Meet Izzy! She’s my 3-year-old trouble causing mini me. She’s crazy just like her momma. Anywho, I decided to take her out to 31 Baskin Robins for some good ole Friday night ice scream. I got her a kids scoop of cookies n’ cream. The first thing she did the minute I handed her the cup was to give it a side-eye. No joke. She pointed at it and demanded sprinkles on top. WTF!? Kids are so bossy. She also made it a point to have a specific kind of sprinkles added to her scoop or it was a no-go. UGH! Ok, so I caved and got her whatever she wanted. Sometimes, you just have to give in and in my case, I really wanted to dig in to my own ice cream.

Izzy's cookies n' cream with rainbow colored sprinkles

A close up of her almost done scoop

Cecy's Banana Royale with a scoop of jamoca & butter pecan with caramel, whipped cream and a cherry.

This is my go-to dessert. I never venture from this recipe. It took me about 2 years to get this combination just right. FYI, the night was cold but I decided either way to celebrate this Friday evening with my #1 girl.

FIN

Food for thought:

Izzy vs. Cecy

Izzy: 1
Cecy:0

Today we’re getting back into the grove of things by heading to one of our favorite Japanese noodle joints. RAMENYA! RAMENYA! RAMENYA! and YOGURTLAND for dessert. It’s Friday!!! Today is my day off from all that portion control crap.

Take a look

This is Nancy's dish. Can't remember what it's called.

This is Nancy’s go-to noodle soup. It’s got pork, I think and the usual ingredients. So delicious but not spicy for me.

Cecy's Kimchi Ramen

Oh, yeah!!!!!!! This is what I’m talking about. This is MY go-to bowl. The Kimchi Ramen. I think they made it extra spicy for me this time because I started to feel really light headed. Is that normal? The inside of my ears started to feel the burn too. Bring it on, Kimchi Ramen!

Like a trooper, Nancy killed it.

And here is Nancy’s dish. She, of course, was very proud of this. I think at this point, I was still eating my dish and was only 1/2 way done.

Their massive bowls. We approve.

I kid you not. These bowls are ginormous and are worth the $10. Pretty cheap, huh? Anyways, since we had plenty of time before we had to get back to our chains, we decided to go to Yogurtland for some dessert.

Do you see any yogurt i there?

I usually go with the following: green tea or vanilla yogurt topped with shaved almonds, walnuts, strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, kiwi, mango, mochi, condensed milk and graham cracker dust. Nancy goes the unhealthy route by topping her taro & coconut yogurt with…Nancy please elaborate in the comment section. My memory is mush.

This is my soupy yogurt.

Here is my soup from yogurtland. As I drove us back to work from lunch, my yogurt got all runny. It looks pretty disgusting but that didn’t stop me from eating this heavenly treat.

And this concludes our Friday. I mentally checked out right after my last bite.

Food for thought:

Eating the fat from meat is like chewing on your 5 gum.

What’s in your Field Trip Friday lunchbox?

Seen as Nancy and I share our lunches, she mentioned to me that she wanted me to make some of my pasta carbonara and bring it in for lunch some time soon. Thanks to Martha Stewart, I’m a “cook”. I made it my mission to cook up some Fresh Angel-Hair Pasta with bacon & peas and bring it in to work for Nancy to enjoy. Here are a few pictures of my version of Martha’s masterpiece I call “Cecy’s famous pasta carbonara” cuz her version is such a mouthful (pun intended! I’m such a nerd).

Cecy’s Famous Pasta Carbonara

Pasta shells. Cooked and drained.

Pasta sauce: 1 tbsp of butter, 1/4 cup of onions, a bag of bacon cut into 1 inch pieces, 1/2 cup of peas, 1/2 cup of half & half.

Before making the pasta sauce, I first thawed the bacon from its packaging and then cooked it on its own while the pasta was in the pot boiling to death. I then began to melt the butter into a pan and added the minced onions. I let them sweat it out for about 3-4 mins on medium heat and then I added the half & half to it along with the peas and bacon. I let that heat up for a few minutes until it started to bubble.

