What Happened to Howdy Doody Foodie?

Dear Readers and Followers,

I am changing the title of my blog. Here’s why.

It all started when I wanted to write about chocolate mashed potatoes.

Nah! That’s a lie.

I really wanted to write about the day when I was the guardian of a gigantic pile of dog excrement on the busy streets of New York City. That is the real truth.

As the Howdy Doody Foodie, I’ve really enjoyed writing about my passion for getting and eating food. I wrote posts on being a deli man’s daughter, visiting farmers’ markets and peeling onions. I was even able to make a food connection between my fear of flying and gnashing peanuts during an in-flight panic attack. With a blog entitled Howdy Doody Foodie, I planned to reminisce with my contemporaries about our 1950’s childhood food experiences.

My younger friends and family, (under the age of 50), however, did not get the Howdy Doody Foodie title from the get-go. Accordingly, they said things to me like, “How can you put the word “doody” into a blog about a foodie?”

Which brings me back to the chocolate mashed potatoes on the sidewalks of New York City. Somehow, a post connecting a gigantic pile of dog excrement with chocolate mashed potatoes, is a trifle unseemly. That’s why I’m changing the title of my blog.

The great thing about being The Nothing Expert is, now, when I come into intimate contact with a huge pile of “you-know-what” sitting on a busy sidewalk, I can write about the experience without being forced to make it fit in with my beloved food tales.

I hope that many of my new readers, as well as my loyal followers will continue to enjoy my blog. I look forward to hearing your stories about the “chocolate mashed potatoes” we all encounter in our lives.

In my next post, I will explain that experience on the sidewalks of New York, and ask you for your insight.

Deepest regards and thanks to all of you, especially those true Foodies who are moving on. I wish you well.


Rose, The Nothing Expert






HDF’s Reality Cooking Show: Chopping Onions and Garlic

Chopping the Onion

  1. Start peeling the onion’s skin.
  2. Accidentally drop a piece of the onion skin on the kitchen floor.
  3. Pick up the onion skin with a paper towel, and put it in the garbage can under the counter.
  4. After touching the floor with the paper towel and sliding out your garbage can from under the counter, wash your hands with soap. Then dry your hands.
  5. Pick up the knife to resume peeling.
  6. Notice that your hands are still a bit soapy, and soap is not an ingredient in meatloaf. Wash and dry your hands again.
  7. Continue peeling and drop another piece of onion skin on the floor. Decide that you cannot stop  peeling to pick up every little thing that lands on the floor
  8. Start cutting the peeled onion by slicing it and then chopping it.
  9. Do that rocking thing with the knife that makes you feel like a real foodie.
  10. As you rock your knife, note that at least four or five pieces of onion fly off the cutting board, deposit schmutz on your clean shirt, and then land on the floor.
  11. Worry about the pieces of onion lying on the floor. If you step on them, you might fall, and have to go to the hospital, and who would be left to feed your starving family?
  12. Decide to write a letter to the cooking shows demanding that they televise what falls on the floor, behind the counter.
  13. Hear your phone ring, and worry  Continue reading