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Friday Shout Out To Little Debbie

The Hungry Times Two crew celebrated an eighth wedding anniversary this past Tuesday.

Eight years since I rode up to the wedding site in a pimped-out golf cart (how they roll in coastal South Carolina). Eight years since Scott and I made some vows to honor, cherish and always share our shrimp & grits (but never dessert, right hon?). And eight years since the debut of THE CHEESE CASTLE.




We didn't celebrate this week with a structure made of cheese, though we are attending the Carolina Mountain Cheese Fest in Asheville this Sunday with some friends. If there's a castle there, you know I will find it.

Rather than go out, we made dinner at home on Tuesday night to celebrate eight years of Scott & Erin shenanigans. On the menu: grilled steak with a parsley Parmesan salad, roasted asparagus, Hasselback potatoes, a salad of our garden's arugula, spinach and butter lettuce, and yeast rolls, And maybe a bottle of Pinor Noir.

And for dessert? We kept it classy, y'all.



This choice was inspired by one of the songs played during our wedding reception dancing. And when I say "dancing," that's a stretch. We did vigorously bust a move, though, to Southern Culture on the Skids' "Camel Walk." The band throws out Little Debbie snack cakes during their shows. And sometimes fried chicken -- that's a messier food situation.

Enjoy the snack cake song here below, and keep an eye out for a cheese castle. Or a Little Debbie. Those Swiss Cake rolls have their place, too sometimes.


                                 

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  1. Good to see the blog waking up again, at least once in awhile. I've been cooking from this recently, about as non-Southern as you can get:

    http://www.dlc.fi/~marian1/gourmet/recipe.htm

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