<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942708819007571819</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:28:29.046-07:00</updated><category term='curry'/><category term='R.I.P.'/><category term='mother&apos;s cookies'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='food'/><category term='utah'/><category term='mexican'/><category term='mexicali'/><title type='text'>Fat Girls Guide to Eating</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942708819007571819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17378025882312994469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBLMlCOFdXs/TEnc3ZpsrSI/AAAAAAAAACs/vs4jllUp8dc/S220/menew.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942708819007571819.post-1092429081161221412</id><published>2009-06-02T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:50:53.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noteworthy...</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Fields brownies should not be overlooked. What a delightful treat. Special is buy 2 get 1 free (obviously had to do it), so I got one regular chocolate and 2 peanut butter yumminess. Don't worry, planning on giving the third to my roommie...if my class tonight doesn't get the better of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942708819007571819-1092429081161221412?l=fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/feeds/1092429081161221412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942708819007571819&amp;postID=1092429081161221412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942708819007571819/posts/default/1092429081161221412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942708819007571819/posts/default/1092429081161221412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/2009/06/noteworthy.html' title='Noteworthy...'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04299478234737330897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7De9ItJKzzY/Sj1zXYCWZ_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/XEF3hWLFnLk/S220/nose+ring2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942708819007571819.post-8057620844501620648</id><published>2009-05-19T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:05:09.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Slight Disappointment on the Foody Front</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;eatings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; in Utah this past weekend were not as fruitful as planned, however some good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;eatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;' did happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cafe Rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, as mentioned previously, was hit twice. Both times got a veggie salad. First time I ordered extra cilantro but got roots with it. Not a good idea, so went with a normal amount second time around. Nothing beats tearing off a piece of tortilla and dipping it in creamy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;tomatillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; ranch dressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Guru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;was a new place I tried. It's on center street in Provo, so tucked in a quaint little shopping area. There weren't many good sounding veggie options (I'm a vegetarian who hates most tofu), so I got the least offensive one. It wasn't that good, but other people's entrees looked good. But if you go there, you HAVE to get the sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;potato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; fries. Probably the best I've had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I also tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Zupas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, which was highly recommended by most. The food was good, the people who worked there could have passed for the missing link. Not in looks (let's be honest, no one in Utah would leave their house without a perfect hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;tousle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and face painted with makeup), but in brains. "What did you order?" the lady at the register asked me. "The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; salad," I answered. "What did you order?" she asked again, and this conversation continued a few more times before she exclaimed, "Oh! The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; salad!" what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For a delicious round of sushi the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Happy Sumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; is probably the best place to go in the greater Salt Lake City area. I'm pretty biased toward LA sushi joints, but this place offers more than various takes on the California Roll. Their eel sauce is a little less &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;eely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; than normal though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Not as many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; were visited as planned, but that just leaves more for next time. Like a delicious enormous milkshake at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Iceburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942708819007571819-8057620844501620648?l=fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/feeds/8057620844501620648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942708819007571819&amp;postID=8057620844501620648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942708819007571819/posts/default/8057620844501620648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942708819007571819/posts/default/8057620844501620648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/2009/05/eatings-in-utah-this-past-weekend-were.html' title='A Slight Disappointment on the Foody Front'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04299478234737330897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7De9ItJKzzY/Sj1zXYCWZ_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/XEF3hWLFnLk/S220/nose+ring2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942708819007571819.post-1509416253739716594</id><published>2009-05-13T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:13:14.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Foods of the World Unite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Strangely enough, I've found that Utah has some of the best eateries in the country. Maybe it's the below-poverty-level minumum wage, or maybe it's the Mormons with all of the mouths to feed. Either way, it makes for an excellent trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm heading off to Utah today for my cousin's wedding, and I am getting super excited about the foods I will partake of. Here's a little sampling of the places I enjoy most in the City of the Salty Lake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Curry in a Hurry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Possibly the best fast-Indian food I've ever eaten. The people are so incredibly nice, and it's usually 2 meals worth. Not to mention the declious Naan...there are 2 locations, both on main street I believe, one downtown and one on 2100 south&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cafe Rio/Costa Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Utah staple. It's quite arguable as to which is better, but I think they both have their perks. Cafe Rio has a superior salad, but Costa Azul has the mango salsa. Combine the two and they'd be unstopable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Noodles and Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Nowhere but Utah can you find an inbetweeny fast food/sit down restaurant, let alone dozens. Here they have all sorts of noodley dishes from Italian to Thai, and every country inbetween. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look forward to more entries with specifics about the dining delights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942708819007571819-1509416253739716594?l=fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/feeds/1509416253739716594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942708819007571819&amp;postID=1509416253739716594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942708819007571819/posts/default/1509416253739716594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942708819007571819/posts/default/1509416253739716594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/2009/05/foods-of-world-unite.html' title='Foods of the World Unite!'/><author><name>Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04299478234737330897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7De9ItJKzzY/Sj1zXYCWZ_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/XEF3hWLFnLk/S220/nose+ring2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942708819007571819.post-48205179371254432</id><published>2009-02-02T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:36:32.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation from Real</title><content type='html'>I am currently on vacation... I'm visiting the beautiful state of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/span&gt; and it's been interesting. Here's what I've said so far on my trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friendly's&lt;/span&gt;... I need a sundae &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; bad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get our eat on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I might tap out... but I kinda want another plate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna need a pretzel, kettle corn or kettle chips A sap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's drive to Philly... I need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cheesesteak&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what are our dinner plans when we're in New York?