1 lemon

The recipe calls for the juice of 1 lemon and zest, but I skipped adding the zest to it because I knew Izzy (my picky, 3-year-old, eater) was gonna spit it out and throw the plate on the floor if she didn’t like it.

I squeezed the juice of 1 lemon into the pasta sauce to give it some kick. MS's recipe asked for lemon zest but I skipped that part.

It’s coming along now.

Once the pasta sauce was ready, I transfered that over to the shells. All you do here is mix everything together and add your final touch of parmesan cheese (1/2 cup). My cookbook says to top the pasta with the cheese, but I justed mixed it all in.

Mixing in the goodies.

It can get pretty messy in the kitchen. Thanks to TJ for picking up after this pig.

Serving it up in a fancy bowl from Target.

Oh, do you see that container above my left arm? HAHAHAH! That’s the leftover bacon grease. I didn’t know what to do with it so I put it in that container. I should make a candle out of it and burn it whenever I feel like smelling the delicious flavor of cooked bacon. Or just burn it to make my neighbors jealous of my so called cooking. Pretty disgusting, I know. I ended up tossing it cuz it solidified and turned milky after I got back home from the gym.

Enjoy! Try this meal at home. I know it looks really heavy, but if you’re like me…you’ll be good and do a portion controlled meal. It’s “TO DIE FOR”.

Here is today’s lunch:

Here is Nancy's plate of goodness.

VS.

And here is my plate. I HAVE WILL POWER! Mind over matter.

This stuff is GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! Nancy was wondering why I would deny myself the amount she had. I told her that I’ve had so much will power lately that I’m on a roll. Thinking about it…I’m seriously stupid for passing up on more of this AMAZING lunch. Ok, focus!

Anywho, we continued our food journey to the nearest Best Buy parking lot for some Mexican fruit in a bag. I’m pretty sure it’s not called a “Mexican” fruit cart, but I’ve lived in a heavily populated Hispanic neighborhood for about 21 years that I just considered them all to be “Mexican” fruit carts.

Look at that. It's like the rainbow, but in fruit form.

Look at that beauty. Just look!

Fruit in a bag....just like crab in a bag (see Shrimptacular Sunday to find out what I mean)

OMG! This baggie is like a spicy rainbow party in yo mouf.

THE END.

Food for thought:

When I talk to guys I yell at them. It’s cuz I’m shy and nervous.

What’s in your pasta carbonara lunchbox?

Today is like any other day:

1. I drop off the kid-o at day care.
2. I carpool to work with Nancy.
3. I get to my cubicle.
4. I switch my sunglasses to my regular glasses.
5. I turn on my computer.
6. Take a stroll to our pantry for my daily intake of Flavia (aka the worst free coffee known to man).
7. Then I take my sweet ass time getting back to my desk.

That there is my 9am-9:20am routine. Well, (this dumb dumb) I forgot to bring my regular glasses with me to work and left them in my car. Something I really need or I’ll look like a retard trying to read my monitor an inch away. So, I asked one of my co-workers to drive me back to Nancy’s place. Thanks for the ride, (co-worker’s name opted).

Anyways, here’s our lunch:

Nancy's Fancy orange chicken with brown rice and string beans

Chips & hummus

Nancy's fancy ZERO calorie drink.

And below is my lunch. Yes, I understand it’s not very exciting, but…ok, I won’t make any excuses. It’s pretty fuckin pathetic, but it’ll have to do. It’ll just have to do. I do have to say that I’m a little jealous of Nancy’s food. Look at that beauty. I wonder where she found the time to make this delicious meal. Well, here it is people. TRADER JOE’S!!! That’s it. That’s the secret.

Cecy's pastagna - leftover from 2 nights ago and a re-do of yesterdays lunch. UGH!

Food for thought:

There are 3 types of burps:

1. Base – Cecy has it
2. Heat – Nancy owns it
3. Liquid/moist – yet to name an owner (Are you that person? If you are, let us know. We’ll put you through some serious tests before we can make you official).

What’s in your hump day lunchbox?

Things you never knew about your *P.I.C.:

Today I found out that Nancy went to Italy about 5 years ago and had an amazing time there. I think she’s due to go on another trip soon. Don’t you?

