Hoppy Friday

Whether you're headed for the hills or lunching with the boys over pan-fried buns, Hoppy Friday—from Mama Foo and her girl.

Bento Bunny

Try as I might, I've never been able to embrace raw fish as a way to titillate my tastebuds. Watching Bear Grylls chomp into a live trout on "Man vs Wild" hasn't helped further my cause, yet I'm still curious as to what the hub bub is all about.

Perhaps my Midwest roots prevent me from making sushi a lunchtime adventure. Heck, it's only been recently that I've expanded into the wild and wacky world of fruits and vegetables. Who knew all that colorful sustenance was lurking in the outer rims of the grocery store. "Hello edamame! Nice to meet you Mr. Radish—you're looking rather tangy today."

However, it's Friday which means one thing: pan-fried buns with the boys. Futomaki is the furthest thing from our minds.

"Thank goodness!" says poor Mr. Fishy.
"Is it time for lunch yet?" quizzes Mama Foo.

And the Week Ends Well

"9 buns later, I'm like a new Foo."
—Mama Foo

Adventures in Positive Thinking

It's 5:30am. After a long, rather hellacious week (yes, I know it was a short week), Bunny and Mama Foo are ready to tackle the day with restored vigor. It's Friday which means this nonsense called work shall commence in a little over 12 hours. Plus it's Hot Bun day with the boys.

See? Things are already looking better.

Hot Buns

Today's Culinary Adventure: pan-fried, juicy buns with the boys. 7 of these tasty morsels now reside in Mama Foo's gut, threatening insulin levels to death-defying heights and mortifying lows. Burp.