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I Need Therapy

Posted on May 24, 2013 by LFFL

Me with a cinnamon-roll-stuffed mouth.

So what do you do when it’s clear you have a serious problem? You should get some therapy. I, obviously, have a daily sickness and am in dire need of a Cinnamon Rolls Anonymous Group. I have to have these practically daily and I clearly freak out when they’re not available. My friends talk about me all the time.

Have you noticed something about this particular picture? The reason you can’t really see the bottom 3/4″ of the cinnamon roll itself is because there’s at least a 3/4″ pool of frosting it’s lying inside. And, yes, I did ask for it. Not the 3/4″ per se, but for “lots” of frosting as per usual. They know how I roll at my local diner and they clearly love me.

Look at that pool of frosting!

Now, my hometown diner does not normally drown these in frosting as the normal standard. Oh, no. It’s only when I come through the front door that they know they’ll be standing over the frosting bin for a while. Yeah, it’s sad—they know my name. And the ones that don’t call me “that girl” when they talk about me.

One customer that was there before me told them to put her cinnamon roll frosting in ‘a little container on the side.’ My eyes never got so big! Obviously, my brain couldn’t even begin to comprehend what that meant. The word ‘little’ threw me off and ‘on the side’ didn’t register. I tried in vain to understand that line of thinking and finally just gave up.

The poor soul who stood over the frosting bin forever.

So, if you have nothing else to do today, get to the cinnamon roll line before I do to make sure you’re not behind me. Otherwise, it could take a while—and you may possibly end up with a cinnamon roll with no frosting.

Take-Away Life Lesson: Admit when it’s time for you to ask your friends to stage an intervention on yourself.

Your Car Is Not A Dining Table

Posted on March 25, 2013 by LFFL

For some reason, my car keeps making a pit stop at that wonderful hometown diner after I leave work each day. And by ‘pit stop’ I mean literally 10 miles out of my way in the opposite direction from the way I go home each day. But that’s neither here nor there.

This is Bread Pudding Monday and I’ve been craving a piece all day. So I plan to take one home with me to eat while I relax. Then I run inside and grab two for the road. How does that happen?

But I always need an extra one on hand because it’s a WHOLE 7 days before Monday hits again for that bread pudding. So I settle in the car, bread pudding in the bag next to me, and head home. I could smell it wafting through the car. I could practically taste it. So I had no other choice.

But just because you can’t wait to get home to eat your bread pudding to-go doesn’t mean you should set up a dining area in your car while driving like I did, people! Still searching for the one bite that fell off my fork and rolled God knows where.

Don’t try this anywhere, guys. I’m clearly a bad example.

So, if you have nothing else to do today, you’re more than welcome to help me look for that bite in my car—OR better yet, find a local hometown diner you can make a ‘pit stop’ at after work each day that’s 10 miles plus out of your way.

Take-Away Life Lesson: Eat the bread pudding AT the restaurant OR pull the car over, set up shop, and go to town on the bread pudding in a NON-moving vehicle as the other cars stare at you in disbelief (or jealousy, is what I think).

Are You Kidding Me? No Cinnamon Rolls?!

Posted on February 25, 2013 by LFFL

So I drove ALL the way to my favorite hometown diner earlier today to get some things for tomorrow’s 30-foot snow shut-in—a French vanilla cappuccino, 2 slices of that fabulous bread pudding, and a huge cinnamon roll as per usual that I can warm up tomorrow in the microwave to eat while drinking freezing ice-cold milk in my PJ’s while watching TV under a blanket on the couch.

The scenario played out so well in my head during the drive out there. Sooooo, where are all the freaking 6″ x 5″ x 2″ cinnamon rolls that belong on the top shelf here?!!! It was only 6:00pm and the snow flurries had only just begun.

Well, the possibility of a 30-foot snow shut-in apparently terrified the crew enough to stop production of the cinnamon rolls just in case they had to evacuate and head home before the snowstorm. Chickens!

