I’m not done with writing about Omaha Steaks. A pack of dinner conversation cards came with the frozen food. I pulled one out that asked, “What’s the best Superbowl commercial ever?” I flipped over the card, thinking it was the answer. “Baseball or football?” I guess that’s what I would say.

I didn’t see a price on this Cinnabon Lip Balm from Lotta Luv, but it rang up at 59cents at my Duane Reade. They had other flavors like Tootsie Roll, Twinkies and Dairy Queen. It doesn’t quite smell like Cinnabon, but it did make my leftover veggie stew taste sweet like I put a packet of Splenda on it.

I got this in my inbox –a rap written for me and my food blog by two girls Matt and I met at the Brooklyn Meatup last week.

“food blogging gone horribly wrong”

hanging out wednesdays, gnawing on meat,
check out those chicks, don’t they look sweet?
shot down baby, ain’t no love connection.
that’s a-ight, girl, it’s good for the digestion.

cupcake’s got a kimchee dog, cabbage in her teeth,
scruffy’s swillin’ greyhounds, served to her by keith.
archie’s up in cupcake’s mug, sniffin’ for a kiss,
cupcake’s smacking gum, says “you want a piece of this?”

kimchee breath: melting that moustache
kimchee breath: smells worse than a fart
kimchee breath: why you do this to me, baby?
kimchee breath: girl, you’re breaking my heart.

-scruffy jill (and cupcake katie, by way of cc)

Kimchi on a hot dog from Asia Dog