Today on Gourmet.com, I’m eating at the new Pike Street Fish Fry. Short review: it’s great.
[First Taste: Pike Street Fish Fry](http://www.gourmet.com/restaurants/2008/05/firsttaste_pikestreet)
> Would you take a date to Fish Fry? Well, how pierced is your date?
Is there, say, a German word that means “wanting something you know will be disappointing”?
I’ve been drinking the same instant cocoa for years, Swiss Miss Chocolate Sensation. Recently they changed the name to “Swiss Miss Indulgent Collection: Dark Chocolate Sensation,” and put a photo of a hot girl drinking cocoa on the back.
Also on the back, I eventually noticed, is a teaser for the other Indulgent Collection flavors. One is French Vanilla, which doesn’t interest me. The other is Mocha Cappuccino. Doesn’t that sound great? I know exactly what it will taste like: instant coffee with anemic chocolate flavor. I’m totally buying it the first time I see it.
Today on [Serious Eats](http://www.seriouseats.com/):
Cooking With Kids: Baby Food Blender
> In fact, if you don’t have a baby but feel the need for something in your life that is small, adorable, and noisy but not especially useful, this could be just the ticket—and it’s much cheaper than an actual baby.
What do you use for handwashing dishes? I’ve had the same favorite sponge for years, the SOS blue. But I’ve been changing my dish soap regime. For a while I used whatever big jug they had at Costco. Then I realized I was tired of hoisting the big jug a dozen times a day. I could have decanted it into something classy, but my name isn’t Martha. So when I finished the jug, I tried the alluring curves of Method dish soap, which was on sale at QFC.
Big mistake. The alluring curves slip out of your hand if your hand happens to be wet or soapy, and it smelled like being hit on the head with a cucumber. So I went on the hunt for an unscented dish soap. First I tried Seventh Generation, which I was too dilute. Now I have a bottle of Planet Ultra, and it seems perfect: plenty sudsy, no smell. It’s enough to make you wonder why they started scenting dish soap in the first place.
Further updates on this saga as events warrant.
Iris convinced me to buy a box of Jelly Belly Bean Boozled, where you never know whether your jelly bean will be licorice or skunk, café latte or ear wax. (Some people, I realize, would have a hard time choosing between licorice and skunk.)
I consented to eat them until I got one of the vomit-flavored ones. Iris wouldn’t try any. While I was throwing away the rest, I looked at the box and laughed, realizing that the most granolified pure foods person would surely be delighted to know that this product is…
NATURALLY AND ARTIFICIALLY FLAVORED