Ashamed and McRibbed

I have a confession to make.

I am a McRib fanatic. I'm one of those crazy freakazoids that get excited about the McRib's return to our country. I'm the one that yells "The McRib is Back" as I drive by every McDonald's I see. I drool at the mere thought of the rib meat dripping with tangy bbq sauce...or whatever it really is.

Is it weird that the sandwich is made up of God knows what? Is it weird that this meat is so processed that I can't think of a joke to couple with that idea? Yes, but the cholesterol induced coma (or is that a heart attack?) I get when I eat it wont let me think straight. It's just so good when it touches my lips.

And bonus, Hubs is equally obsessed. We are a McRib family til the end. And I pray that the McRib will be kind to our arteries so our end will not come sooner than what's in God's DayRunner Agenda.

My second confession is that I've already had Two McRibs this McRib season and yes, it's only been two weeks. That's two heart attacks in two weeks.... I must have nine McRib lives.

I can't help it guys. I probably need help but get the hell away from me and don't touch my sandwich!! I have been taking major leaps....nay... astronaut bounds to make my body healthy and strong. I even ran twice this week and did 90 minutes of yoga yesterday...doesn't that cancel ANYTHING out? I wasn to believe so.

I'm making all the health food bloggers cringe writing about this I'm sure, but the truth is, this sandwich reminds me of my childhood. This is a memorabilia from the times in Germany when my parents would take us to McDonalds and where this delicious sandwich was a constant on the menu. So, I hold on dearly to the times when they come back because.... who knows if I will ever return to Germany? That's what I'd like to know. This sandwhich is my childhood friend.

Welcome back, friend. Welcome back. 

• Any fans out there? Haters?

Weekend Recap: Oktoberfest,DAH.

Zige Zage Zige Zage... HOY HOY HOY!

That cheer pretty much sums up my weekend. Fun was had by all. Saturday started off by Hubby going into work.... booo work. But that allowed me to get some things done in the house, like TV watching, and nap taking, which left the night free to go to the Happiest Place in Torrance, California.....
Alpine Village! The GREATEST German town in America. (And the only one I've ever been to.)

This awesome idea wasn't ours... it was actually my parents. They wanted to go to Oktoberfest and asked us to tag along.WHAT? My parents having fun and asking US  to tag along??? Was it backwards day and I forgot to turn my clock back? Thanks, Mom and Dad!

We started our evening o' fun perusing through the German Market. OH it was beauteous! I was like a fat German kid in a Gummi Bear store.

There was meat...glorious meat....and bonus... free FULL slice samples. And kids get full size brats! NO FAIR!

There was also beautiful desserts!

And aisles full of my childhood memories. FOOD! How I wasn't a fat kid is beyond me.

Gooomy candies!

because it's ALWAYS a good time for nutella!



Funny beer! Old man to beautiful lady! May you never make that mistake in real life.

We came out of that market with five bags of memories. Sweet and savory memories.

If you'd like to come for dinner just let me know. I will throw an extra bratwurst on the grill for you!

The fun did not stop there! After our shopping escapade, we headed over to the Oktoberfest tent!



Our buddies Irish and Jo!

Inside, we filled up on brats, potatoes, massive pretzels, and of course... some beer.

I bought a little souvenir to help get me more in the German festival kinda mood. Whaddya think?

I have an obsession with aprons... I just had to!

Oktoberfest was such a blast! Good friends and family....

(I love how all the parents are playing it safe with the CocaCola.)

Yet, even though my mom played it safe with the soda, somehow she still managed to get crazy enough to stick dollar bills into some German guy's pantalones. I don't know whether I should be embarrassed or proud!

I'll go with proud. We should go to Chipendales, mom. You'd like it there!

We had such a grand ol' time!

Zige Zage Zige Zage...HOY HOY HOY!

• How was your weekend?
• Have you ever been to an Oktoberfest celebration?