kick it up a notch...all wine by the glass and bottle is half price.  That meant my $3 glass of wine was $1.50 and my total bill for the evening came to $6.50 plus tip.  Giggle Dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended in the kitchen baking cookies for my friend Ron's uncle.  They turned out just about perfect.  I think it must have been the giggling I mixed in with every batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs and giggles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-1398098936627608910?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/1398098936627608910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=1398098936627608910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1398098936627608910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1398098936627608910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/cant-stop-giggling-day-314.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop Giggling - Day 314'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-5455936700234967568</id><published>2010-06-14T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:05:53.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutty For Mike - Day 313</title><content type='html'>Today is my husband Mike's birthday and since cash is not in great abundance, I had to be a little creative with my gift for him.  I surprised him by taking a day off to do whatever he wanted to do.  I just hoped he wanted to get a business license.  I thought it would be really cool to have the official start of our business be the same day as his birth.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a goofy gift I created a cookie just for Mike...the "Nutty For Mike Cookie".  Last night it made its debut.  Mike loves peanut butter and chocolate so this cookie was jammed packed with all his favorites.  To my base dough I added a little of a lot of ingredients - semi-sweet chocolate chips, chopped Dark Chocolate Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Reese's Pieces, Reese's Peanut Butter Chips, chopped peanut brittle and chopped cocktail peanuts.  It was definitely over the top, but Mike loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike likes to sleep in, so sleep in we did on his special day.  Then we headed over to Mimi's Cafe for a late breakfast with Mike's Free Breakfast Coupon in hand.  Back home we went for business research and played dueling lap tops for the rest of the morning.  The information on starting a business was overwhelming.  Do we get the license first, then the FEID number?  Do we create a LLC or Sole Proprietorship?  Do we register with the city, state or IRS first?  Uug!  Even though we had done plenty of research before, when we were actually ready to act...we froze.  I think the license will have to wait a few more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the afternoon was spent running errands and shopping for things we cannot afford.  It was fun to have the ultimate gift of time together with no plans.  On the way home I took Mike by A Chateau Kitchen to show him why I was in love.  The door was locked, but we peeked in the window.  As we turned to head home, the door opened and out stepped Cathy to see if we needed help.  Boy do we!  She let us come in for a tour and although I did not think it possible, I left even more excited than before.  Cathy owns Cathy's Cajun Cuisines that specializes in gourmet jams, jellies, preserves, relishes and pickled veggies.  She features her products at Lake Mary Farmer's Market, Maitland Farmer's Market and on line at www.CathysCajunCuisine.com.  Cathy answered my questions, explained the co-op concept and allayed my fears.  It was pure magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I baked Mike's extremely ugly, but cute birthday cake.  His request was chocolate cake with chocolate frosting.  I took it over the top with Reese's Pieces gone wild and chunks of Dark Chocolate Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was Dexter's with a Restaurant.Com gift certificate.  After dinner came cake and ice cream.  Mike had the look of ultimate satisfaction on his face as I sang him Happy Birthday and the look of ultimate over indulgence as he shoveled in the last bite of cake.  We had enjoyed a rare day together and it was pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mike!  I am nutty for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-5455936700234967568?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5455936700234967568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=5455936700234967568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5455936700234967568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5455936700234967568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/nutty-for-mike-day-313.html' title='Nutty For Mike - Day 313'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-6322403191710397493</id><published>2010-06-13T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:01:21.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Business With A Plan - Day 312</title><content type='html'>Last night's party adventure to Gainesville was definitely worth the trip.  The two hour drive gave Mike and I some quality time to talk.  While I was having fun at Costco yesterday afternoon, Mike was busy working on a project of his own.  Shortly after we got in the car, Mike pulled out the fruit of his efforts - a business plan for HeartSong Cookies.  It was amazingly detailed with all sorts of charts and graphs.  I love visuals!  He analyzed our target market, made sales projections, set goals and established pricing.  It was truly amazing and something so necessary to business success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I flipped through the pages, I was reminded exactly why Mike and I make such a good team.  He is exacting, methodical, analytical and patient.  I am the opposite - creative with attention to detail, an impatient dreamer easily taken off course.  We fit together perfectly.  I open his eyes to the possibilities of life.  He calmly grounds me.  On Mike's birthday eve, I am reminded just how fortunate I am to have him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret's party in Gainesville was as magical as the trip up.  She gathered together friends involved in the production of her book, AQUIFERious, to celebrate its success.  Good food, drink and warm conversation filled her home.  It was an eclectic mix of scientists, artists, writers and loved ones...a mirror image of the charm of AQUIFERious.  Shortly into the evening, Margaret offered a toast to all in attendance.  But to my extreme joy and surprise, she singled me out and introduced me to the crowd as one of the driving forces behind her dream becoming a reality.  I was speechless...well almost.  Most of all, I was proud.  Proud of a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in Costco this afternoon thumbing through the pages of my business plan, I suddenly noticed I was giggling...out loud.  The customers must have thought I was delirious or maybe I had been secretly taking in a little Montepulciano on the side.  No, I was just reveling in the fact that I, Kathy Paiva, was about to realize a dream. I was about to have my own business - a business with a plan.  A plan for success.  WHEEEEEEEE, the ride keeps getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-6322403191710397493?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/6322403191710397493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=6322403191710397493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6322403191710397493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6322403191710397493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/business-with-plan-day-312.html' title='A Business With A Plan - Day 312'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-5576811894131597274</id><published>2010-06-12T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:08:55.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little of This, A Little of That - Day 311</title><content type='html'>Baking cookies is a pretty sweet way to start the day.  Tonight Mike and I are traveling to Gainesville for a party at Margaret's house.  I can't go empty handed, so I decided cookies and wine would be the perfect hostess gift.  I wanted to make something fun to reflect Margaret's personality.  "This and That Cookies" were the perfect choice.  This is a recipe that is always changing with my mood and the items left in the pantry.  To my base dough I added white, semi-sweet and bittersweet chocolate chips, dried blueberries and toasted pecans.  A little of this, a little of that and hopefully a lot of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work at Costco followed the theme of the day...a little of this, a little of that.  I met some wonderful people.  Louie from South Africa oozing with excitement for the World Cup.  Lilla and Chuck, fellow foodies with great tips to share.  The Costco love birds flying around overhead.  Tastings of pita chips, chicken tenders and Canadian bacon washed down with Vitamin Water.  Blog writing, Mike's birthday plotting, wine aisle stocking, wine consulting and oh yes...Montepulciano d'Abruzzo wine selling mixed in between it all.  A little of this, a little of that and a whole lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-5576811894131597274?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5576811894131597274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=5576811894131597274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5576811894131597274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5576811894131597274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-of-this-little-of-that-day-311.html' title='A Little of This, A Little of That - Day 311'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-713462895576134128</id><published>2010-06-11T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:56:52.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spreading  Smiles - Day 310</title><content type='html'>Today began much better than yesterday ended.  It began with a smile...a really big smile.  Donna was leaving for vacation for the week with a group of friends and requested (24) HeartSong cookies to take with her as a special treat.  "Nothing special, just whatever you have" was Donna's request.  Nothing special?!  I can't do "Nothing Special"!  So I individually wrapped (12) Toasted Pecan Chocolate Chip Cookies and (12) White Chocolate Macadamia Nut Cookies, tied them in pink and burgundy ribbons, tucked them into a bushel basket and wrapped it all in bright pink tulle.  The result was definitely smile worthy.  When I walked through the door, the look on Donna's face told me everything I already knew.  "Something Special" is the way to go.  I had another wonderful smile to add to my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-713462895576134128?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/713462895576134128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=713462895576134128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/713462895576134128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/713462895576134128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/spreading-smiles-day-310.html' title='Spreading  Smiles - Day 310'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-1682500957475210959</id><published>2010-06-10T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:34:09.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending A Good Day With A Bang - Day 309</title><content type='html'>Today was a good one.  My new found sense of peace in embracing the ride made for a very enjoyable day.  I met Beatriz for lunch to deliver the cookie basket I made for her daughter Savannah.  We talked of new beginnings, past mistakes and all the options before us.  Everything is falling into place for both of us and we are ready to embrace the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had big plans for the evening.  Tonight was movie night with my friends Carolyn and Sandy.  Movies out are a rare event these days.  We were going to grab a quick bite before heading to see the ultimate "Kathy Movie"...Letters to Juliet.  As I headed to meet them on my favorite road - I-4, things went a little sideways.  I received a call from Consumer Connections asking me to participate in a paid take home survey next week. My appointment to pick up the material was 6/17 at 10 a.m.  I was afraid I would forget.  Soooooo, I looked away from the road for an instant to grab my note pad.  Big mistake!  The traffic came to an abrupt stop.  I did not.  I rear ended the car in front of me.  Uug!  No one was hurt...just my bumper and a scratch of the other car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly, the woman I hit could not have been nicer.  We pulled into the Denny's parking lot to wait for the highway patrol.  And we talked...really talked...about kids, work and family.  We proudly shared pictures of our sons.  She had such as ease about her.  In some strange way, I was actually glad I ran into her.  Until the reality of my $164 Careless Driver ticket and the $500 insurance deductible slapped me across the face.  Even with all of that, I did not have my normal reaction...sobbing and despair.  I was at peace.  This too must have happened for a reason.  Maybe the slap in the face was more than just about money.  It was a wake up call to stop distracted driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With ticket and case report in hand, I headed to movie night.  My dinner consisted of a Kid Pack of popcorn, fruit bits and Cherry Coke.  Yum!  The movie was the perfect tonic for my abrupt ending to my day.  WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!  That roller coaster ride is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy, Careless Driver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-1682500957475210959?