What?! You can’t just stay open without the cinnamon rolls. It’s like McDonald’s staying open without hamburgers. Just shut the whole place down, if that’s the case. Because why stay open at all? I mean, people make ‘pit stops’ 10 miles out of their way just for the cinnamon rolls for crying out loud! Hello!

Naturally, I had a discussion with the manager about my ‘pit-stop’ drive and the main reason I came out there and my utter disbelief. At least they gave me my cappuccino free for my troubles. I still want a cinnamon roll.

So, if you have nothing else to do today, let’s see if we can’t figure out how to get me one of these cinnamon rolls before the storm kicks in!

Take-Away Life Lesson: Never get too happy before it’s time. You’ll only disappoint yourself. Ugh!

I Luuuuvvv A Good Breakfast

Posted on February 21, 2013 by LFFL

Biscuits & Scrambled Eggs smothered in gravy; fully loaded Hash browns with green onions, bacon, and cheese; Pancakes with whipped butter and maple syrup; and a super large 6″ x 5″ x 2″ Cinnamon Roll loaded with frosting.
(Of course, I can never go to this place without getting a cinnamon roll.)

So, you all know I pretty much dig my local hometown diner because of those cinnamon rolls (among other things), right? Well, I took myself out for breakfast one fine day and this is what I ended up with at the very same diner. Who knew? I just love me some breakfast! I could eat it anytime 24 hours a day. And I never worry about having someone to go with because I have no problem eating out by myself. It’s awesome.

On another beautiful outing, my breakfast consisted of:
Pancakes with whipped butter and maple syrup; a 5-Way Grilled Cheese Sandwich with Swiss, Monterey Jack, Cheddar, Parmesan, and American cheeses on thick-cut egg bread; Ham & Egg Biscuit Sandwich with Cheddar cheese; and loaded Hash browns with bacon, green onions, Swiss & Cheddar cheeses.

And, YES, this was all for me. I wish people would stop asking me that like this is so abnormal. What kind of eating are you doing, anyway? You’re not living and enjoying life too swell if you’re not eatin’ like this!

So, if you have nothing else to do today, go grab a big breakfast by yourself at your local hometown diner and order a minimum of 5 items for yourself, eat, and enjoy.

Take-Away Life Lesson: Ignore all the people staring at you and your food in disbelief when they expect a 2nd and a 3rd person to join you and then realize no one else is coming. I do. Mind your biz.

Now That's What I Call A Cinnamon Roll!

Posted on February 14, 2013 by LFFL

Boy! It was a sad state of affairs when I discovered this sugary, doughy goodness at my local home cookin’, hometown diner—a massively huge 6″ x 5″ x 2″ fresh, warm cinnamon roll that I personally asked to be drowned in a pound of frosting. A sad state of affairs because I now have to have a cinnamon roll practically every day. My car just won’t stop heading in that direction.

I mean, once you’ve had the best (of anything, for that matter—cars, furniture, clothes, food, spa services, men, and whatnot) it’s hard to go backwards in time to what you were getting before. Like previously, every once in a while I’d buy a cinnamon roll from the cafeteria at my job when the mood hit. Well, that won’t be happening anymore, people, since I discovered what a real cinnamon roll is supposed to look, feel, smell, and taste like.

In comparison, the cinnamon rolls in the work cafeteria are small, hard, and don’t taste anything like this yummy goodness. And to imagine, I actually thought they were the bomb-diggity at one time only because I had no idea my hometown diner had much better ones. So now when I peruse the baked goods at work, I can hardly look at the cinnamon rolls they look so pathetic. I walk right on by because I know where the real deal is, baby.

So now I buy these fresh, soft, ginormous cinnamon rolls like clockwork, take them home, warm them in the microwave, and go to town with a side of freezing ice cold milk.

So, if you have nothing else to do today, try to locate a fresh, soft 6″ x 5″ x 2″ cinnamon roll in your neck of the woods and have them throw in a foot of frosting.

Take-Away Life Lesson: Never go back to less than the best once you discover something better out there.