<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:23:14.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiki's Taste Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>When a feline nudist becomes a food critic...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-115820473107399631</id><published>2006-09-13T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:32:11.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is my birthday.  I am one year old now.  To celebrate, Mommy let me have an entire slice of mesquite smoked turkey lunchmeat.  Otherwise, I've had no good new people food.  Mommy and Daddy have me on food lockdown because they say my butt is getting big.  I don't know about all of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/242795044/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/90/242795044_997c0d9f22_m.jpg" width="210" height="240" alt="Happy First Birthday to Tiki, the Mayor of Nakedville" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-115820473107399631?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/115820473107399631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=115820473107399631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115820473107399631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115820473107399631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-is-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-115611428025724276</id><published>2006-08-20T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:51:20.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Shrimp Pad Thai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy told me that they were going to a picnic last night. &lt;a href="http://kittenagogo.typepad.com/blog/2006/08/an_evening_at_t.html"&gt;It turns out that they got lost and ended up in somewhere called Pahrump&lt;/a&gt;. On the way home, they got Thai food because it was traumatic. I guess Mommy doesn't like to cook after a trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to &lt;a href="http://www.saipinchutima.com/"&gt;Lotus of Siam&lt;/a&gt;. Most importantly, they brought a lot home and Daddy had it for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sampled the Pad Thai because the stuff Daddy got (NUA YUM KATIEM) was way too spicy for a little kitty with such a discerning palate. Pad thai is good. I like the texture of the noodles and the bean sprouts. Mommy got hers with shrimp. I have tried shrimp many times before and enjoyed it. I hope they go there again and bring more leftovers. Next time, I want them to get Thai bbq chicken. I like bbq sauce and I LOVE poultry so I don't see how that could be bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-115611428025724276?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/115611428025724276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=115611428025724276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115611428025724276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115611428025724276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/08/shrimp-pad-thai-mommy-and-daddy-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-115611390574112703</id><published>2006-08-20T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:45:05.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mesquite Smoked Turkey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy have me on food lock-down because they say I am getting too bottom heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/218838717/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Leaning Tower of Teeksa" src="http://static.flickr.com/82/218838717_558fa34812_m.jpg" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get some tasty treats from time to time. But I've had to learn to get sneaky about it. Mommy eats a turkey sandwich for lunch every day. If I watch her, I can usually steal a piece of turkey. She's slow, so I can eat it before she catches me. Or, if I lick her sandwich bread , she'll give me some because she said that moist bread is gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I heard the turkey drawer open and I began stalking her. She's tired from work, so she cut up a slice and let me have it. All so she could enjoy her turkey in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, Mommy was getting a different kind of turkey. I like this one better. More flavor, less slimy texture. I just have to figure out how to get the door of the giant cold vault to open and then I can have all of the turkey that I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-115611390574112703?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/115611390574112703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=115611390574112703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115611390574112703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115611390574112703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/08/mesquite-smoked-turkey-mommy-and-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-115479982221200416</id><published>2006-08-05T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T10:43:42.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Maple Syrup and Brown Sugar Diet Oatmeal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted last night after spending the evening trying to train my minion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/206842676/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Tiki and Feltiki.  One of them has a giant eye booger because he just woke up from a nap." src="http://static.flickr.com/83/206842676_023d827af8_m.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing so much work, I needed a healthy start this morning. Mommy had oatmeal. This is a big change for her since she swears that cereal is the only proper breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the oatmeal. It was a little soft and squishy, like my butt. After we finished about half of the bowl, Mommy became enraged because she thought she carefully checked the label and she knew she could taste artificial sweetener. (Mommy hates artificial sweetener and wishes they wouldn't bother sweetening things at all rather than use that stuff.) Honestly, I didn't mind the Splenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the oatmeal upset Mommy, I am guessing that means I get to finish all of it. That's fine. I need a healthy start now that I have an army to command.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-115479982221200416?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/115479982221200416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=115479982221200416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115479982221200416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115479982221200416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/08/maple-syrup-and-brown-sugar-diet.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-115404526004207988</id><published>2006-07-27T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:07:40.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is not about food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy finished the bar exam today, so there will be updates soon.  Until then, &lt;a href="http://www.flashpuzzlezone.com/jigsaw/animals/cats/sphynx%5Fcat/"&gt;Clicky clicky&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm awesome.  Mommy says that I should be very honored that people get to rearrange my parts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-115404526004207988?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/115404526004207988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=115404526004207988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115404526004207988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115404526004207988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-not-about-food-mommy-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-115272414862702042</id><published>2006-07-12T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:09:08.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Popsicle Strawberry Shortcake Ice Cream Treats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the delay. Mommy is being slow again due to the bar exam thing that she is constantly talking about. She said things will be back to normal in a little over two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy LOVE ice cream. Which is good because I also love ice cream. Daddy has always been fond of the Good Humor Strawberry Shortcake popsicle. He was a little sad when they didn't have that at the grocery palace. So he bought Popsicle's version of the treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had the Good Humor version, so this is all I know. But I like it. There is a delightful crumb coating which is made of attractive colors. The inside is filled with delicious ice cream. And it is conveniently packaged on a stick, which makes it easier for Mommy and Daddy to hold for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-115272414862702042?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/115272414862702042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=115272414862702042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115272414862702042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115272414862702042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/07/popsicle-strawberry-shortcake-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-115186222106655937</id><published>2006-07-02T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T10:43:41.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Generic Multi-grain Toaster Waffles with Log Cabin Lite Maple Syrup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy must be feeling a little off today. Instead of eating a bowl of cereal for breakfast, she made something called waffles. I watched from afar at first because I was confused. I am so glad that I got closer and sampled what was on her plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I only licked off the syrup. That stuff is good. The waffle is the perfect receptacle for the syrup because of the little syrup canyons inherent in its shape. I started to chew on the waffle and that was also tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely like waffles and I hope Mommy (or Daddy for that matter) makes these a regular part of my diet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-115186222106655937?