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/1682500957475210959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=1682500957475210959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1682500957475210959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1682500957475210959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/ending-good-day-with-bang-day-309.html' title='Ending A Good Day With A Bang - Day 309'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3455484298471346500</id><published>2010-06-09T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:11:22.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Found Appreciation For The Roller Coaster - Day 308</title><content type='html'>In the past I was afraid.  No more.  Now I am exhilarated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life the last year has been one long, scary ride with breathtaking highs, stomach turning lows and a few upside down loops thrown in along the way.  I have cried.  I have laughed.  I have screamed to make it stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more.  Today I had one of those "AH HA" moments.  Why not embrace the ride?  For all the joy and pain...at least, I feel.  I am alive.  I am putting myself out there.  I am making mistakes.  I am accomplishing things.  I am growing (in EVERY way).  The good times are relished.  The bad times learned from.  This is the way life was meant to be...one hell of a scintillating ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I baked a "weird" cookie in honor of my brother's birthday.  I called it "Nutterly Deminted" - a dark chocolate cookie base with chopped Andes mints, bittersweet chocolate chips and toasted pecans.  It was quite nutty and deminted...just like my goofy brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Michael!  I hope you will join me for the ride.  Don't be afraid.  It will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs and WHEEEEEEEEE moments,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3455484298471346500?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3455484298471346500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3455484298471346500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3455484298471346500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3455484298471346500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/newfound-appreciation-for-roller.html' title='New Found Appreciation For The Roller Coaster - Day 308'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3696144317800895994</id><published>2010-06-08T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:14:07.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found My Kitchen - Day 307</title><content type='html'>This evening I received a welcome message on my cell phone.  It was a message I had been waiting for all afternoon.  A message from Donna at A Chateau Kitchen.  She informed me that space was indeed available for rent in her commercial kitchen.  The price was less than I expected, but still more than I have to spend.  But somehow I felt joyful.  Each bit of information I uncover brings me one step closer to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when I walked through the door of her facility I felt instantly at home.  This is my kitchen.  This is where I am meant to be.  This is the home of HeartSong Cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3696144317800895994?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3696144317800895994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3696144317800895994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3696144317800895994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3696144317800895994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-found-my-kitchen-day-307.html' title='I Found My Kitchen - Day 307'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-802719876654907615</id><published>2010-06-07T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:15:17.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solving Life's Challenges - Day 306</title><content type='html'>The BP oil debacle, the state of our economy and fears concerning my new business venture continued to slap me in the face this morning.  I needed a sounding board to put things into perspective and move on.  On the way to work, I picked up the phone and called Kenda to schedule lunch.  Kenda needed to get out of the house and I needed her ear.  We met at 903 Mills Market...a cool neighborhood cafe that serves awesome sandwiches and salads at a reasonable price.  The food was delicious and our conversation was the perfect tonic for what ailed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again work took me to Tampa this afternoon.  And once again the blueberry picking bug bit me on my way home to Orlando.  I picked up the phone to make sure blueberries were still hanging on the bushes and off I went for another picking adventure.  Retta, the woman who so generously passed on the world's largest zucchini to me last week, greeted me with enthusiasm.  She had checked out my blog and was anxious to get the recipe for the Blueberry Zucchini Bread David made with the large gift.  She even discussed publishing his recipe in the next edition of her blueberry cookbook.  How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate blueberries all the way home.  Retta told me she rarely washes her berries.  They are grown pesticide free.  I was very happy about that because I think I must have consumed a whole pound all by myself.  I believe whole heartedly in the mental acuity benefits of the blueberry.  I am feeling quite sharp this evening...ready to take on any challenge life throws my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief stop at Publix to pick up fresh salmon and mashed potatoes, I threw together a mighty tasty meal in less than half an hour.  Mike and I dined on grilled salmon, mashed potatoes and a nice salad for about $13.50.  I was proud of my frugality and ready to dive into the business research once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-802719876654907615?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/802719876654907615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=802719876654907615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/802719876654907615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/802719876654907615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/solving-lifes-challenges-day-306.html' title='Solving Life&apos;s Challenges - Day 306'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-2713340500720853643</id><published>2010-06-06T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:53:13.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely People - Day 305</title><content type='html'>It is amazing to me how many lonely people there are in this world.  Sometimes I think my perch at Costco has a sign that reads "The Doctor Is In" instead of Montepulciano d'Abruzzo.  I am not complaining.  In fact, it is one reason I like my job.  Today an Air Force veteran, Patrick, stopped by to talk...and talk...and talk.  No exaggeration, he talked for over an hour about his time in the service.  Time served that he was extremely proud of...as well he should be.  He needed a sympathetic ear, eye contact and kudos for a job well done.  Listening is something I can do well.  So I listened and listened and listened some more.  Until nature called.  Patrick even escorted me to the Ladies room, but thank goodness he did not come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my afternoon was spent birdwatching.  Costco has two new residents...a pair of bird buddies.  I watched them fly around overhead and swoop down to grab tasting droppings.  All the while hoping that the other kind of droppings did not land on my head.  I left Costco unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike had a craving for seafood and I had a craving for relaxation.  So we headed to Boston's Fish House in Lake Mary/Sanford to split a seafood platter and a cup of clam chowder.  Boston's does fried seafood right.  The breading is light and crispy, never greasy, and the portions are quite generous.  Tonight the TVs stationed around the room were set on the news.  News of the BP oil debacle and the effects on the Florida coast and tourism.  I have avoided much of the coverage because I feel so helpless.  Mike usually has a way of filling me in on the latest developments without making me depressed.  Unfortunately even Mike couldn't sugar coat this mess.  I left the restaurant full and filled with frustration over the state of our world, but happy I was not one of the lonely people.  I had an intelligent, loving partner to share my life with.  Life is still pretty darn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-2713340500720853643?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2713340500720853643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=2713340500720853643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2713340500720853643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2713340500720853643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/lonely-people-day-305.html' title='Lonely People - Day 305'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-10354692303534405</id><published>2010-06-05T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:17:23.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week Of Joy - Day 304</title><content type='html'>Yesterday hall of fame basketball coach, John Wooden passed away at the ripe old age of 99.  He was a winner, a motivator of young men, but most importantly he was a good person.  One thing I heard in an interview from a year ago stuck with me.  It was a favorite saying from his beloved wife Nel - "Oh Lord, make me beautiful within."  It is how John Wooden lived his 99 years and how I plan to live mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been one filled with joy, giving and receiving.  My down time at Costco today gave me time to reflect on just how amazing the time has been.  I passed out cookies, blueberries and advice.  I shared ideas, researched and planned.  In return I received some unbelievable gifts - a jar of homemade blackberry jam, a home cooked meal served at a dining table with my adopted family, a whole blackberry crumb pie made with fresh picked blackberries, the world's largest zucchini and a loaf of yummy blueberry zucchini bread. Kat, Shawn, Sheri, David, Sarah, Noah and Retta...THANKS!  I enjoyed every bite and every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exclamation point was spent at Polonia Polish Restaurant this evening with Mike.  We feasted on Perla Beer and Pork Cutlets for Mike, Raspberry Polish Wine and a Polish Sampler Plate for me.  Our server, Marysia took very good care of us.  We savored every delicious bite and took home Kolaczki Polish cookies for later.  It was joyful soul satisfying evening...kind of like my entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-10354692303534405?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/10354692303534405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=10354692303534405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/10354692303534405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/10354692303534405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/week-of-joy-day-304.html' title='A Week Of Joy - Day 304'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-756177609857970132</id><published>2010-06-04T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:45:47.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Donut Day! - Day 303</title><content type='html'>This morning I went through the Dunkin Donuts drive thru to pick up a cup of coffee to jump start my day and ended up with a free donut.  Little did I know that June 4 was a day to celebrate the rounding of America...National Donut Day.  I was more than happy to participate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donuts are like hot dogs to me.  I really like them, but rarely indulge.  The guilt about their unhealthiness makes me stay away.  Plus I am too busy eating cookies, pie or cake...much healthier choices.  Yeah, right!  However, a FREE donut is difficult to pass up.  My sugar raised donut choice paired quite well with the cup of piping hot coffee.  A good day was ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love obscure holidays...especially when free stuff is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-756177609857970132?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/756177609857970132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=756177609857970132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/756177609857970132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/756177609857970132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-national-donut-day-day-303.html' title='Happy National Donut Day! - Day 303'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-8774120842707134437</id><published>2010-06-03T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:28:30.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackberry Heaven - Day 302</title><content type='html'>A day can't begin or end any better than today.  I started my day with a toasted sandwich thin spread with a thin coating of Irish butter and a generous spread of homemade blackberry jam.  This was no ordinary jam.  It was the jam made by Kat's fiance Shawn from blackberries hand picked in their back yard.  I couldn't help but be in a good mood as I headed to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good mood continued when I walked in my office.  Kat had left me a note on my desk telling me she thought Shawn and I were having a "baking affair"...come to her office to find out why.  Hmmmmm, I wonder what yummy goody I was in store for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jaw dropped when Kat pulled the gift from Shawn out of her cooler.  Shawn had made a beautiful blackberry crumb pie.  A whole pie just for me.  Because he knew I loved blackberries.  Because I shared my cookie experiments with him.  You know, I think Kat is right.  I am having a "baking affair" with Shawn and it feels really good.  It feels like blackberry heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-8774120842707134437?