Sunflower Seeds are Little Drops of Sunshine

I get on these strange food kicks, where I only want one type of food all the time. It happened with baked potatoes, Greek salad, chicken sausage pita sandwiches, soup, Golden Spoon frozen yogurt, Ruffles potato chips dipped in cottage cheese, and so on. Today it’s sunflower seeds. I feel like I’m supposed to be on a tractor when I eat these, either that or watching a drag race. There’s all this cracking and spitting, and it’s not very lady like. But I keep coming back for more salty goodness. I eat them until my lips get wrinkly and my fingers get little salty blisters, that’s when I know I’m all done.

This morning I opened a fresh bag of sunflower seeds and started cracking. Oh the joy! Sunflower seeds in the morning! My husband looked at me like I was loosing my mind a little bit because I was so gleeful while I cracked and spit. I should have been eating a bowl of nutritious cereal and a halved grapefruit with mild sprinkling of flax seed–but no, I opted for sunflower seeds instead.
This seed obsession started way back when I was just a little girl. I watched my dad crack sunflower seeds while nestled comfortably in his famed barcalounger watching some 2-star movie on HBO. I would grab a mug from the kitchen and sit with him, and together we’d crack sunflower seeds while watching Weekend at Bernie’s 2.
I also remember taking a generous handful of sunflower seeds and retreating to my room as a little girl to make the most amazing drawings you’ll never see on my chalk board. I placed the seeds in a heap next to my chalk and began cracking as I drew elephants roller skating. I accidently took a piece of chalk in my hand and threw it into my mouth as if it were a seed. I munched it hard and was disheartened when I realized instead of a salty little seed, I got a mouthful of dust.

So this morning I poured myself a cup of coffee and had another cup to spit my empty seed carcasses into. I was extra careful not to mix the cups up, as I was known to do: the one on the right is for drinking, the one on the left is for throwing your regurgitated shells into–easy, no?. But sure enough, I went to take a sip from my coffee mug, and found little seed shells floating on the top–I just fished them out and took a nice long sip…yum.

Favorite Foods

I was looking back at my old posts, and realized that I write about food often. This is probably due to the fact that I like food. Most of my favorite types of food have sugar in them. Sugar is my favorite. I adore sweet things, but strangely, I don’t like it if things are too sweet. I am picky that way.
Here are some of my favorite things to eat:

Frosted Doughnettes by Hostess. I like them refrigerated and soaked in milk. Oddly enough I don’t like bakery doughnets (uck).

things wrapped in bacon

cheese: feta, brie, goat, camembert, gruyere, cheddar, monterey jack, mozzarella

homemade chocolate chip cookies fresh out of the oven with walnuts, and if they’re not fresh out of the oven, I like to microwave them until they get all gooey and sizzle a little bit… but not too much sizzling, because then you’ll scorch them-and no one wants a scorched cookie. I find that half a minute usually does the trick for three cookies.

Bread. I love the bread restaurants give you while you wait for food. This is good for several reasons. 1) you get hungry 2) Bread tastes nice 3) boredom.

I like multigrain rolls and sourdough the best.

I like chocolate, and no Russel Stover from crap from CVS, I like the classy stuff. There is a little shop in Paris called Laduree that has amazing chocolate (I went to like 5 different chocolate shops, and diligently whittled my preference down to this one amazing shop).


And there is a chocolate shop in the Wynn Hotel in Vegas that was pretty good. And there is a place in Fashion Island that’s called Teuscher. They have a champaign truffle that made Oprah do inappropriate things on her show while she ate it.

I really like hot chocolate–especially the real hot chocolate, which is melted chocolate poured over a tiny bit of hot milk.


And I love myself some cupcakes, or any types of cake for that matter. But I’m not too big a fan of frosting. I find it’s too sweet. I don’t scrape it off or anything crazy like that, but if there is too much, I generally leave it on the plate, and after 5 minutes I mush it around with the cake crumbs and zone out while I make interesting shapes–kinda like a zen garden, but for someone with a brain of a 6 year-old.

I like salads and healthy food too–I swear.