I don’t know where you were last week, but I was in Park City, Utah, oinking myself (not to be confused with boinking myself) silly. Because that’s the first thing you do when you leave town for a few days beginning with the food court at your home town airport and not letting up until you’ve stuffed as many bags of peanuts and pretzels down your gullet as humanly possible on the short flight home.
And so it was at the evo (EVO? I don’t know if they all-cap it or what - I never did figure that out, it should be part of the FAQ page, if you ask me, not that you are, but if you were) conference where 200 or so women gathered for what I keep wanting to call a blogger conference but is technically labeled a social media conference. Whatever. Pretty much every one there was a blogger to some degree.
I’ve decided to do a series on this conference and today I will show you some of the food I was subjected to. Or was it the other way around?
Anyway, there was the night where local cheese artisans were grilling cheese. Just cheese. All by itself. And then passing them out. It tasted like perfectly toasted cheese sandwiches, but without the bread. Low carb toasted cheese sandwiches? Sign me up! They were delicious, by the way. If Heaven made toasted cheese sandwiches, they would taste like that.
Nicky of We Work for Cheese would have been proud because I wasn’t was eating cheese flavored orange powder (or as I’ve been known to call it, Manna Cheese-Flavored Pasta Dust) out of a box.
Meanwhile, in the McDonald’s suite on the 7th floor, they were passing out chocolate chip frappes (“a chocolate chip in every sip”), hot smores pies, and making McFlurries to order.
More like McBlurry, amiright?
I never had a McFlurry before and since I was out of town and in diet-what-diet mode, I partook.
And in case you were wondering, there really is a chocolate chip in every sip. The frappe, not the McFlurry.
I sometimes ate real food. Like this one dinner that Southwest Airlines was sponsoring, they had a dish called “Airline Chicken” (really? if you wanted to entice people to eat, would you call it “airline” anything?) Anyway, my chicken dinner was just fine, and going well, until one of my blogger friends dumped her entire glass of water into it.
Airline Chicken Soup
That’s okay, I was almost done anyway. And there were brownies and cookies and McFlurries to be tasting elsewhere afterward.
Oh! And the Lemon Curd Tarts, of course.
Here’s a question, can you say “lemon curd tart” fast five times without either tripping over yourself or saying “turd” at least once?
OK kids, that’s my food roundup of this conference. Join us next time when we review the parties. Or the workshops. Or the woolly mammoths.