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8774120842707134437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=8774120842707134437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8774120842707134437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8774120842707134437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/blackberry-heaven-day-302.html' title='Blackberry Heaven - Day 302'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3739832150145210634</id><published>2010-06-02T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:50:35.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Lunch Break Ever - Day 301</title><content type='html'>Today my work travels took me to Tampa to deliver a rush job for an event this evening.  No time for lunch on the trip over.  The trip back was another story.  A billboard advertising BLUEBERRIES at Shady Oak Farm had been calling to me for over a month.  Today I answered.  After a brief visit to Mickey D's, I picked up the phone and called to find out when picking season ends and ask for directions.  Picking will continue for another couple of weeks and the exit was only two away.  What a great way to spend a lunch break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE picking fruit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shady Oak Farm is located just 3.5 miles off exit 31 (Kathleen Exit) on I-4.  Blueberries are available for you to pick for $3.00 per pound or $4.25 per pound freshly picked for you.  Did I mention I LOVE picking fruit?  You know which option I chose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off my jacket, picked up my bucket and headed to the bushes.  The owner directed me to the bushes with the most berries.  Nirvana.  Peeking out from the lower branches were clusters of beautiful blue goodness.  I picked for about a half an hour.  Sweat poured down my face.  I did not care.  I was in my happy place with an added bonus of goodies to share.  I would strongly recommend a visit to Shady Oak Farm this weekend before the season ends.  Pick your own berries and share with your friends...or make new ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shady Oak Farm (813)512-1547.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was Dinner at David and Sheri's Part 2.  Dinner last week was so wonderful, I was really looking forward to the sequel.  And once again David did not disappoint.  He served Roasted Chicken, Zellwood Corn, Couscous with Zucchini and fresh from the garden Brussels Sprouts.  I could really get used to this Wednesday ritual.  Somehow I think his blog is going to take weeks to perfect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3739832150145210634?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3739832150145210634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3739832150145210634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3739832150145210634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3739832150145210634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-lunch-break-ever-day-301.html' title='The Best Lunch Break Ever - Day 301'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-8021957724701627193</id><published>2010-06-01T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:24:52.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About The Cookies - Day 300</title><content type='html'>Cookies have taken over my brain.  Every spare moment is consumed by thoughts of the next step in the process.  Today on my lunch hour I stopped by A Chateau Kitchen, a commercial kitchen for rent in Winter Park.  As soon as I walked through the door I was struck by the intoxicating smell of fresh baked goodies.  This is home.  This is where I belong.  This is what I am meant to do.  Unfortunately the woman that owns the facility was not available.  Her father just passed away.  But a woman working for Cake-A-Licious, the vendor responsible for the amazing smell, handed me a business card and said there were a couple of spots available.  This was music to my ears.  I think my heart actually sang a few notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day my friends David and Morgan generously offered...no, begged to help me with my logo.  I just cannot get over how many people want to help.  Step by step, everything is falling into place.  It is like ...this is what is meant to be.  True serendipity.  I was looking for a way to meet my financial responsibilities.  What I found was...I was already the wealthiest woman around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-8021957724701627193?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8021957724701627193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=8021957724701627193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8021957724701627193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8021957724701627193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-all-about-cookies-day-300.html' title='It&apos;s All About The Cookies - Day 300'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-7057273751225778674</id><published>2010-05-31T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T19:59:45.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting of the Minds - Day 299</title><content type='html'>Today was a gift...a day off from work.  No Fidelity.  No Costco.  Only me and Mike and our very neglected home.  We divided and conquered the task of making it presentable.  Unfortunately on my early morning grocery run, I pulled a calf muscle and spent most of the day hobbling around like an old lady.  Well I am an old lady, but I walked like a really old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had Dennis, Kenda and Mark over for dinner to celebrate Memorial Day and the creation of HeartSong Cookies.  Dinner consisted of homemade pineapple salsa, blue corn chips, red sangria, burgers, grilled salmon, pasta salad, corn on the cob and of course...HeartSong Cookies.  The dinner was not my best effort, but the company was great.  They all humored me as I talked about the multitude of tasks before me.  After dinner we all headed upstairs to our little used loft filled with my grandmother's things. This space makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.  It is even better filled with many of my favorite people.  We critiqued cookie websites, talked about logo ideas, made plans for commercial kitchen tours and vowed to enjoy the process of creating the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect ending to my gift of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs and Happy Memorial Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-7057273751225778674?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/7057273751225778674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=7057273751225778674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7057273751225778674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7057273751225778674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/meeting-of-minds-day-299.html' title='Meeting of the Minds - Day 299'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-1037010412570602981</id><published>2010-05-30T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:08:11.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Is A Little Brighter - Day 298</title><content type='html'>Happiness has an amazing effect on my view of the world.  The sun is a little brighter.  The sky a little bluer.  Everything tastes better...feels better.  Ideas flow like the...ugh, oil from the BP oil rig in the Gulf.  Nothing seems to stop the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to do to get our cookie business started.  It could be overwhelming, but somehow I feel calm...another offshoot of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed by the outpouring of support from my friends on facebook over the last couple of days.  They seem to think I will pull this off.  I think I will! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I need to research website designs and bulk ingredient pricing.  My postings may get increasingly brief, but I promise to document the process.  The process of realizing a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-1037010412570602981?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/1037010412570602981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=1037010412570602981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1037010412570602981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1037010412570602981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/sun-is-little-brighter-day-298.html' title='The Sun Is A Little Brighter - Day 298'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-8854260188665374006</id><published>2010-05-29T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:10:11.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Wedding - Day 297</title><content type='html'>Mike and I traveled to Jacksonville this weekend to spend a couple of nights with Ryan and attend the wedding of Dennis and Alice.  Tonight we got dressed up and headed out the door to the Epping Forest Yacht Club for a beautiful evening.  The venue was on the St. Johns River in a elegant Spanish style setting. The storm clouds stayed away for the ceremony.  Dennis looked nervous.  Alice looked gorgeous. The vows were mercifully brief and we all moved on to the open bar and passed hors d'oeuvres.  Then inside to dinner.  The color scheme of gray and pink lent a soft elegance to the room.  The food was delicious.  The people watching an eye full.  And all in all it was a really nice way to cap off my day away from Costco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-8854260188665374006?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8854260188665374006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=8854260188665374006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8854260188665374006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8854260188665374006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/beautiful-wedding-day-297.html' title='A Beautiful Wedding - Day 297'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3499697515496695415</id><published>2010-05-28T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:10:08.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Come True - Day 296</title><content type='html'>For over a year I have been talking and dreaming and talking some more about starting my cookie business.  Today Mike told me my dream is coming true...thanks to the generosity of someone that believes in me.  Someone that believes I will be successful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could find the words to describe just how I feel right now.  Speechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinch me.  Can this be real?  Most definitely!  So this is where the hope went.  It was waiting just around the corner.  It was waiting for the perfect time.  The time when I reached the end of the ride.  When I finally said enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to HeartSong Cookies...my dream come true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3499697515496695415?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3499697515496695415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3499697515496695415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3499697515496695415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3499697515496695415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/dream-come-true-day-296.html' title='Dream Come True - Day 296'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-4145299896539828523</id><published>2010-05-27T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:56:37.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop The Roller Coaster...I Want To Get Off! - Day 295</title><content type='html'>After reviewing my postings the last few weeks I realized what a roller coaster ride my life has been recently.  One moment I'm writing about a loss of hope, the next minute, the Power of Good.  Up...Down...Up ...Down...Down...Down.  I HATE roller coasters...especially the drops.  The good times have been really good.  I feel them and relish them with all my being.  But the bad are really bad and I feel them to my very core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave consistency.  I need level ground.  A long, straight boring ride...like the road to Tallahassee.  Instead I have the Skyline Drive with no guard rails and no brakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was back to my routine of dining alone.  I cooked some whole wheat pasta and topped with leftover cream sauce.  The zucchini my dad gave me last week evolved into spicy zucchini and tomatoes, served with a glass of wine and a nice fresh salad.  Tonight's dinner guest was a re-run of Housewives of New York City.  What a train wreck of a show.  It is so bad! The cast embodies all that I dislike in the world...pretentious, obnoxious, petty people.  But somehow if I stop for a moment on my channel surf, I just can't turn away.  I long for a repeat of last night.  A cooked to perfection, beautiful dinner at a dining table with good friends and no TV.  My only solace is the smell of homemade cookies and the thought that Mike will be home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-4145299896539828523?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/4145299896539828523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=4145299896539828523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/4145299896539828523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/4145299896539828523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/stop-roller-coasteri-want-to-get-off.html' title='Stop The Roller Coaster...I Want To Get Off! - Day 295'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-1414835741278074415</id><published>2010-05-26T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:26:08.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The More We Do, The More We Can Do - Day 294</title><content type='html'>I've been kidded about having the energy of the Energizer bunny.  Questioned on how and why I do what I do.  I do it because I can.  I do it because each check off my list brings me closer to success.  Closer to what I am meant to do in this world.  I want so badly to make a difference.  To ease the pain.  