Seeing as how it's the Month of Love, I thought it would be rather apropos to re-post the story of one of my healthier break-ups. I agonized over the decision back then, but a few years later I can tell you that once the initial shock wore off, I never looked back.
This post is about stepping back and seeing things for what they really are. Sometimes you have to ask yourself, am I being taken advantage of here? Sometimes you have to choose to be good to yourself. Sometimes, you have to have the courage to walk away from the website that done you wrong.
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There are two reasons for this.
1. Hungry Girl WAY over-promises. Here's an example from the recipe I tried last night, the Sweet Cinnamon Fritter Fries: "This time around, they're sweet, sassy, and so good, they'll make your head explode. We're not even sure what these things are -- a snack, a breakfast, a side dish, or a dessert. All we know is that THEY'RE INSANELY DELICIOUS!!!!" So that sounds pretty good, right? Here's where the second reason comes in.
2. I am naive enough to get sucked in by the over-promises every time. What fool actually believes that butternut squash cut to look like French fries, battered in Egg Beaters and ground up fiber cereal with a little cinnamon and Splenda, and then baked, is actually going to live up to the promise of being INSANELY DELICIOUS with four exclamation points? Yes, that's me raising my hand.
Now, to be fair, Hungry Girl has some good recipes. Her 1-point peanut butter fudge is decent, and her beverages are too - the blended vanilla pseudo-Frappucino is actually pretty good. Here's what I think happens to me: I believe the promises. I go through all the work to produce the recipe - and they're usually pretty labor intensive. Measure ridiculously small amounts of 10 different seasonings. Peel the squash. Cut the squash. Grind the cereal. Batter the squash. Bake the squash. Turn the squash over and bake again. And so on...after all this work, you want the result to be rewarding, not ehhh. On the other hand, Hungry Girl has no business promising that these Sweet Cinnamon Fritter Fries are going to be "MMMMMMM!!!!!!!" as she does here. No offense, but seven Ms and seven exclamation points should be reserved for something that truly deserves them, like cheesecake or creme brulee, not gussied-up squash that would only resemble French toast sticks to an extremely imaginative person. These things are two Ms, three Ms max. No exclamation point.
So this is it, Hungry Girl. I think we should take a break. You don't keep your word often enough for me to keep trusting you. I'm choosing to break the bad cycle in our relationship because I can't trust myself to be around you.
No more recipes.
Originally posted here on January 11, 2008. I promise you, no one read it back then, so don't feel late to the party.
1. Hungry Girl WAY over-promises. Here's an example from the recipe I tried last night, the Sweet Cinnamon Fritter Fries: "This time around, they're sweet, sassy, and so good, they'll make your head explode. We're not even sure what these things are -- a snack, a breakfast, a side dish, or a dessert. All we know is that THEY'RE INSANELY DELICIOUS!!!!" So that sounds pretty good, right? Here's where the second reason comes in.
2. I am naive enough to get sucked in by the over-promises every time. What fool actually believes that butternut squash cut to look like French fries, battered in Egg Beaters and ground up fiber cereal with a little cinnamon and Splenda, and then baked, is actually going to live up to the promise of being INSANELY DELICIOUS with four exclamation points? Yes, that's me raising my hand.
Now, to be fair, Hungry Girl has some good recipes. Her 1-point peanut butter fudge is decent, and her beverages are too - the blended vanilla pseudo-Frappucino is actually pretty good. Here's what I think happens to me: I believe the promises. I go through all the work to produce the recipe - and they're usually pretty labor intensive. Measure ridiculously small amounts of 10 different seasonings. Peel the squash. Cut the squash. Grind the cereal. Batter the squash. Bake the squash. Turn the squash over and bake again. And so on...after all this work, you want the result to be rewarding, not ehhh. On the other hand, Hungry Girl has no business promising that these Sweet Cinnamon Fritter Fries are going to be "MMMMMMM!!!!!!!" as she does here. No offense, but seven Ms and seven exclamation points should be reserved for something that truly deserves them, like cheesecake or creme brulee, not gussied-up squash that would only resemble French toast sticks to an extremely imaginative person. These things are two Ms, three Ms max. No exclamation point.
So this is it, Hungry Girl. I think we should take a break. You don't keep your word often enough for me to keep trusting you. I'm choosing to break the bad cycle in our relationship because I can't trust myself to be around you.
No more recipes.
Originally posted here on January 11, 2008. I promise you, no one read it back then, so don't feel late to the party.
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