Remember my birthday twin genius that I met at WordCamp?  We not only share the same birthday, but also blogs with "diary" in the title?

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Coinkidink or astrologically predetermined?

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Another coinkidink or astrological predetermination:  Our readers tend to perk up and comment a lot on our cooking posts.  Coming from a Portuguese family whose food obsession rivals the Italians, I understand this phenomenon completely.

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I propositioned Todd:  Let's choose a chick food and a guy food.  We'll cook them in our parallel universe kitchens on two separate nights.  (Todd lives in Vegas.)  We'll then...well...blah blah blog about it.

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Since all men love to be propositioned in any way, shape, or form, Todd immediately accepted.  "I like the symmetry of the idea," he responded.  (Todd is one of those people who got rid of his television so he could build his brain with old-fashioned pursuits such as reading instead.  His choice of vocabulary almost always reflects his outrageous and controversial decision.)

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I replied with an "Awesome!"  (I still have cable which I'm convinced kills more brain cells than pot.)

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Day 168 was Chick Food day.  I chose Chocolate Croissants which I have been chomping at the bit to bake since I saw the movie <em>It's Complicated</em>.

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Oh, how I absolutely adore that movie.  If you haven't seen it, you're missing out.

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In the movie, Meryl Streep and Steve Martin relive their youth by smoking pot.  A wicked case of the munchies ensues, and they traipse off to Meryl Streep's bakery to whip up a batch of decadent chocolate croissants in the middle of the night.  The scene is deliciously sensual and funny at the same time, as you would expect from the brilliant Ms. Streep.

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I haven't even met her and I think she's the greatest thing since <del>sliced bread </del>chocolate croissants.

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Verdict:  Find the best bakery in town and splurge on their chocolate croissant.  I will miss the butter massage.  Verdict 2:  Find a tall drink of water and massage his shoulders.  Better yet, get him to massage yours.