To create some comfort, peace and happiness.  To show the world that each of us is full of possibilities, potential, energy and life.  The more we do, the more we can do...together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have the answer as to how I am going to make a difference.  But with the amount if time my brain has devoted to obsessing over it, I feel an epiphany is eminent.  I hope to submit an idea to the Pepsi Refresh Project or a more traditional venue.  Unfortunately money is power and right now I am as weak as a church mouse.  These programs offer funding for great ideas to better humanity.  Great ideas like the one trying to explode from my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am compelled to try to fit as much as I can into each day.  Rarely saying no to invitations or requests.  I am in a hurry.  A hurry to experience life.  My time is running out.  It is running out on all of us.  We have to act.  We have to do whatever it is to better the world.  The more we do, the more we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was a magical night spent with my friends David, Sheri and their kids.  David is a Master Gardener in training and an amazing chef.  His attention to detail and eye for beauty make dining a soul satisfying experience.  A pre-meal tour of his edible garden let me know I was in for a treat.  The meal began with a fresh from the garden eggplant hummus served on homemade crostini.  Oh my!  Sheri, Sarah and I fought over this bowl of goodness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was served at the dining table the way all meals should be served.  The table was handmade by Sheri's family and included a large lazy Susan in the center.  Family rules required a turn of lazy Susan only after your table mates finished serving themselves.  The bounty before me was impressive.  A garden fresh salad worthy of a photo, delicious wax beans picked earlier in the day, perfectly seasoned roasted potatoes and just picked carrots, heavenly sour cream and chive biscuits and a delicate glazed salmon.  I was in heaven and it wasn't over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My White Chocolate Blueberry Pecan Cookies paled in comparison to the homemade cherry ice cream David prepared.  He sets such high standards, I will have a difficult time measuring up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for us getting together was more than simply sharing a meal and good company.  It was to share our dreams.  David has lost sight of just how amazingly talented he is.  I have to find a way to show him the light...to help him retrieve his confidence.  Creating a blog tonight was just the beginning.  An outlet for him to share gardening secrets, recipes and photos of all the beauty he creates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we took baby steps toward self discovery.  Thank goodness, David's blog creation will take at least one more session.  One more incredibly tasty session...or maybe two.  I think I will have to stretch this out for as long as I can because this feeling is just that good.  Tonight was the embodiment of the Power of Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we do, the more we can do...together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-1414835741278074415?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/1414835741278074415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=1414835741278074415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1414835741278074415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/1414835741278074415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-we-do-more-we-can-do-day-294.html' title='The More We Do, The More We Can Do - Day 294'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3158413742881155422</id><published>2010-05-25T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T18:27:09.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two for One - Day 293</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;*#@?!~!%@?!!**! Therapy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it, but there are certain times that require a little #@!**~#@?! therapy.  A drive alone in the car, yelling words that never, ever come out of your mouth in public...can be quite liberating.  Today was one of those days.  A day to purge pent up anger at a co-worker and months of financial frustration.  @#?!!**~@!!!!  Life is good...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is A Friend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days the word "friend" is thrown around like it means nothing.  Facebook has taken care of that.  Today I got a huge reality check when it came to friendship and I am very glad I did.  Sometimes it takes pain and disappointment to make you realize what true friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends are the people that see all your warts and love you anyway.  They believe in you.  They empathize with your pain and want to make it go away.  They dream with you.  And make you laugh.  They share their thoughts and feelings.  And listen intently to yours.  They offer advice you may not follow.  And are OK with that.  They share the elation of your triumphs and the despair of your defeats.  A true friend...forever friend, never thinks just of themselves.  They think of the two of you...the give and take of a relationship.  They don't keep score.  They will always be there on the other end of a phone call, knock on the door or click of the mouse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to have several true, forever friends in my life.  After today, I have never appreciated you more.  One of them sent me this link to make me smile.  It worked.  Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://video.aol.com/video-detail/the-orangutan-and-the-hound/1356710375&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3158413742881155422?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3158413742881155422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3158413742881155422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3158413742881155422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3158413742881155422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-for-one-day-293.html' title='Two for One - Day 293'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3443983192742996638</id><published>2010-05-24T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:06:34.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner for Two...At Home! - Day 292</title><content type='html'>Mike was off today.  I was not.  I grudgingly got ready for work while he stayed in bed.  The drive to work was filled with thoughts of a plan to get back home.  Back home to Mike.  I locked myself in my office with a lengthy to do list and vowed that if I crossed off most of the items, my reward would be time with Mike.  What motivation!  The list was checked off in no time.  I even worked through lunch...now that is true love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked in the door, Mike was up to his ears in housecleaning.  Something is definitely wrong with this picture.  What a crazy, discombobulated life we live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike needed something special for dinner tonight.  Something special that could be made with Canadian bacon or pineapple.  I gave Mike the choice of Creamy Parmesan Pasta with Canadian bacon and peas or Roasted Pork Tenderloin with Pineapple Salsa.  Pasta was the winner.  I improvised a sauce with very tasty, fattening ingredients and served it over pappardelle noodles with a side salad.  It was yummy.  Mike was happy.  I was happy.  Life was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go...time with Mike includes Keith Olbermann and Rachel Maddow.  I just heard this week is "Geek Week"!  I have to do something to celebrate my geekiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs and Happy Geek Week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3443983192742996638?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3443983192742996638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3443983192742996638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3443983192742996638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3443983192742996638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/dinner-for-twoat-home-day-292.html' title='Dinner for Two...At Home! - Day 292'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-2616382489233975852</id><published>2010-05-23T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:49:40.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cathartic Sidebar...Where Did The Hope Go? - Day 291</title><content type='html'>June was to be a banner month for my quest to be less cash starved.  Or so I thought.  One of my hardship programs would be complete and my payments would drop considerably.  It was a baby step toward a life without stress.  A life with possibilities and options.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I opened the mail.  It contained a notification my second mortgage payment would increase considerably in August.  I felt my heart hit the floor.  My step up the mountain resulted in a slide down a hole...a deep, dark hole.  The light that once appeared to brighten was now a pin hole.  The business dreams that seemed within reach just days ago, now seemed a distant blog posting...just words in cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what despair feels like.  No hope.  No dreams. No options. No possibilities.  I hate it down here.  I have to find a ladder, a rope, a step stool, a solution.  I have to.  I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, doesn't hope spring eternal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-2616382489233975852?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2616382489233975852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=2616382489233975852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2616382489233975852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2616382489233975852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/cathartic-sidebarwhere-did-hope-go-day.html' title='A Cathartic Sidebar...Where Did The Hope Go? - Day 291'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3313500188735976732</id><published>2010-05-23T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:10:43.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Pineapple and Canadian Bacon - Day 291</title><content type='html'>Last night I made Mike one of his favorites - Hawaiian Pizza.  I picked up a large Take and Bake Cheese Pizza from Costco, a large package of Canadian bacon, and a large container of fresh pineapple spears.  At Costco, everything is LARGE!  Including my bill for the three items...$25.00.  With a third of my weekly food budget invested, I need to figure out a way to use all the leftovers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Mike would take care of the leftover pizza for lunch, but it was up to be to get creative with the Canadian bacon and pineapple.  A cookie perhaps?  Somehow I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For breakfast I made Mike a bagel sandwich with egg, cheese and Canadian bacon.  Dinner was an easy version of Chicken Cordon Blue inspired by the teriyaki chicken my mom was demonstrating at Costco.  I simply topped the frozen precooked teriyaki glazed chicken breasts with Canadian bacon and Swiss cheese and baked in a 350 F. oven for 20 minutes.  Served it with 90 second rice and a tasty salad and we were eating in no time.  Dessert was a Tropical Sundae made with caramelized fresh pineapple topped with a scoop of Butter Almond ice cream, a drizzle of chocolate sauce, squirt of whipped cream and a sprinkling of toasted pecans and toasted coconut.  Very tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this, I still had half a package of Canadian bacon and pineapple leftover.  Oh my!  I gazed into the fridge and freezer.  Maybe pasta tossed with Parmesan cream sauce, Canadian bacon and peas?  Pork Tenderloin with pineapple salsa?  Tropical Muffins with bananas, pineapple and toasted coconut?  All with items I already have.  This is fun!  Maybe another blog site idea...How To Eat Creatively For A Week On Three Costco Items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3313500188735976732?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3313500188735976732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3313500188735976732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3313500188735976732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3313500188735976732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/fun-with-pineapple-and-canadian-bacon.html' title='Fun with Pineapple and Canadian Bacon - Day 291'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3121156521890581795</id><published>2010-05-22T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:47:35.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Life Decisions - Day 290</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I received an early morning call from my son.  He had been thinking all night about his life and choices before him.  In the wee hours of the morning he made a major life decision and wanted my thoughts.  Problem was, I was so surprised by the call, I didn't know what to say.  Somehow I fumbled through with questions and opinions.  But mostly, I listened.  I listened to how he arrived at this point.  It made me very proud.  One thing he said stood out to me.  He said I had always taught him to go out and grab life...not to let it pass him by.  How could I argue with that sage advice?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was time to follow my own teachings.  To go out and grab what I want in life.  I've set a goal of having a business license by summer's end.  The fall would be the perfect time to set up shop at one of the local farmer's markets.  I can do this.  I will do this!  I think I just made a major life decision of my own.  Thanks Ryan...for setting a great example.  Thanks for listening.  Thanks for making me proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3121156521890581795?