007, Bond Girl-style

Happy New Year!

For the Belgian New Year's Eve party we bought a deep fryer to make fresh French fries. I feel like I am covered in a layer of vegetable oil. I think my clothes smell. And I'm full like I've just been at the Big E, eating for six hours straight. Tonight we made French fries, fried ravioli and a few deep fried Twinkies. Joanne makes us keep the deep fryer outside -- no white trash stinky frying smell in the house allowed. Too bad.
Anyway, I decided that updating my Blogger should be my New Year's Resolution. Maybe I'll keep it. But then again, my other New Year's Resolution is to be healthier. Since I have been deep frying everything in sight, that's not starting off so good.

p.s. In case you were wondering, Twinkies are like sponges, and when they're deep fried, they're like three times their weight, thanks to the oil. And I swear they're sweeter and smaller than they were when I was a kid, although they're still awesome. But I wouldn't necessarially recommend deep frying them.

p.p.s. The old flames of Big Trouble are long gone with the new Blogger. How do you like the new format?