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“I’m afraid I just blue myself” Blueberry and Brie Waffles

Four days until Arrested Development, yo!

If you need to get up to speed, SugarHero and I have been, in true obsessive-fan fashion, bringing you Arrested Development-inspired recipes this week.  So far we’ve had an elderflower Collins with a side of toast, frozen bananas because there’s always money in the banana stand, hot ham water (or ham and spring vegetable soup, if you will) and brownie ice cream sandwiches worthy of a love affair.  When people say something has a “cult following,” this is the kind of thing they talk about.

I must confess that I wasn’t an “early adopter” of Arrested Development fandom.  When it debuted, I was still in high school, actually–can I use that as an excuse, since we all know that high schoolers are decades away from good taste?  (Which is why I should probably worry that my taste in music and books is oddly similar to what it was 10 years ago.  Whatever.)

The point I am clumsily rambling toward is this: even then, before I was a fan of the show, I knew of and recognized Tobias Funke as “the guy from Arrested Development.”  Of all the incredible characters on the show, I would argue he’s the most iconic of all.  The never-nude (that’s a real thing by the way, affecting more people than just two members of the German parliament), world’s first analrapist (that’s analyst+therapist), Blue Man Group understudy, aspiring actor with catlike reflexes, and “Frightened Inmate #2.”  Also, most definitely gay, which is obvious to everyone but him:

I don’t know about you, but if this man made it into the Blue Man Group, he would definitely be my favorite.

These waffles are for him, and for you, and for me.  Just like Tobias, they are a little…  Off, in a good way.  As in, I put cheese in them and I’m not sorry.  So,  BLUE ME, WORLD.  (Line of inspirational posters coming soon.)

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Goat Cheese, Blueberry and Chocolate Chunk Ice Cream

I knew it!  Science has finally given me an excuse for being bad at sports.  All of them.  Science says: we are not like all the other animals.  All we are good at doing is long-distance running thanks to tendons and hairlessness (I’m gleefully ignoring this), and being smart enough to know how to make ice cream thanks to wicked smart brains.

If I quit trying to occasionally swim faster, this isn’t resignation.  I’m just at peace with evolution and nature, is all, because, sharks!  Fast!  Am I right or am I right?

This isn’t my first time at the Goat Cheese and Chocolate Rodeo.  Ever since, I’ve wanted to do it again and add berries.  I thought about cupcakes.  I thought about cheesecake.  I thought about layer cake.  And then I thought, those things are MAD HARD sometimes.

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