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3121156521890581795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3121156521890581795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3121156521890581795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3121156521890581795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/making-life-decisions-day-290.html' title='Making Life Decisions - Day 290'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-416286557296751557</id><published>2010-05-21T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:36:26.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Payback - Day 289</title><content type='html'>Cookie fairy drops yield amazing rewards!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I walked into my office I was greeted by a little gift sitting in the middle of my desk.  The Philadelphia Cream Cheese container covered in plastic contained a quite a treat.  The post it note attached said "To:  You, From: Shawn."  Inside was one of my most favorite foods...fresh picked blackberries.  Blackberries hand picked by Kat's fiance Shawn.  I ran into Kat's office to say thanks and found out Shawn had made a special point of picking these berries just for me as payback for all the cookies I send his way.  Thanks Shawn!  You made me a very happy girl.  This special package road around with me all afternoon and continued to fill me with happiness until the last of the precious berries disappeared into my mouth.  This is the Power of Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Mike and I ventured out for dinner to a new restaurant in Winter Park - Green Lemon Cafe.  It is a tiny, casual cafe that specializes in homemade crepes.  Urbanspoon reviews raved about the food.  My friend Kenda raved about the food.  The Orlando Sentinel raved about the food.  We had to find out what all the buzz was about.  The menu is simple with a variety of savory, sweet and dessert crepes in original or whole wheat.  Mike ordered the Turkey, Brie and Apple tucked inside a whole wheat crepe.  I ordered the Monte Crisco with ham, turkey, cheese and strawberry preserves also tucked inside a whole wheat crepe.  Both were very tasty and surprisingly filling.  The price was appealing as well...$20 for dinner for two including drinks.  We were too full to try one of the dessert crepes, but the Southern Comfort Crepe sounded pretty darn good - filled with peanut butter, bananas and chocolate sauce.  Yummmmmm, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-416286557296751557?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/416286557296751557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=416286557296751557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/416286557296751557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/416286557296751557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/payback-day-289.html' title='Payback - Day 289'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3929539740174981368</id><published>2010-05-20T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:20:27.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easing Into the Day - Day 288</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it seems like I have lived my whole life with a stopwatch around my neck.  Start the time.  Go!  Stop!  Do it all over again.  Seven days a week.  Eighteen to nineteen hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today would be different.  It had to be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rushed around getting ready for work, an "ah ha" moment came over me.  Look at how beautiful the house is in the morning light.  I rarely see it.  Always running from place to place.  Job to job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I saw it...in all its grungy, dilapidated, BEAUTIFUL splendor.  This was a moment that had to be captured.  A moment to savor.  I ran upstairs to retrieve my trusty IPhone from the charger and snapped away.  I wanted to be enveloped in the morning light like a hug that just won't end.  I had to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the fridge I went and grabbed the Greek yogurt fixins in my arms like Rachel Ray.  Fage yogurt, fresh raspberries, blackberries and Grape Nuts.  I grabbed the pitcher of iced coffee made last night and white chocolate mocha creamer.  From the cupboard I retrieved my favorite yellow bowl and spooned into it several dollops of the thick, rich yogurt.  Blackberries and raspberries were next.  Followed by a drizzle of North Carolina honey and a light sprinkling of Grape Nuts for crunch.  Back to the cupboard I went for a glass to fill with ice, good strong coffee and white mocha creamer.  How beautiful is this?!  I picked up my IPhone, snapped a picture and e-mailed it to Kat with a brief message.  I would be a little late this morning...taking a few selfish moments for ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3929539740174981368?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3929539740174981368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3929539740174981368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3929539740174981368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3929539740174981368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/easing-into-day-day-288.html' title='Easing Into the Day - Day 288'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-968490469850020579</id><published>2010-05-19T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:33:09.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Lonely - Day 287</title><content type='html'>Today was a busy work day filled with driving, meetings and cookie drop offs.  I even did a cookie drop to my husband Mike.  Then I headed home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home from Gainesville left me far too much time to think.  I reflected on my crazy, disjointed lifestyle and began missing Mike with each mile I traveled.  I dreamed of the day Mike and I could live together seven days a week under one roof.  I dreamed of menu planning for the week and cooking fabulous meals for the two of us.  I dreamed of entertaining friends on weekends...weekends that did not involve work at Costco.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap!  Back to reality I came.  Once again I would be eating dinner for one.  Dinner fixins in the fridge were sparse.  I had lettuce and ripe tomatoes from our burger dinner earlier in the week.  Hmmmmm.  I decided to do a "Half In, Half Out" dinner tonight.  The "Half In" part was a salad from the fridge fixins.  The "Half Out" part was a Chicken TropiChop from Pollo Tropical.  I poured a glass of ice coffee, prepped my tray and plopped myself down on the couch in front of the TV.  Sandra Rinomato from Property Virgins was my dining companion.  I like her, but she is no Mike.  I miss you Mike.  Friday evening cannot come soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-968490469850020579?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/968490469850020579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=968490469850020579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/968490469850020579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/968490469850020579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-lonely-day-287.html' title='A Little Lonely - Day 287'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3305763825168130579</id><published>2010-05-18T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:24:44.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Knot...Stress Not - Day 286</title><content type='html'>Whew!  What a roller coaster ride day.  I awoke with a knot in my stomach that no Greek yogurt breakfast could quell.  Once again money challenges got the best of me.  I was depressed...very depressed.  I felt frozen.  When I got to work I headed to Rich's office to go over a quote.  He asked how it was going?  I broke out in tears.  Why is it when you are feeling vulnerable, the most simple question sends a tidal wave of emotion that escapes out the eyes?!  Rich closed his office door and did his best to make me feel better.  He listened to my troubles, reminded me how fortunate I am and actually made me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left Rich's office more magic happened.  My cell phone had a voice mail message from The Commissary - a commercial kitchen available for rent.  I had sent an e-mail requesting info last night and Mark, the owner, responded with pricing and an offer for helpful info to get my cookie business started.  I was pleasantly surprised by the rental price.  It was actually within reach...if I got on my tippy toes and grew a few inches.  I called Mark and discussed license fees and got a clearer picture of just how much I would need to make my dream a reality.  Suddenly things didn't didn't seem so hopeless.  Happy Dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with my friend Sheri was next on the agenda.  We both love Italian and were in the mood for something different.  I checked out Urbanspoon on my phone and came up with the solution...Terramia Winebar Trattoria.  It was a great choice.  The food was delicious and the company even better.  It had been far too long since we had gotten together to talk and boy did we talk and talk and talk.  It was just what I needed.  Thanks Sheri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after work, my co-worker and friend Kat met me at PF Chang's for a free wine pour and appetizers.  PF Chang's was introducing a new wine, Vineyard 518, at 5:18 p.m. on 5/18 and the best part was it was free.  Free is a very good thing.  We ordered two appetizers from the happy hour menu at $4 each and an Asian Pear Mojito for "dessert". With my 10% Warrior card discount the bill came to $19 for a light meal for two.  Kat and I rarely get the chance to actually sit down and talk about anything but work.  Tonight was a rare gift.  Thanks Kat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What began with a stress knot in my stomach, ended with happiness in my heart.  Stress knot...stress not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3305763825168130579?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3305763825168130579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3305763825168130579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3305763825168130579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3305763825168130579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/stress-knotstress-not-day-286.html' title='Stress Knot...Stress Not - Day 286'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-8507980872817375006</id><published>2010-05-17T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:50:35.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazingly...Dinner at Home - Day 285</title><content type='html'>Mike and I seem to ride waves of dining out these days. We were long overdue for a home cooked meal.  Tonight Mike made a request.  He wanted a burger...a simple to make, tasty burger.  I could do that!  I stopped by the grocery store on my way home for burger fixins and fresh corn on the cob.  When I checked out I realized why we eat out at so often with Coupon Cory.  My tab for burger fixins for two came to $20.00.  Granted I have lettuce, tomatoes and sandwich thins left over for another meal, but another visit to the store will be required to complete it.  Unfortunately the tasty burger doesn't cook itself.  It doesn't run over and plop itself down in front of me ready to be eaten.  The burger pan and cooktop don't clean themselves.  And Mike and I don't talk like we do when we go out with Coupon Cory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this said...the burger was mighty tasty and the fresh corn amazingly sweet.  The added bonus was a burger bite or two was shared with Maddie.  And the couch was much more comfortable than any restaurant booth or chair.  So comfortable in fact, that I had a very difficult time getting out of it to write this posting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-8507980872817375006?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8507980872817375006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=8507980872817375006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8507980872817375006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8507980872817375006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/amazinglydinner-at-home-day-285.html' title='Amazingly...Dinner at Home - Day 285'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-7870851967091426624</id><published>2010-05-16T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:14:18.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Light, A Really Good Magazine - Day 284</title><content type='html'>The June edition of Cooking Light is filled with wonderful recipes for the summer months and several good articles.  One in particular peaked my interest.  The Healthy Living - Body &amp; Soul section featured a story of a Colorado woman who ventured outside her comfort zone. In partnership with a friend, Ashley Devery raised funds to build a school in Tanzania for educating girls.  The ribbon cutting was last November for SEGA (Secondary Education for Girls Advancement).  Twenty-eight Tanzanian girls walked through the doors of a brand new two-story building complete with classroom, desks, books and dorm rooms upstairs...all thanks to the efforts of two women.  Ashley's closing comments struck close to home for me - "This has been such a great lesson for me and for my kids.  I tell them all the time, go out of your comfort zone, that's where life is.  What do you have to lose?"  This is a woman I would love to meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I ate the entire piece of Lemon Mascarpone Cake from Polonia Polish Restaurant.  Once I took a bite, I could not stop.  It was absolutely delicious.  Now I understand the moans of delight from the table next to ours last night.  The mascarpone icing was light and creamy...much better than any cream cheese frosting I have ever had.  The lemon cake was moist and slightly tart.  The combination of the two...moan-worthy.  Mmmmmmmmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-7870851967091426624?