Monday, August 21, 2006

Quaker breakfast cookies

as is visible in the adjoining photo, these droopy Quaker breakfast cookies don’t have much going on in the, how to put it, erection dept. but hey here’s a cookie for someone who likes ‘em xtrasoft & loaded w/ high-fructose corn syrup, currently being fingered for obesity in this country. There’s no way to fathom the thinking behind this thing. Maybe breakfast BAR sounded too healthy? It’s not even a great nutrition deal w/ 15% of various vitamins, 34 frigging carbs, & about 8,000 maltodextrins, modified wheat starches, propylene glycol diesters, etc etc etc. it’s depressing quaker even made this.

This is not brand new but since quaker’s blog-savvy publicist sent these out to a bunch of food blogs, nyce joins impulsive buy in a joint post today. Synergy!

24 Comments:

At August 21, 2006 11:49 AM, Blogger Kirk said...

Those not only look like they have erectile dysfunction...they look like something Twisted Pup might have left in the backyard!

 
At August 21, 2006 12:05 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

The cookie is confusing. Is it supposed to be round and flat?

 
At August 21, 2006 12:56 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Twisted: does that include bagels with cream cheese?

 
At August 21, 2006 1:24 PM, Blogger Kirk said...

Friends don't let Friends eat bad breakfast food.

 
At August 21, 2006 2:09 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

surely clairevoyant knows that bagels are no more jewish than french fries are french

 
At August 21, 2006 3:05 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Soof: I quote:
"The bagel is a Jewish bread, apparently originating in South Germany, migrating to Poland and thence to North America where it has become the most famous and archetypal Jewish food. Its name derives from the Yiddish word 'beygal' from the German dialect word 'beugel,' meaning ring' or bracelet.' "---Oxford Companion to Food, Alan Davidson [Oxford University Press:Oxford] (p. 49)

 
At August 21, 2006 3:06 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

just like french fries are french, hee hee

 
At August 21, 2006 3:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh my, clairevoyant drags out her oxford companion to food! pullin' out the bazooka! yeah baby! what next: a blessing on NYCE from a rabbi?

as clairevoyant perhaps knows (or will definitely discover soon), der bagels in texas are pretty damned white-bread

 
At August 21, 2006 3:44 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

soof:son-of-clairevoyant is enjoying the real thing in the big apple.

so, tg, can you tell us how these taste? huh, huh? i noticed "the impulsive buy" blogger did a semi-review including the opinions of coworkers. any input? any at all?

 
At August 21, 2006 4:04 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Someone said there's an article here about us?

 
At August 21, 2006 5:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

here's an interesting search that brought a recent visitor to NYCE. sure hope they've found what they're looking for here

 
At August 21, 2006 5:37 PM, Blogger Twisted Dog said...

I MERELY VOMITED FROM READING DOG KILLER'S POST. NOTHING UNUSUAL ABOUT THAT.

 
At August 21, 2006 10:28 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've been tempted to try these, but now I think I'll pass. Thanks for saving me a couple of bucks.

 
At August 22, 2006 10:56 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Come see why ms.ery is ms.erable. Her "estate sale" starts this weekend == and continues on next weekend. There's a house loaded with junk, funky stuff and some nice stuff, plus those 3,000-plus cookbooks I already told you about. Not sure which day it will start, Thursday or Friday, but check the ads in DMN. It will will be the one run by Ralph Willard (who if you ever need an estate sales manager is Dallas' best). Ad will probably describe the contents as the "possessions of Waltrina Stovall," which is bound to make lots of people think she died. Also, Ralph fibbed a bit in the ad; he knows Waltrina has a second house, which is almost as crammed with suff (but a 1,000 or so fewer cookbooks). If you miss this sale, maybe you can make one there later in the year.

Address is 5614 Richmond Ave., off Greenville about 4 doors west of Dodie's seafood. Almost everything that was in the house that wasn't nailed down is for sale, though Waltrina did keep some underwear, personal mementoes, and a handfull of other things.

So come buy and see me.

 
At August 22, 2006 1:43 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Twisted: am so sorry you will miss this sale. Maybe you can make the second one, which I hope to have in October.

 
At August 22, 2006 1:44 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

did I just call myself ms. marple? getting for this sale is addling my brain.

 
At August 22, 2006 2:29 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Glad to hear that Waltrina kept some underwear. Where would a gal be without 'em?

 
At August 22, 2006 3:26 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

The best part of Dodie's, besides the food, and which has nothing to do with sagging cookies, underwear or cookbooks, are the signs inside. The best one being "Unattended children will be given two shots of tequila and a free puppy."

 
At August 23, 2006 7:16 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

How come Waltrina Stovall and Ebbie Halliday are never in the same room at the same time?

 
At August 23, 2006 7:53 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Twisted Link used to drop by a lot for my fish po'boy, back when he lived in the neighborhood.

 
At August 23, 2006 10:21 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Estee: I have been in the same room with Ebbie, years ago at her manse on Preston and Northwest Highway. I was writing a DMN story.

I don't understand what's behind your comment, however. Should I be insulted? Ebbie's home was very clean and spacious. Nothing like my packrat places.

By the by, the estate sale opens Friday. 10 a.m. to 6 p.m.

 
At August 23, 2006 12:17 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

We miss you oodles, Twisted Link!

 
At August 23, 2006 1:42 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Darh-ling, I meant that we're all old, rarely see in public, and at least one of us is dead.

 
At August 23, 2006 2:01 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's tough to see anywhere, much less in public, when you are dead, Estee.

 

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