Commitment Issues and Illicit Barnyard Trafficking

Watching “Julie & Julia” yesterday made me feel like a very naughty, naughty blogger.  Young Julie managed to get up early, write a blog, work a full day, cook Julia Child meals at night, and maintain a functional relationship.  And I?  I ain’t cooking no Julia Child (butter is the devil, Julia!) and I for sure as hell am not waking up early to write on my blog (as writing on my blog before caffeine might give you the impression that I’m functionally disabled).  However, if the slightly obsessive-compulsive Julie can commit to an entire year of Julia Child’s recipes (and nab a book deal out of it), I feel it is only fair that more-than-slightly anal Snarky commit to updating her blog every day for 30 days (and nab nothing other than a respite from Facebook status updates.  Certainly, it should be far more fun than giving up caffeine (epic fail), soda (moderately successful), carbohydrates (successful in very, very short bursts, like 15 minutes), and salt (you will have to pry my collection of gourmand salts from my cold, dead fingers).

So, Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah kids, for the next 30 days it’s going to be all Snarky, all the time.  Perhaps I shall become more pithy in short, controlled bursts.  Or, instead, daily sound bytes from yours truly could be a disaster of John Kerry-like proportions.  Only time and experimentation will tell.

Today, I would also like to note that I am grateful for the awesomeness that is Chipotle.  Fast, cheap, delicious, and requiring absolutely no work from me whatsoever.  And as a bonus, my inner tree hugger (really, there is one, she’s just very, very tiny) can feel good about the humanely-raised meat (until, of course, the eventual lawsuit that proves that Chipotle engages in false advertising to hide the fact that its cows and chickens are the victims of child-labor and illicit barnyard trafficking).  Nom nom.