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/7870851967091426624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=7870851967091426624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7870851967091426624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7870851967091426624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/cooking-light-really-good-magazine-day.html' title='Cooking Light, A Really Good Magazine - Day 284'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-2592202860867279215</id><published>2010-05-15T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:15:39.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite Holiday - Day 283</title><content type='html'>The anticipation was getting the best of me.  My new favorite holiday had finally arrived - National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day.  I couldn't think of a better way to commemorate the big day than by baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies to take to my Costco buddies.  When the alarm went off I was raring to go.  Well, maybe not raring...I pressed the snooze button 2 or 3 times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made dough for Toasted Pecan Chocolate Chip Cookies and Choc O Chips Cookies, but only had time to bake the Toasted Pecan before work.  I baked them, bagged them and headed out the door for work as a wine demonstrator and cookie fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del, Daniel, Pete, Liz, July, Mike, Maureen, Minerva, Phil, Nancy, Edith, Lili, Marsh, Cory, Boyce, Steve, Dixon, Ruby, Tom, Cissy, Justin, Leonard, Debbie and Paul were all visited by the cookie fairy.  The tell tale sign was the big smile on their face and the smudge of chocolate in the corner of their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike's taste buds were feeling kind of frisky tonight.  He suggested we visit Polonia Polish Restaurant.  We had seen it last night on our German adventure and happened to have a coupon.  So, Mike, Coupon Cory and I set out for a new eating adventure.  Polonia is located on 17-92 in Longwood in a converted fast food restaurant.  When we arrived the restaurant was full.  They pulled a table apart in the lobby area and down we sat for one of the best meals we have had in a long time.  Our server was a hoot.  She was stressed and overworked, but attentive nonetheless.  She helped Mike pick out a Polish beer that fit his palate and helped me with a Polish cherry wine.  For dinner Mike took the safe route with a Chicken Cutlet with mashed potatoes and kluski...almost an instant repeat of last night.  I ordered the Polish Sampler with Pierogi, Stuffed Cabbage, Smoked Kielbasa and Sauerkraut.  I don't know if it was the fact that the flavors woke up my taste buds from boredom or if the food was just that good, but I enjoyed every last bite of my meal.  My plate looked like it had been licked clean by Abby, the best dog ever.  The restaurant had a comfortable neighborhood feel.  The servers were definitely overwhelmed, but they kept us entertained with their stress filled frustration.  The case by our table housed a selection of homemade desserts.  I was full, but could not pass up a slice of Lemon Mascarpone Cake to take home after hearing the moans fo delight from the table next to us.  If you are in the mood for something different...something comforting...something well done, you have to try Polonia Polish Restaurant.  Entree prices range from $10 - $13.  Polonia frequently places coupons in local publications, so check them out.  Our coupon saved $6.00 on our meal. Suddenly I am in the mood to polka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-2592202860867279215?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2592202860867279215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=2592202860867279215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2592202860867279215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2592202860867279215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-new-favorite-holiday-day-283.html' title='My New Favorite Holiday - Day 283'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-6810104765244174689</id><published>2010-05-14T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T19:07:42.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Taste Buds - Day 282</title><content type='html'>My taste buds were in a rut and ready for new adventures.  I scanned Urbanspoon for dinner ideas to keep them entertained.  My only prerequisites were unknown territory and proximity to home.  I searched by neighborhood and came up with several choices - Green Lemon Cafe in Winter Park, the new Boston Fish House in Lake Mary/Sanford and Bavarian Restaurant Bar and Grill in Longwood.  Mike was the decision maker and chose Bavarian Restaurant Bar and Grill.  This little German restaurant got a 92% approval rating on Urbanspoon.  It offered a 10% off coupon on the site.  The reviews raved about the food and the service.  The only down side was the location.  It was located in an out parcel of a dingy shopping plaza.  We were a little hesitant to venture in, but very glad we did.  Our server greeted us as soon as we walked in the door.  "Are you ready for some delicious German food?" he said.  My taste buds certainly were, but my tummy was still full from a late lunch.  Mike ordered a Pork Schnitzel with Spatzle, Mashed Potatoes and a large German wheat beer.  I ordered potato pancakes with apple sauce and red cabbage.  The portion size was quite large and we were very glad we limited our order to just one entree.  Our server was right.  Bavarian Restaurant Bar and Grill does serve very tasty German food with friendly service in a homey environment.  Mike was happy.  My taste buds were rejuvenated.  Our wallet did not lose all its contents.  Life was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs and Happy National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day Eve,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-6810104765244174689?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/6810104765244174689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=6810104765244174689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6810104765244174689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6810104765244174689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/bored-taste-buds-day-282.html' title='Bored Taste Buds - Day 282'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-5504274767520992258</id><published>2010-05-13T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:46:16.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spreading The Hugs - Day 281</title><content type='html'>This morning began with a productive sales meeting and then I was off to Gainesville for work with a bushel basket of hugs.  Eliot, who works in my client's mail room, was the first recipient.  Unfortunately he was a little camera shy or I would have captured the huge smile on his face for posterity.  I couldn't pass up a stop to see my husband Mike.  He filled his lab coat pockets with hugs.  I got a kiss and a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next drop was to Larry, a future client.  We met to discuss his printing needs and I left a sample package with an added bonus - HeartSong Cookies.  Larry broke into the cookies the moment I walked out the door.  It was another successful hug delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with all the deliveries made, my basket was still overflowing.  I pondered my next move and decided it had been far too long since I visited my client Dan.  I picked up the phone and placed a call to see if a cookie drive by would make him happy. "YES!"  was Dan's answer, with no hesitation.  I parked illegally, ran inside for the drop off and got another huge smile in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was fun!  I could do this all day long.  No really, I could.  If money was no object...cookie fairy would be my career of choice.  So many cookies, so little time.  I headed to visit Lee, Scott and Lorraine.  More hugs.  More smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret was next on the list, but she was not home.  Her hugs were tucked inside her mailbox for a post workout surprise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I began the trek home to Orlando to rescue Maddie for a walk around the lake.  The evening was beautiful...warm, but not humid.  Maddie and I both benefit from the exercise.  Unfortunately Maddie is getting about as round as I am.  We definitely need to continue this tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had a few cookies left in my basket and decided I can never have enough smiles.  So off I went to drop off cookies to Vicky for her trip tomorrow.  I gave some hugs and got one in return.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final cookie fairy destination was a visit to my mom.  She greeted me with a cup of tea, a hug, a kiss and a big smile.  We sat and talked about "stuff", something we rarely do.  It was the perfect ending to an extremely fulfilling day.  COOKIE FAIRY...that title has a really nice ring to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-5504274767520992258?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5504274767520992258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=5504274767520992258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5504274767520992258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5504274767520992258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/spreading-hugs-day-281.html' title='Spreading The Hugs - Day 281'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-333087345992659711</id><published>2010-05-12T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:04:57.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for the Big Day - Day 280</title><content type='html'>Tonight on my way home I stopped by a Finch Paper cocktail party at Citrus in downtown Orlando.  It was an intimate gathering of mostly printing sales reps with a few designers sprinkled in.  I sipped on a glass of Merlot while catching up with old friends in the industry.  The appetizer buffet was impressive.  I sampled a lobster fritter, crab cake and flatbread pizza.  All were quite good and I wanted more, but Maddie was calling and she wanted to walk. I headed home still hungry...imagine that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie and I went on a brief walk.  Then I headed for the kitchen.  I warmed up leftover pasta from the weekend and plopped down on the sofa to ponder my evening endeavor.  Yesterday I discovered May 15th is National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day.  I decided I would use my evening to prepare for the greatest holiday of the year.  I whipped up a batch of White Chocolate Blueberry Pecan Cookies and Toasted Pecan Chocolate Chip Cookies and decided to spread the hugs throughout the week leading up to the big day on Saturday. On Saturday I want to experiment with a flavor combination I have had up my sleeve for a few months.  Of course, it involves chocolate chips with a few surprise additions.  Hopefully it will be holiday worthy.  As the kitchen is filled with the most intoxicating smell on the face of this earth...freshly baked, warm chocolate chip ccokies, I bid you good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-333087345992659711?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/333087345992659711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=333087345992659711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/333087345992659711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/333087345992659711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/preparing-for-big-day-day-280.html' title='Preparing for the Big Day - Day 280'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-6140892634970231459</id><published>2010-05-11T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:13:01.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming Out Loud - Day 279</title><content type='html'>This morning I received an e-mail from Pei Wei Asian Diner offering 25% off your bill if you placed the order online.  So, Pei Wei it was for lunch.  I ordered a cup of Thai Wonton Soup and (2) Veggie Spring Rolls for $4.95 including tax.  Pretty cool.  The online order placement was user friendly and the order was ready at the requested time.  A mobile option is also available.  Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in the parking lot eating my "thrifty" lunch I was slapped in the face by the state of our economy.  A young woman with a baby in tow motioned to me for help.  I rolled down the window to hear her plea for food.  She asked if I could go to one of the restaurants in the plaza to get something for her to eat.  She is living at the Salvation Army with her son, but missed a meal.  I pulled out $1.00 from my lean wallet and handed it to her.  She sheepishly accepted and extended her hand to shake mine.  "My name is Kimberly.  Thank you so much for your help!"  It may have been a scam, but somehow I think not.  I think the tears and panic in her eyes were genuine.  This is the "Power of Good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I met my good friend Dennis at The Catfish Place in Apopka for some good eats and dreaming out loud.  We got there early to take advantage of the early bird specials, but discovered an even better option.  On Tuesdays from 11:00 a.m. until 9:00 p.m. two can eat for $14.95 with the purchase of two beverages.  The list of menu item choices is impressive and the meal comes with your choice of two sides and hush puppies.  Dennis and I opted for the Fried Shrimp.  I ordered cheese grits and a salad...Dennis a baked potato and salad.  The service was friendly and prompt.  The bill put a smile on our face - $20 and change for a delicious meal for two.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As good as the meal was, the conversation was better.  Dennis and I discussed the next steps to take in bringing HeartSong Cookies to life.  I vowed to do the research on the costs involved including business license, insurance and commercial kitchen rental.  