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Wizard Battle!

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In honor of my bossy uterus, we had cheap greasy delicious pizza on Saturday night. In honor of Harry Potter, we had a special request for the delivery driver:

For all his protests, I think it’s still a pretty sweet wizard battle. I mean, the hats clearly indicate that they are wizards, and there’s magic of some sort being shot out of a wand, and there’s even dramatic tension as one side falls to the other. Well done, Dominos driver! For all of my past loathing of their pizza, Dominos has really won me over with this “do everything possible to please the customer” business. While I have other late night pizza options, none of those other places will draw nonsense on the box based on my whims.

Berry Lemonade Cupcakes

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I recently made Berry Lemonade cupcakes to celebrate a friend’s birthday, and they’re even tastier than they look, which I feel is saying a lot. The cupcake base almost tasted less cake-y and more sweet muffin-y, which I liked as I find a lot of cupcakes to be too oily. You can get the recipe at Sunshine and Carousels.

XXXtreme Burger

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A few weeks ago, we celebrated a friend’s birthday with some late night karaoke madness. After an evening of belting out some of the worst songs the eighties and nineties had to offer, I awoke missing a large part of my vocal range, and decided that the only thing that could possibly fix me was a giant root beer float from XXX.

 

 And since we were there, we might as well eat something…after all, their food couldn’t possibly be the size they claim it is, right?

…God help me, what have I done? Who needs a burger covered in ham, bacon, and a hot dog, smothered in cheese and grilled onions and some sort of sauce that hastens one’s death? On the other hand, it was delicious.

And who doesn’t need a burger covered in ham, bacon, and a hot dog, smothered in cheese and grilled onions and some sort of sauce that hastens one’s death roiling around in one’s stomach while one is attending the ballet later that evening, causing one to sweat and grip the sides of one’s chair and pray that the discomfort will pass? Hypothetically speaking?