Surprise Quiz(nos)

For the longest time I thought of Quiznos as a Mexican joint. Blame the Q and the fact that it sounds like quezo and Quezacotl, the latter of which happens to be a Final Fantasy summon and not a Latin myth as the name might subtly hint.

Since my meek purchase was the salad, this ought to be short and bittersweet. Should I be back in school, this is how I will define Quiznos’ USP: Sandwiches substandard to Subway with no interest in gardening, greens anything that grows from seeds.

Having painstakingly stared at the menu for quite a long bit, bordering on stalker ogling which did not fit my short dress, I came to the conclusion that Quiznos is a haven for the carnivorous sandwich eaters; everyone else is doomed to starve.

Of course they have the option of salad, which I suspiciously fell prey to. Fairly cheap, small bowl, tossed salad and minimal toppings, the Caesar dressing was average but way better than the supermarket variety. Tossed with cheese and chicken bits, this was all right as a siding. If I had been in my hungry self though, normal capacity would be 3 bowls at roughly a total of P250.

Of course at P250 I could always go for a sandwich, but wait, I forgot, everything has meat in it! Even this chicken variant managed to sneak in some bacon for that carbonara effect. How unkind to veggies.

So for this veg-cat, au revoir to Quiznos—which unfortunately has a branch near my Eastwood office. And no Subway.

I guess it’s just me and Quezacotl for now.

Moving Out: The Lazy Black Cat

Follow the cat trail!

Let it be known that Lazy Black Cat is moving to another address (The Lazy Black Cat), or as they call it in the online realm: migrated to a different URL. It does have a bit of an edgy IT feel to it, but this was a result of numerous Google keywords just to get the move in progress and to understand the nitty gritty of the blogger vocabulary.

Don’t think that the Wordpress account will be suspended, deleted and just erased from existence, I’ve decided to keep it as a catty chalkboard of some sort. And no, I’ve not committed any cyber crimes in this domain.

As for the other blog, with a “THE” thanks to The Social Network, I’ve decided to give it a try. Blogger is a whole new universe with a different set of “buttons” and color scheme, and I assure myself more sleepless nights in progress.

Kampai!

And do to celebrate the sleepless nights, why not make a toast with tea while we’re at it?

To the new B!

No goodbyes, just see you in the neighborhood!

J.Anne Gonzales (aka Lazy Black Cat, with and without the THE)

Sneak Peek!

Lazy Black Cat: Year One

Lazy Black Cat

Nine lives aside, the Lazy Black Cat is about to reach her first year in blogging existence.  Always hungry I’ve always been, but idle moments have been spent dawdling on a hodge-podge of things that have entered my radar of interest: football, music and grammar. If there is perhaps an ambition I could cite, it would be to dilly-dally and to eat while I’m at it.

To celebrate Year One, don’t expect me to eat more, as I’ve been eating more than my share, and we cannot afford to contribute further to this country’s poor denizens. Instead, I’ve decided to unleash something uncharacteristic and less catty of me—the real me, like the person.

A paw and a name, why not?

After all, it has been decided that the Lazy Black Cat may always be hungry, but will have to well, dilly-dally. As much as it pains me, here goes.

Welcome to the Lazy Black Cat. On this planet, I am also known as J. Anne Gonzales: hungry, catty and stubborn girl, kitchen fire hazard, frugal diner, corporate beagle, pesky insomniac, part vegetarian, and future vegan.

Manila is my hometown, but I do have delusional hopes of living in Tokyo, dining in Greece and retiring in California. My ipod is my constant companion, which provides alternative-indie-rock sustenance. Whoever loves “pop” is banned from my mental list of acquaintances and reduced to a faceless forehead.

I repel red meat from my diet and hope to join PETA once I can finally get over this egg addiction, but while I am still attached to chicken nuggets and ice cream, being part vegetarian brings me closer to this vegan goal. I am willing to denounce my sanity in pursuit of blissful desserts and sweet creations. Those that serve shoddy meals ought to be thrown down the drain, and I will not be afraid to say so.

Football is a fascination that Mizu Luffy brought into existence and somehow piqued my sporting curiosity. To make this claim legit, I name Wayne Rooney of Manchester United as my player of preference and would not hear of any insults or disputes to this blunt choice. While I do not play football yet, it is another goal of mine to perfect the bicycle kick—no goal necessary.

I suppose this is enough to celebrate Year One. It may not be as grand as alleviating poverty or curing cancer, but it’s the thought that counts, and I have a lot of that.

So instead of meow, ciao!

J. Anne / Jenina Gonzales

P.S.

If there comes the need to contact me, ask further questions, inquire about things that Google cannot seem to find an answer for or perhaps treat me to an awesome meal (how can I say no to that?) then you may reach me at jenina_g@yahoo.com.

There’s also my  Twitter account, if you find the e-mail a tad too corporate: @LazyBlack_Cat

 

Who let the cat out of the bag?

I did. Well, to be more specific: We will.

“Stop being so cryptic,” you might think, so let me go straight to the point. The Lazy Black Cat’s going to strip these snack-time favorites we call “junk foods” bare and spill the beans on their horrendous nutritional labels and chemical-infested chips and pieces.

We need to bring back justice in the junk food universe (which has been harshly contaminated by bad fats and excessive sugar and salt), or else everyone will be flabby and bald by the end of the decade. Calendar check—that’s right—2011 just started. On the off-chance this decade has been christened with an –ing nickname, it sure isn’t synonymous to nutrition.

Anyway, with the nutritional assessment and catty remarks of this self-proclaimed food savant, let’s all hope that we can survive the Terrible 10’s (plausible, right?) and welcome the Roaring 20’s with both legs and kidneys functional. If we do, then consider this blog as having succeeded in its gastronomic mission.

Stay tuned, as this blog will be brewing in no time.

P.S.

I counted 4 clichés—my bad. I confess to being a cliché-holic out of verbal enjoyment. However I will steer clear from these literary embarrassments as much as possible, not to mention suppress the temptation of dishing out cat-related idioms and expressions. In case I do fall for the truism trap, feel free to point them out, so that I can acknowledge your benevolence.