Even though I am a little tired of talking about the dream and want action, I do feel I move one step closer every day.  With the help of Mike, Dennis, Kenda and Vicky kicking me in the backside, my dream will become a reality.  For now, I have to be happy with dreaming out loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-6140892634970231459?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/6140892634970231459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=6140892634970231459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6140892634970231459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6140892634970231459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreaming-out-loud-day-279.html' title='Dreaming Out Loud - Day 279'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-3212093796554568816</id><published>2010-05-10T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T08:41:31.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Dessert First - Day 278</title><content type='html'>My work travels found me in Largo late this afternoon.  I could see St. Petersburg in the distance.  St. Petersburg means two things to me - the Tampa Bay Rays and the best gelato I have ever tasted in my life.  The Rays were in California, but Paciugo Gelato Cafe was still exactly where I left it over a year ago...at 300 Beach Drive in downtown St. Pete.  And it was calling my name.  I called Mike and told him I HAD to go on my way home.  I could hardly contain my excitement as I walked in the door to peruse the case filled with the creamiest, tastiest frozen confection flavors you will ever put in your mouth.  The person behind the counter offered me a taste.  I wanted to try every flavor, but showed a little restraint.  I tried Blueberry Sorbet with an intense fresh blueberry flavor, Mediterranean Sea Salt Caramel, buttery with the perfect salty touch and Coconut filled with an intensely wonderful taste of the islands.  I ordered a medium cup with three flavors.  I could not pass up my favorite flavors from last year...Pistachio, Chocolate Hazelnut and added a new favorite - Coconut.  To say it was AMAZING would be an understatement.  I honestly think I would drive 2 1/2 hours from Orlando to get a cup of this gelato.  It is just that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs and GO MAGIC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-3212093796554568816?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3212093796554568816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=3212093796554568816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3212093796554568816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/3212093796554568816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/eat-dessert-first-day-278.html' title='Eat Dessert First - Day 278'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-7490381281547641970</id><published>2010-05-09T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:05:51.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day for One - Day 277</title><content type='html'>Mike left early this morning for Jacksonville to attend the TPC golf tournament with my son Ryan.  The tickets Ryan received from his new job with the Jaguars were meant to be my Mother's Day gift, but I had to work.  So Mike was my stand in.  I got up shortly after Mike left and decided to embrace my aloneness.  After a call to my mom with Mother's Day wishes, I sat in a chair, put my feet up, painted my toe nails and took a deep breath.  Then I headed to Panera to pick up breakfast and ate in my mobile dining room at the Maitland Farmer's Market serenaded by dueling musical interludes of soulful gospel music and folk rock.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visit to my mom was next on the agenda before work.  I delivered a card, bottle of wine and a modest gift to my loving mom.  She was elated.  That is something I love about my mom.  You could give her a penny or pick a flower from the yard and she would make you feel like you just gave her a million dollars.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work at Costco was filled with post writing and lots of mothers with their kids.  It was strangely comforting since I couldn't be with my family.  And then more magic happened.  Vera, one of the CDS demonstrators, stopped by with a receipt.  She had gone to the front of the store and paid for a frozen mocha latte as a Mother's Day gift for me and a thank you for all the cookies I had given her over the last year.  There goes that wonderful "Power of Good" again.  I think Vera is long overdue for some more cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since watching a Food Network show this morning featuring Indian food, I have nurtured a craving for something spicy...Indian or Thai.  I invited my friend Kenda to join me on my spicy endeavor and she gladly accepted.  We met for dinner at Sea Thai, voted best Thai restaurant by the Orlando Sentinel for 2009.  We began our meal with Tulip Dumplings...delectable steamed dumplings filled with ground chicken and shrimp, corn and cilantro.  The presentation was beautiful.  We both chose a different type of curry for our entree.  I opted for Panang Shrimp Curry.  Kenda ordered Red Curry Shrimp.  They both were delicious...spicy, but not over the top.  The service was wonderful.  I think every server working tonight stopped by to check on us.  Our favorite was a young Thai gentleman with a smile as big as Montana and a gentle nod of the head.  Sea Thai is a well run restaurant that I would definitely recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike called on his way home from Jacksonville.  He and Ryan had a wonderful day together and you could tell by the happiness in his voice.  Surprisingly, I had a wonderful day as well.  The cherry on top was a card Mike presented to me from Ryan when he walked in the door.  The message warmed my heart - "Mom,  Everything I am today (well, almost everything) is because of you.  You have given me someone to look up to and strive to be.  No matter what I can always count on you being there for me.  I hope you enjoy living vicariously through me because it's going to be quite a ride!"  Ryan, I am enjoying every minute of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-7490381281547641970?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/7490381281547641970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=7490381281547641970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7490381281547641970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/7490381281547641970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-for-one-day-277.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day for One - Day 277'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-879793428742428643</id><published>2010-05-09T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:25:57.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partnership - Day 276</title><content type='html'>I love to entertain, but unfortunately lack of time and money prevent much partying from happening at my house.  The next best thing is helping others put together a party.  Today my friend Vicky and I did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I received an e-mail from Julie, a friend of a friend.  She was looking for help putting together a surprise 40th birthday party for her husband Tom and asked if Vicky and I would be interested.  Of course!  Getting paid for doing what I love with one of my favorite people was a no brainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with Vicky is a partnership made in heaven.  I like to cook and make things look pretty.  Vicky likes to clean and keep things organized.  I am stressed and frantic.  Vicky is as cool as a cucumber.  I like to interact with the guests.  Vicky prefers the shadows.  I am the perfect "ying" to Vicky's "yang".  We work...boy, do we work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up Vicky around 4:00 to begin our latest catering adventure.  We headed to 4Rivers to pick up the food Julie ordered to be ready by 4:30.  Here's where the stress kicked in.  The order wasn't ready.  The guests were arriving at 6:15 and the order wasn't ready.  I panicked.  Vicky calmed my nerves.  "We can only do the best we can do."  "Everything will be fine!"  she kept repeating.  Finally around 5:00 the food came out and we were on our way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the beautiful home of Julie's in-laws, Jo Ann and Lawson to stress attack part 2.  Julie bought the Sterno and racks as I suggested, but we had no pans for water to prevent the food from burning.  Yikes!  We had an hour to familiarize ourselves with a strange environment, put out cold appetizers, heat the warm appetizers for butler service and find a way to keep the barbecue warm.  I was stressed...very stressed.  I barked out orders to Vicky.  She calmly took it and did whatever I asked.  Julie's sister-in-law ran to Costco for pans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese cut and tray out - check.  Chips and salsa out - check.  Hot appetizers in the oven - check.  Everything coming together - check.  Stress evaporating - check.  Appreciation of my partner - check.  The pans arrived with the first of the guests.  The barbecue was saved.  Beer and wine started to flow.  Appetizers were passed.  Laughter filled the home.  Julie pulled off a wonderful surprise birthday celebration for Tom.  And we helped. Happy dance!  Finally around 10:15 with the last slice of birthday cake cut and the last dish washed, we headed on our way...very hungry and tired.  We headed straight for Cheesecake Factory for an appetizer dinner to celebrate success and a new partnership.  This is the start of something good.  This is the start of HeartSong Catering and Small Event Planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-879793428742428643?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/879793428742428643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=879793428742428643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/879793428742428643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/879793428742428643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/partnership-day-276.html' title='Partnership - Day 276'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-8263242048951884959</id><published>2010-05-07T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:28:00.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About the Dots and Crosses - Day 275</title><content type='html'>To me standing out above the crowd is all about the details...dotting the "i" and crossing the "t".  It is how I approach everything I do.  It is what I admire the most in other successful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my husband for example.  Mike pays attention.  I am still floating from the dinner he made for me yesterday.  He listened to the sadness and frustration in my voice and knew exactly how to make it better.  He remembered my favorite cake and baked it for me.  My favorite ice cream flavor was picked up at the store.  He served the delicious Hamburger Helper dinner on my favorite plate placed on my favorite wicker tray.  A glass of my favorite wine was poured and served with a frosted mug of ice water.  He paid attention to the dots and crosses.  Mike did this all for me and it made all the difference.  I will NEVER forget that meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-8263242048951884959?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8263242048951884959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=8263242048951884959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8263242048951884959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8263242048951884959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-all-about-dots-and-crosses-day-275.html' title='It&apos;s All About the Dots and Crosses - Day 275'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-5558964161111809825</id><published>2010-05-06T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:56:09.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew?! - Day 274</title><content type='html'>Who knew that bliss could be found in a plate of Hamburger Helper made by my husband Mike?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another one of those tough ones.  I found out my already challenged bank account was compromised by a double electronic draft by one of my creditors and it would take 4-6 weeks to rectify the mistake.  Uug!  This almost sent me over the edge.  Thanks to encouraging text messages from my brother and a calming phone call from my husband I jumped back onto solid ground.  I continued on my trek around Florida for work totally oblivious to the wonderful things going on in my kitchen while I was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband Mike does not like to spend much time in the kitchen.  He prefers to leave the cooking to me.  Unfortunately I also haven't felt like spending much time in the kitchen.  To humor me, Mike and Coupon Cory have accompanied me to many cheap dinners out.  Cheap, but not as inexpensive as carefully planned dinners made at home.  Carefully planned plates of bliss like the Hamburger Helper dinner Mike made for me tonight.  A $6.00 dinner that was better than any fine dining meal I have ever enjoyed.  Mike made Bacon Cheeseburger Hamburger Helper served with an amazing salad filled with all sorts of goodies found in our fridge and Hawaiian Sweet Rolls.  He had it all ready on my favorite tray when I walked in the door.  A glass of white wine and a frosty mug of ice water were waiting for me on the table.  I was giddy.  This meant more to me than he will ever know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when I thought the evening couldn't get any better...it did.  Mike came around the corner with the most beautiful thing I have seen in a very long time...well at least since I set eyes on the Hamburger Helper.  Mike had made a cake.  A cake just for me.  My favorite kind of cake.  Yellow cake with chocolate frosting.  I could not stop smiling.  But wait...there is more.  He went to the freezer and pulled out a pint of Ben and Jerry's.  