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We Phancy!

8 Mar

So, I was going to write this blog post about our proposal story, because it had a lot of un-phreaking-believable phood involved, and then the awesome company who is hosting our wedding website (Appy Couple- make sure to check them out!) went and wrote a pheature all about it! 

We phancy, right?

Read their story here:


Check it out here


Phoodfotos is not dead.

6 Mar

Guess who’s back, phriends?!?

Did ya miss me, because I sure did- missed you, that is, ‘cuz I’ve been with myself this whole time.

I have a litany of arguably legitimate excuses. Pick your phavorite…

  • I got a new job.  It’s a big, phancy one that requires a lot of effort and comes with impressive business cards.
  • I moved.  Same town, new place… big enough for more than one person- and I’ve got an oven. 🙂
  • I’ve been dieting and eating such boring phood nobody would probably want to see it anyway. But I bake like a madwoman and just pawn it all off on my coworkers.
  • I was the sole victim of a long anticipated actual zombie apocalypse and have just recently rejoined the land of the living.
  • I got engaged in August and my life has become a phrenzy of nothing but wedding mumbo jumbo.  Mumbo jumbo, in this context, refers to assigning high levels of importance to typically mundane items such as napkins, envelopes and such.

So here I am.  Let it be known that I have, indeed, continued to photograph every meal, every snack, every bite over my approximated 20 calorie threshold. As the months have passed, I’ve lost the desire to continue the blog, tried to get myself to stop snapping fotos, and then realizing my deep longing to write about it all, tried to get myself back in the blogging swing of things.  Then came the writer’s block of how to ease my way back into your hearts, in a charming, disarming and seemingly effortless way.  Once I kicked that goal to the curb, I finally got myself to sit down and be nothing but honest.

Hence, I’m back. And it pheels oh so good!

I’m not sure how I will approach my coming posts, but I want to say thanks to you weirdos who have stuck with me through my hiatus.  Y’all are phabulous.

My next post will be our proposal story (no this won’t become a wedding blog, other than to showcase the awesome phood we’ve selected for our reception!) but, shockingly, The Phella proposed at a restaurant (weird, right?  it’s not like I like phood or anything…) and the phood fotos that evening are equal parts beautiful, comical and bling-ified (if that’s a word… if not then translate to obnoxious pictures of my rock…)

So until next time, which I swear won’t be long, I will bid you adieu!


Welcome to the world, Mrs. Olive Bedlam!

14 Aug

June 18, in the words of the Sexy Mexican, would best be described as epic.  Epic in randomness, epic in ridiculousness and epic in phun.

It all started with a little trip to Hollister for a wedding.  Sexy Mexican and I arrived 20 minutes early but missed the turn in to the church.  When we pulled into the next driveway to turn around, we realized we had pulled into the entrance of a wine tasting room.  Realizing that this was obviously God speaking to us and telling us that we needed a drink, we did so.

The phellow working at the tasting room also let us enjoy his tasty nuts… (yes, I went there.)

The wine was well-timed, as I then sat through a very lovely, very non-English speaking Catholic wedding.  I very much enjoyed the phive words I was able to understand.

There was a bit of down time between the ceremony and the reception that we had to phill.  That meant we grabbed our phriend, Wrong Baby Wrong, and headed back to the tasting room.  This trip, we had enough time to play a phew games of horseshoes, join the wine club and watch Wrong Baby Wrong take a phun trip down the hill behind the horseshoe court.

We arrived right on time for the reception in downtown Hollister.  It was then that history was really made and epic status was achieved, as my liberally lubricated alter-ego phinally phound her name- Mrs. Olive Bedlam.

Once Mrs. Olive Bedlam arrived, the party started.  The bar tab was opened, phrivolity ensued, brain cells were killed.

Time was taken out for a few tortilla chips…

…and a phew bites of rice, beans and other deliciousness.

Sexy Mexican and I left the wedding and headed to meet phriends and my Pops for dinner at Toast.

They had pre-ordered some roasted garlic and olives which we helped make disappear.

Apparently I then had some soup!

Note to my phriends and phollowers.  I do not like prime rib.  It could be the best prime rib in the history of the world- I still don’t like it.  If I ever order prime rib in your presence, that is the time to take me home.  It indicates that the wheel may be spinning, but the hamster has had a phew too many.  I have no actual memory of considering, ordering, photographing or eating this.

I blame Mrs. Olive Bedlam.

When we got back to the house, Mrs. Olive Bedlam phound some bubbles and nibbles with which to amuse herself.

Phancy, eh?  Who knew what lovely things one could create with a phew graham crackers, some phruit and a little ingenuity!

It was entirely Mrs. Olive Bedlam‘s phault that Phooey ended up in the sink.  I would NEVER do something like that!

Welcome to the world, Mrs. Olive Bedlam.  I’m glad you now have a name…  easier to identify you with the next time you attempt to make an appearance.

Nuptial Nibbles

27 Jul

So I know I am trying to catch up on my phood, but June fourth deserves its own post, because it marked the day of one of the most memorable weddings I have ever been lucky enough to attend.

Never before have I seen such an authentically heartwarming display of love and excitement to start a future together, and combining that with beyond-great people and phree-phlowing booze at an historic summer camp, well, pretty much blew me away.

I grabbed a quick nibble before Alabama and I headed out to the wedding (and might I add that he sported a hand-tied bow tie which pretty much made my day).

After the ceremony (which just narrowly escaped a downpour), we enjoyed some phancier nibbles.

Dinner included lavish buffets of all sorts of deliciousness…

I made myself incredibly well acquainted with the prosciutto section.

…but I made sure not to ignore the carving station.

And who could resist gnocchi and duck?  Not this girl!

A phew hours, toasts and phun times later, I still had my wits about me enough to snap a shot of the cutest darn wedding cake topper I’ve ever seen.

Promptly after this, I lost track of my purse (which is a major part of why the blog has gotten so behind…)  It was relocated a phew days later, but it was enough time to throw my phoodfoto records off.  (Excuses, excuses, I know…)

What I will say, is I had so phreaking much phun, that losing my purse permanently would have been worth it.

Much, much love to my dear RIT (the ebullient bride) and big shout outs to the many phabulous old phriends with whom I was luck enough to celebrate.

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