Food to me is what shoes and purses are to many women. But instead of visiting a department store to fill a craving, I go to supermarkets and restaurants. When I want food, I want it now.

Oh, that sounded a little demanding. But I’m being honest here. Sometimes I get fixated on having a particular food and the next thing you know, I’m out the door. Such was the case with these Saba Bananas. I had heard about Turon, a Filipino snack of saba bananas coated in brown sugar, tucked into spring roll wrappers, and then deep-fried.

Because deep-frying is so much more interesting than eating these bananas as they are. Sure, they taste like regular bananas, but they also cost about 20 cents to 40 cents more a pound than them.

Anyway, back to my latest food-fixation story. I had heard about Turon, the fat little (you know what I mean) deep-fried bundles of goodness, and had to try them. So naturally I hopped in my car and drove to a Filipino restaurant 15 minutes away.

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Another recent purchase from the Japanese dollar store, besides the notebooks in yesterday’s post. Thing is, I rarely use coasters, preferring to use place mats instead. But that’s the beauty of dollar stores—buying crap you don’t need.

* I’ll resume food posts this coming week. A couple of hints for my next post: yellow and deep fried. Oh yeah.

I swear that I’m not really a 12-year-old girl. Although I sometimes act like one.

Sort of gives you the warm fuzzies, eh? I love food, but I love warm fuzzies, too.

Now please excuse me so that I can go eat a donut.

So I’ve concluded that Hello Kitty is a little evil. I mean, she looks cute.

And innocent.

She’s all, “Look at me, I’m adorable and friendly, shaking my thang in my lei and grass hula skirt.”

Then Hello Kitty convinces you to spend your hard-earned money on a whole lotta nothing, without saying a word.

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There is one surefire thing that sets me in a slight panic, and that is being asked to participate in a potluck. See, I’m definitely an eater, but I’m not much of a uh, cooker. And the thought of someone, other than a small group of relatives and friends, eating my cooking sets my heart racing, and not in a good way. But Internet, I don’t know what it is about you. You’ve got me telling you things I’ve told few, if any, others.

But rather than just confessing another bit of nonsense to you today (wait, I just did that), I’m going to show you something I’ve never showed anyone before—a photo I took…of something I cooked. Gulp.

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