Not just any Ben and Jerry's, but my favorite flavor...pistachio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this post tonight I am floating ten feet off the ground with a big smile on my face that just won't go away.  I am truly the luckiest girl in the entire universe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that bliss could be found in a plate of Hamburger Helper and a slice of homemade cake?  Mike did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs and kisses for my wonderful husband Mike,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-5558964161111809825?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5558964161111809825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=5558964161111809825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5558964161111809825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/5558964161111809825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-knew-day-274.html' title='Who Knew?! - Day 274'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-6260352650744254659</id><published>2010-05-05T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:11:19.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Loss And A Gain - Day 273</title><content type='html'>Most of you know I am a huge sports fan.  I listen to sports talk radio all day long as I drive the state for my job.  Today I was struck by the passing of the legendary Detroit Tigers broadcaster, Ernie Harwell.  I am not a Detroit fan and know very little about Ernie, the broadcaster.  What struck me was Ernie, the man.  Story after story came over the airwaves about what a good man he was.  He made EVERYONE he met feel important.  I loved the quote from the speech he gave to the fans as he retired from the broadcast booth.  "I may have been a small part of your life, but you have been a large part of mine."  Amen.  This is the Power of Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around my birthday last year I join a laundry list of restaurant websites and posted the info.  I think it is about time to bring out that list again.  Last week I received an e-mail from one the sites I joined - Bahama Breeze.  As an "Island Insider"  I was invited to celebrate Cinco de Mayo Bahamian Style from 5-7 today.  Insiders had to RSVP to attend and the perks included one free cocktail, complimentary appetizer buffet and a passport note pad with $10 gift card.  My husband, Mike and friends Kenda and Mark joined me in the celebration.  It was a great way for Bahama Breeze to thank its loyal customers for their business and an awesome way to enjoy an inexpensive evening out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the sites I have joined so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.bahamabreeze.com - Island Insiders&lt;br /&gt;www.olivegarden.com - Olive Garden Family Table Newsletter&lt;br /&gt;www.seasons52.com - Fresh Intelligence Newsletter&lt;br /&gt;www.redlobster.com - The Fresh Catch Club&lt;br /&gt;www.longhornsteakhouse.com - Longhorn's Western Hospitality Club&lt;br /&gt;www.capitalgrille.com - Emagazine&lt;br /&gt;www.brioitalian.com - Posta Toscana&lt;br /&gt;www.mimiscafe.com - EClub&lt;br /&gt;www.cpk.com - California Pizza Kitchen e mail&lt;br /&gt;www.maggianos.com - Maggiano's Little Italy E mail List&lt;br /&gt;www.sweettomatoes.com or www.soupplantation.com - Club Veg&lt;br /&gt;www.carrabbas.com - Amici Club&lt;br /&gt;www.houlihans.com - Email Club&lt;br /&gt;www.perkinsrestaurants.com - EClub&lt;br /&gt;www.arbys.com - Arby's Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-6260352650744254659?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/6260352650744254659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=6260352650744254659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6260352650744254659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6260352650744254659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-cinco-de-mayo-day-273.html' title='A Loss And A Gain - Day 273'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-761930679755839362</id><published>2010-05-04T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:23:51.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Text Them...They Will Come! - Day 272</title><content type='html'>Today I embraced my cash starvation and had fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was a very unhealthy sampling of tea cake shower remnants washed down with a cup of coffee from the McDonald's dollar menu.  Their coffee is actually quite good and downright great for the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was an equally unhealthy bowl of ramen noodle comfort and three Dove chocolates from Kat's chocolate drawer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the fun part.  The blog and cash starvation have inspired me to sign up for a variety of restaurant web sites and text message programs.  Mid afternoon I received a text message from one those programs.  Chick-Fil-A in Waterford Lakes sent a text message offering a free 8 pack of Chicken Nuggets with any purchase from 3-5 today only.  I frantically tried to get all my work done and bolted out the door about 4:40 to arrive just before 5:00.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you text them, they will come.  I was amazed at the turnout.  The drive thru line circled the building.  All parking spaces were filled.  To Chick-Fil-A's credit they handled the onslaught with grace and charm.  Apologizing for the brief wait and offering the usual "It's my pleasure!" when I said thanks.  My meal was a continuation of the unhealthy theme of the day - fries and unsweetened tea to go along with my FREE chicken nuggets.  The bill came to $3.38 and I was a very happy camper.  What a great marketing idea!  Chick-Fil-A got a piece of my business and I left feeling like I had won a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs and text treats,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-761930679755839362?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/761930679755839362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=761930679755839362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/761930679755839362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/761930679755839362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-text-themthey-will-come-day-272.html' title='If You Text Them...They Will Come! - Day 272'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-8261537966340987739</id><published>2010-05-03T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:51:57.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of a Maddie - Day 271</title><content type='html'>Maddie is our scared of everything dog.  Right now Maddie and I have a lot in common.  Today I let fear take over my day.  So much for my no fear mantra.  All I could focus on today was fear...fear of not having enough money to pay my bills...fear of failure...fear of change.  This is so not like me, but every so often I succumb.  Today I had the heart of a Maddie.  Tomorrow I will have the heart of a lion.  No fear.  No fear.  No fear.  I love you Maddie, but I don't want to be kindred spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-8261537966340987739?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8261537966340987739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=8261537966340987739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8261537966340987739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/8261537966340987739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/heart-of-maddie-day-271.html' title='Heart of a Maddie - Day 271'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-2215657287388135377</id><published>2010-05-02T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:41:36.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of a Lion - Day 270</title><content type='html'>Mike and I are notorious for sleeping in on Sunday morning.  Today was no different.  We slept until 10:00.  Ahhhhhhhh.  We REALLY needed it.  Too bad the extra sleep can't be stockpiled for our weekdays.  The only downside to sleeping in is it leaves little time for my favorite pastime - eating.  Mike was in the mood for a chicken biscuit.  So we headed to Bojangles in separate cars for a biscuit drop.  I bought the biscuits, dropped them off to Mike in the parking lot and headed off to work at Costco.  This is NOT the way to eat breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My afternoon at Costco was spent with friends...with a little wine selling thrown in the mix.  Beatriz stopped by.  The two of us could talk for hours and almost did.  Many cool things are happening in her life and that is a very good thing.  No one deserves it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Essam stopped by, a Costco customer turned friend.  What an interesting person.  Essam's brain is always working...always creating new ways to make money.  He is truly one of the best salesmen I have ever met.  He is a charmer.  Every time he stops by I get a treat...great conversation about his latest venture, followed by a sample of whatever he is selling.  Last time is was Colombian coffee.  This time, ladies clothing.  Essam has no fear of failure.  He is the perfect entrepreneur.  We discussed my personal business dreams.  One piece of advice Essam gave me will stick with me forever.  You must have a heart of a lion to succeed in business...no fear.  No fear.  No fear.  No fear.  Maybe if I say it enough, the fear will disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got butler service of rolled tacos at my demo table from Minerva the CDS demonstrator.  Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this working, catering and baking has taken its toll on my desire to spend any additional time in my kitchen.  So after work Mike and I woke up Coupon Cory and took him to Bahama Breeze with our $10 off any dinner entree coupon.  We sat at the bar and ordered Lobster and Shrimp Quesadillas and Salmon Pasta to share.  It was yummy, relaxing and I got to walk away from the dirty dishes.  Happy dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Essam, I have a new found heart of a lion.  No fear is my mantra.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs and no fear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-2215657287388135377?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2215657287388135377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=2215657287388135377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2215657287388135377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/2215657287388135377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-270-heart-of-lion.html' title='Heart of a Lion - Day 270'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584090247363244906.post-6811177148547552242</id><published>2010-05-01T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:34:32.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Job - Day 269</title><content type='html'>Today I took the day off from Costco to help my sister-in-law Kevina hold a baby shower for my niece Melissa.  We began around 9:00 prepping for the shower at noon.  Kevina was so all over the place like I normally am before a party.  It was like looking in the mirror.  I had to keep her focused and somehow with the help of her friend Debbie we pulled off one hell of a shower.  Unfortunately I left my iPhone at home so I have no pictures to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu was the perfect light lunch for goofy women playing baby shower games.  We served tea sandwiches filled with homemade pimento cheese spread, cucumber or chicken and cheese, phyllo cups filled with chicken salad, crab cakes, fruit kabobs, leek quiche, tea cakes, cookies and white chocolate cake.  I wish you could have been there as I watched a room full of women sniffing "poopy" diapers.  Kevina cut up pieces of eight kinds of candy bars, placed a piece in eight baby diapers, microwaved them, squished them, coded them and then passed them around to the guests.  They in turn had to try to correctly identify the kind of candy bar to win a prize.  Who comes up with these ideas?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa received everything she could possibly need to bring little Brayden into the world.  The girls had fun sniffing "poopy" diapers, avoiding saying "baby" and guessing how big Melissa's belly was for prizes.  Kevina was one proud grandmother-to-be.  And I was one proud catering assistant.  We had done a good job of making everyone happy.  Happy dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a full day of cooking, serving and cleaning, the last thing I wanted to do tonight was cook.  Mike and I headed to Four Rivers Smokehouse in Winter Park for dinner.  The line, as usual, was out the door.  We ended up having to wait for about a half an hour to order, but it was worth the wait.  I ordered a brisket sandwich with sides of smokehouse corn, barbecue beans and stuffed jalapenos.  Mike ordered the slider trio of brisket, pulled pork and pulled chicken with green beans, mac and cheese and barbecue beans.  We ate our feast at an outdoor picnic table with some friendly strangers.  It was the perfect ending to a really good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I did a good job today?!  I have only bragged to Mike about 100 times so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584090247363244906-6811177148547552242?l=diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/feeds/6811177148547552242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2584090247363244906&amp;postID=6811177148547552242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6811177148547552242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584090247363244906/posts/default/6811177148547552242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofcashstarvedfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-job-day-269.html' title='A Good Job - Day 269'/><author><name>Cash Starved Foodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16701738190893064041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJt3xsBPrMs/Sn7s4M_sevI/AAAAAAAAABA/jn1DLDfuGMY/S220/Cuteness+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