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm only on day 2.... get excited for a few more updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942708819007571819-48205179371254432?l=fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/feeds/48205179371254432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942708819007571819&amp;postID=48205179371254432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942708819007571819/posts/default/48205179371254432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942708819007571819/posts/default/48205179371254432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/2009/02/vacation-from-real.html' title='Vacation from Real'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17378025882312994469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBLMlCOFdXs/TEnc3ZpsrSI/AAAAAAAAACs/vs4jllUp8dc/S220/menew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942708819007571819.post-2674000319523810032</id><published>2008-11-19T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:32:50.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexicali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Mexicali</title><content type='html'>Upon entering Mexicali I saw a busboy dumping a huge basket of tortilla chips into a warmer, and I though, oh here we go again another Mexican place that fakes how good they are. Lucky for them I was pleasantly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my waiter seemed to be one of the stupidest in his profession, which in my opinion is saying something, the food was really quite delicious. The menu was expansive with pages upon pages of options- something for everyone or just way to much to choose from. I decided to stick with the lunch menu so my fellow diners didn't get upset over the length of time it would take to narrow down and figure out what I wanted. Even the lunch menu has something for everyone... from a soup and salad pansy option to the gluttonous 1/3 lb "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mexi&lt;/span&gt; burger". I decided to go with something called the _insert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; adjective here_ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cobb&lt;/span&gt; burrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was slightly annoyed that they didn't keep the homemade chips flowing ( yes they were homemade) but it could have been that I insulted the waiter and his ability to remember drink orders. (Is it that hard to remember that the one person without the drink must have been the one that  ordered the water?), but we really didn't reach the end of the basket till the food came. Come to find out _Spanish adjective_ Cobb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Burrito&lt;/span&gt; meant, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bleu&lt;/span&gt; cheese, squirts of guacamole, tender chicken chunks and something I've decided to call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MexiRanch&lt;/span&gt;. I once again started to judge the place as one of those fake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; that healthy up everything, but after looking around the table I realized that maybe my reading of menu items descriptions should venture deeper than looking for chicken and guacamole in the list. Everyone else around the table had very traditional, and by traditional I mean fat American traditional, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, my breath reeked, my stomach was full and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;taste buds&lt;/span&gt; were happy... I really couldn't ask for more. If I did stars it would get a 3 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://losangeles.citysearch.com/profile/321756/"&gt;http://losangeles.citysearch.com/profile/321756/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942708819007571819-2674000319523810032?l=fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/feeds/2674000319523810032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942708819007571819&amp;postID=2674000319523810032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942708819007571819/posts/default/2674000319523810032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942708819007571819/posts/default/2674000319523810032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/2008/11/mexicali.html' title='Mexicali'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17378025882312994469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBLMlCOFdXs/TEnc3ZpsrSI/AAAAAAAAACs/vs4jllUp8dc/S220/menew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942708819007571819.post-1110147788073419725</id><published>2008-10-15T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:37:36.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R.I.P.'/><title type='text'>My world might be crubbling</title><content type='html'>It's a sad dark day for the United States indeed when they have to release news like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workers at &lt;strong&gt;Mother's Cookies&lt;/strong&gt; were told earlier this month that the company is shutting down for good and cookies will no longer be made.  Now who's going to make those delicious frosted animal cookies?  An American original bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy last Monday. Their distribution plants in Ohio and &lt;a class="iAs" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal! important; FONT-SIZE: 100%! important; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px! important; COLOR: darkgreen! important; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 0.07em solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent! important; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" href="http://www.nationalledger.com/artman/publish/article_272623200.shtml#" target="_blank" itxtdid="5912518"&gt;Canada&lt;/a&gt; are closed forever.  The private equity firm that owned Mother's blamed rising fuel and ingredient prices. (&lt;a href="http://www.nationalledger.com/artman/publish/article_272623200.shtml"&gt;http://www.nationalledger.com/artman/publish/article_272623200.shtml&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the history of this fabulous cookie company check out this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodlocker.com/motherscookies.html"&gt;http://www.foodlocker.com/motherscookies.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Mother's Cookies... my special milk and cookie moments will not be the same without you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942708819007571819-1110147788073419725?l=fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/feeds/1110147788073419725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942708819007571819&amp;postID=1110147788073419725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942708819007571819/posts/default/1110147788073419725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942708819007571819/posts/default/1110147788073419725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-world-might-be-crubbling.html' title='My world might be crubbling'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17378025882312994469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBLMlCOFdXs/TEnc3ZpsrSI/AAAAAAAAACs/vs4jllUp8dc/S220/menew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4942708819007571819.post-2632651550524384833</id><published>2008-10-14T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:55:27.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Fat Girls- Michelle</title><content type='html'>So I'm sure you're asking yourself who would start a blog that calls out their eating habits and their size? My answer: two girls who are (far too) passionate about food. So here's a bit about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle- I am 20-something SWF (single white female for those of you that aren't acronym savvy) who has unrequited love for food. The most common thing that comes out of my mouth when mentioning a location is "oh my gosh did you ever eat at..." Some may say i drown my emotions in food, but really I think that eating is a pleasure, a treat and something that breaks up the normal and boring mundane of life. I am constantly photographed with food either in my mouth, hanging out my mouth or somewhere within the frame- and yes i do consider this a talent. I think the most important thing to reallly know about me is that I eat like carbs are going out of style...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4942708819007571819-2632651550524384833?l=fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/feeds/2632651550524384833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4942708819007571819&amp;postID=2632651550524384833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942708819007571819/posts/default/2632651550524384833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4942708819007571819/posts/default/2632651550524384833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatgirlsguidetoeating.blogspot.com/2008/10/meet-fat-girls-michelle.html' title='Meet the Fat Girls- Michelle'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17378025882312994469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EBLMlCOFdXs/TEnc3ZpsrSI/AAAAAAAAACs/vs4jllUp8dc/S220/menew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
