Libby loves Skinny Cows and can eat most of an ice cream sandwich, even after finishing a full meal. Here she is enjoying one after dinner a couple nights ago:

Libby chowing down on a skinny cow

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you “Gluttonfest 2008: Meatball Subs”.

Two co-workers compete to see who can eat a foot-long meatball sub the fastest. Five dollars and their pride are on the line. Who will win… the frantic chomping newcomer or the cool and collected veteran?

Whoever wins I know one thing for certain: my wife is so proud of me right now.

A co-worker and I decided to see who could eat a meatball sub the fastest. There is a video of the entire competition that I will post tonight, but for now you can see the intense quiet before the eating storm:

I’m heading up to Chicago this weekend for a bachelor party. We’re renting a rooftop for the Cubs game and probably going to destroy our livers. Drunken revelry will ensue.

One of the guys going has insisted we hit up the Weiner Circle hot dog stand on one of the nights. There is a great clip from Ira Glass’s “This American Life” highlighting this fine Chicago establishment (language nsfw):

So, twice (that I know of) we have been warming something in the microwave when suddenly sparks start to fly:

There doesn’t seem to be a pattern - each of the items in the microwave this time (ziploc lid, carrots, black beans) have each been microwaved before without incident.

Is our microwave dying? Could it have something to do with the iron content of the food? Do I need to buy lead onesies for Libby?

After returning from our trip to San Diego we discovered that one of the onions on top of our fridge had decided to procreate while we were gone:

I figured that if the little fella was going to grow might as well give him some room, so he’s now sitting on my computer desk in a pot of dirt.

Eventually I would like to harvest and eat some fresh onions, but I have no idea when that would be possible. Anyone out there have a clue when I will be able to dig up and eat this guy?

Guess who just emptied our downstairs freezer and found 16 gallon bags of breast milk? (psst… it’s me!)

Currently Shannon and I are trying to find the best way to use this milk, such as donating it to a milk bank. However there are at least two possible issues with this plan: some of the milk has been frozen for up to 6 months, and some of the milk suffers from an excess of lipase.

Lipase is an enzyme in human milk that breaks down fat and creates a funky odor (even when frozen). Fat is important in milk, not only for the nutritional needs of the baby but also to make the milk palatable (compared to cow’s milk, human milk is very sweet tasting because of it’s fat content).

A word to the wise: if we could go back in time and scald the milk before freezing then this lipase problem would be greatly reduced. Alas the ability to time travel still eludes me.

Libby is beginning to eat simple finger foods:

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Her pincer grip is quite good, but as you can see she likes to put the food in her mouth but doesn’t like to actually swallow it. Oh well - one step at a time

I’m not Martha Stewart. I’m not even NOT Martha Stewart. But I do have my moments. Here is the apple bundt cake that I decorated for this past Sunday’s Colts game:

Yeah baby - how do you like them apples?

During the summer we buy almost all of our produce at the weekly farmers market. We do this for many reasons, but mostly because everything tastes so much better. Corn in particular is stellar (though given that we live in Indiana that probably goes without saying).

When I was shucking the corn from this week’s trip to the market I found another little critter that seemed to enjoy eating the corn as much as we do (click for bigger pic):

It’s called a Corn Earworm (aka Helicoverpa zea). This is just the larva - eventually this little guy will grow into a large moth.