Here’s what we had for lunch. Sorry to disappoint those of you who were hoping for another masterpiece/pdf of mine.

Nancy's Korean beef with potatoes & corn on the cob.

OMG! The beef and potatoes were amazing. The beef is from Trader Joe’s.

Her demolished corn on the cob. "It's like eating baby teef (the kernels) with my big teef"

Cecy's famous pastagna with spicy sausage leftover from Easter dinner & strawberries.

Here is Izzy's bento box I'm "borrowing" for my lunches. It's called portion control people. PORTION. CONTROL.

This bento box is pretty cheesy for a grown ass woman like me, but does it look like I care. What you think? No, not really. This little contraption is 5×3 and holds a ton of food. My lunch is like the size of a kids’ meal or a small appetizer. A co-worker of mine bet someone that it was mine. Of course, he was right.

DESSERT – was provided by Carol, a fellow foodie. THANKS SO MUCH!!! The Beard Papas really hit the spot.

1/2 vanilla, 1/2 chocolate cream puffs from Beard Papas

 

L to R: Carol w/ a chocolate cream puff & Petra w/ a vanilla cream puff

Ohhhhhh, yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Nancy is too beautiful to show her face. Hey, there's the chocolate cream puff right there.

I had way too much fun when dessert arrived. I’m like a little kid in a candy store when people surprise me with food or dessert. I think we all were. Actually, I think Petra was kinda busy in her office dealing with “work” (tee hee. She really was though) that right when I called her all I said was “Petra, can you please come to my cube?” She thought I was serious. Hahahah! We just stood around the box of Beard Papas ooohing and ahhhing and then we dug in like hungry wolves. Out of nowhere, Carol drips her chocolate cream on my carpet. I guess that’ll be a reminder of the good ole days. Although, now it’s looking very much like a spot of grease on the carpet.

Food for thought:

“I don’t eat the spam straight out of the can! It’s like having no class.” (This is all while Nancy’s eating her corn right off the cob and talking.)

What’s in your spam in a can lunchbox?

*partner in crime – watch “Role Models”

HAPPY EASTER, EVERYBODY! (Yes, I know it was yesterday, but I wasn’t online at all. So, happy belated?)

Today is back to work Monday. You can tell some people had a rough 3 day weekend as I got my 1st cup of coffee this AM. Whoa! They either came in really drunk this morning or with a bad hangover or just rolled out of bed from their 2 hour sleep.

Here’s what we had for lunch. Feel free to use your imagination because I forgot to bring my iPhone with me to lunch. You’re probably asking yourself “Why didn’t she just run down and get her phone”? Well, for those of you that don’t know me, all I have to say is that “I’m just way too fuckin’ lazy to walk anywhere” espcially if I have to leave my food unattended. I don’t trust people with my food. I do trust Nancy cuz she would expect the same from me, right? Right, Nancy. Just click on the below (it’s a pdf file) to see our Monday’s lunch.

Pass the sausage, please.

This pdf is brought to you by the not-so-talented, Cecy. I drew this piece of artwork in 2 minutes. It’s up for Sale in case you want to hang it over your toilet. I call it “Pass the Sausage, please.” Let’s start the bidding at $1.00US. Well, I guess you can always print it out for free. Shit!

Food for thought:

Here’s a little instant messenger convo b/t the lunchers. It’s a little bit about Mischa Barton’s legs to her ass and then on to FB. ENJOY!

 

Cecy (1:38:17 PM): wth is wrong with Mischa Barton’s legs? http://thesuperficial.com/2010/04/mischa_barton_understands_fash.php

Nancy (1:39:15 PM): nothing wrong with her legs

Nancy (1:39:25 PM): her problem is she has no ass

Cecy (1:39:31 PM): oh, there we go

Cecy (1:39:32 PM): LOL

Cecy (2:31:31 PM): i need a food for thought, nancy

Nancy (2:31:39 PM): hm.

Nancy (2:31:50 PM): here’s one that’s on my mind RIGHT NOW.

Cecy (2:31:56 PM): done with today’s post. going live in a few mins

Nancy (2:32:00 PM): WTF IS EVERYONE GETTING MARRIED & HAVING KIDS FOR????

Cecy (2:32:06 PM): LOL

Cecy (2:32:08 PM): perfect!

Nancy (2:32:09 PM): i’m on facebook.

Cecy (2:32:13 PM): really?

Nancy (2:32:14 PM): dude.

Cecy (2:32:15 PM): hilarious

Nancy (2:32:23 PM): this fucking social networking shit

Nancy (2:32:30 PM): it does nothing but bring me down

 

What’s in your Facebook status lunchbox?

 

For the past few months there have been days and even weeks when Nancy & I have eaten at our desks due to either her team working on revamping our company’s website (by the way, it’s really come a long way). And my department just working our asses off to meet our quotas. Here are a few solo dining moments of mine that I would like to share with you.

I think this is a pork taco from BOOL. I picked up this beauty on my way to the bank at Miracle Mile from one of the many food trucks parked right out front.

Here is another beef taco the week after to another bank visit. I forget what truck it is but it was at Miracle Mile.

Subway. I got our usual. Nancy & I always share a BLT w/ Avocado, extra bacon and a single line of mayo w/ black pepper.

Korean sweets for lunch. This was my lunch. Kinda sad. But hey, look at my view. Pretty nifty. That's the Century City Hyatt.

I skipped lunch a few days here and there because of work. I had nothing but coffee.

Spicy tuna w/ avocado on top of sticky white rice and kimchi.

We’ll keep you updated with our foodventures from work and our weekends outings. Hey, let us know of any places we should be trying in L.A. or its surrounding cities. We’ll be visiting Las Perlas in Downtown L.A. in the next couple of weeks to try out their specialty tequilas. One of my many favorite food blogs, Eating L.A., just recently posted this place and got me interested to checking this place out.

We can’t wait to hear from you.

Food for thought:

Deep fried or baked?

What’s in your dining solo lunchbox?

Thanks to Carol, fellow foodie, friend & co-worker, who was able to bring me a huge baggie of Korean goodies. You know, a way to these girl’s heart is food. Well, at least for me.

The assortment of Korean goodies: chips, candy, crackers, cookies.

A cookie-like shell with chocolate inside. I'm not a fan of chocolate but this was so delicious. This box didn't stand a chance.

And a few minutes later. Killed this box.

Hard candy with a bubbly flavor. Almost like having a sip of flavored soda in your mouth.

I’m pretty sure that day I skipped out on a decent lunch and went straight for the goodies.

Food for thought:

An assortment of goodies or a home cooked meal?

What’s in your Korean goodie lunchbox?

WTF is up with this weather?! You know…these forecasts are so far off these days. Hum. Lets see. Today is March 31, 2010 and all the weather people say that it was supposed to be pouring cats and dogs, but guess what, bitches! NO FUCKIN RAIN!!!

This is on my way in to work one AM. Come on you nasty weather. Make up your fuckin' mind.

Sunny or not? I dunno. You tell me.

This post has nothing to do with our daily intake of food. I just needed to vent about the weather. It’s really making my allergies act up. I can’t breathe, people.

Food for thought:

Lady Gaga

Nancy celebrated her birthday back in February. HAPPY BIRFDAY!!!!!!

Celebrating with a tasty drink.

In celebration of turning a year “younger”, a group of Nancy’s closest friends, including myself (DUH) had a bunch of drinks at some Karaoke club in K-town. Of course, I was fashionably late to this ball.

PLEASE FORGIVE THE MESS. THE PICTURES ARE TAKEN WITH MY IPHONE.

BTW, Nancy. You looked beautiful that night. These pictures don’t do you justice.

After karaoke, we went to an all you can eat KBBQ joint located on 6th & Western. What's the place called?

So mouth watering

I'm getting so hungry as I'm writing this post. Shit! I wonder if I have some leftover pasta in the fridge?

How fuckin' classy!

The night was a hoot. What else would you want? Here’s to good people, good friends, besties, singing off tune, cooking your own food and downing a ton of Vodka to celebrate your birfday.

Food for thought:

How much alcohol can you handle before you make a fool of yourself?

What’s in your birfday lunchbox? OMG! I’M SO HUNGRY!