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/115186222106655937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=115186222106655937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115186222106655937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115186222106655937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/07/generic-multi-grain-toaster-waffles.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-115164603280999449</id><published>2006-06-29T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:40:32.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Shrimp, revisited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has been very busy with something called "the bar" and she hasn't been able to type for me. She's also too busy to experiment with new recipes, so she's been making a lot of the items that I have already reviewed. It's okay though since I like a lot of those foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/05/shrimp-when-mommys-dad-was-making.html"&gt;Tonight, I tried shrimp again&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/178169549/"&gt;&lt;img height="191" alt="The food critic samples shrimp" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/178169549_69cbf6dab6_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I suspected, it was good. I was sitting atop Mount Tikimanjaro earlier in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/178169535/"&gt;&lt;img height="159" alt="From atop Mount Tikimanjaro, the king waits for you to bring him a sacrifice.  If you do not obey, he will disintegrate you with the death rays that shoot from his eyes." src="http://static.flickr.com/73/178169535_c8412afe0d_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy seemed to think it was important for me to descend from the mountain. I was not keen on the idea since I was enjoying the high altitudes. Mommy came over to the highest point she could reach (which is honestly not very high) and lured me down with the shrimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'm glad that I came down. I had one shrimp, which took me quite a while since I insist that all foods are made into tiki sized pieces. This one had a bit more flavor as I believe Mommy put some spices on it. I like it. I want more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-115164603280999449?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/115164603280999449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=115164603280999449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115164603280999449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115164603280999449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/06/shrimp-revisited-mommy-has-been-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-115056417666345519</id><published>2006-06-17T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:09:36.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gouda Cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Inigo recently inquired about cheese, so I put it on the grocery list. Daddy bought two kinds last night: gouda and monteray jack. He was nibbling the gouda last night, so he gave me a piece on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was disappointed because I couldn't get it to fly across the floor for hockey. Then I realized it was strictly for eating. The texture was strange at first, but I enjoyed it. I think I might like to try the monteray jack when he opens that because different flavors with that squishy texture might also be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-115056417666345519?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/115056417666345519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=115056417666345519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115056417666345519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115056417666345519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/06/gouda-cheese-cousin-inigo-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-115056402845481683</id><published>2006-06-17T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:07:08.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Trader Joe's Sesame Sticks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little toys are one of Daddy's favorite snacks. Mommy sort of wrinkles her nose and shakes her head at them. So I wasn't sure if they would taste good. Daddy put a little piece on the floor for me, so I assumed it was for playing hockey. Since we were close to the stove (under the stove is scoring a goal), Daddy acted as goalie and blocked my efforts. He explained to me that it was for eating, not hockey. So I tried it. Good stuff. I will add this to my list of preferred snack foods. I don't know why Mommy doesn't like them.  Maybe she's weird after all, like Daddy always says....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-115056402845481683?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/115056402845481683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=115056402845481683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115056402845481683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115056402845481683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/06/trader-joes-sesame-sticks-these-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-115056386255518729</id><published>2006-06-17T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:04:22.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mushrooms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy had some sort of pasta for dinner the other night. I didn't care about the pasta, but there were mushrooms as a side dish. I know from her constant babbling that Mommy LOVES mushrooms. Along with asparagus, it's her favorite food. Based on that review, I thought I'd check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chewed on it for a while, to get used to its strange texture. After that, I liked it. I have several pieces of mushroom and I was a little mad when it was all gone. Since Mommy frequently cooks mushrooms, I know I will have this meal again in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-115056386255518729?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/115056386255518729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=115056386255518729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115056386255518729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115056386255518729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/06/mushrooms-mommy-and-daddy-had-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-115008786626894301</id><published>2006-06-11T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T21:51:06.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Low Fat Graham Crackers Revisited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/06/low-fat-graham-cracker-not-interested.html"&gt;I was wrong about the graham crackers.&lt;/a&gt;  They are good when ingested.  Don't get me wrong, you should kick them around a bit before digging in, but they taste good too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-115008786626894301?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/115008786626894301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=115008786626894301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115008786626894301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115008786626894301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/06/low-fat-graham-crackers-revisited-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-115004097245569041</id><published>2006-06-11T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T08:49:32.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Rice Krispies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, immediately after she wakes up, Mommy goes downstairs, pours some cereal into a purple bowl and settles onto the purple chair to eat it. This morning, I hopped up there to see what it was all about. I stuck my nose in the bowl to sniff it. A piece of cereal stuck to it. I ate it. MMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I repeated the action and more cereal stuck to my nose. Ate that too. Repeated several more times. Who knew that my nose was good for food catching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy kept laughing at me for eating in this manner. She eventually thrust the bowl at me and told me to eat like a normal kitten. So I did. I like cereal. I understand why Mommy likes to start her day with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did mention, however, that she doesn't normally eat this kind. It's normally raisin bran, but she ran out and forgot to buy more at the grocery palace yesterday. I hope she eats more of these tomorrow. I would like to try them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-115004097245569041?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/115004097245569041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=115004097245569041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115004097245569041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/115004097245569041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/06/rice-krispies-every-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114973536748245846</id><published>2006-06-07T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:56:07.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Southern Belle cupcake from &lt;a href="http://www.thecupcakery.com"&gt;The Cupcakery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is suffering from something called bar exam related stress. She mopes around. Spends all of her time at the kitchen table. Yells at me when I lose her yellow sticks under the couch. She's been particularly mopey for the past couple of days. Today, she came home and said she had a cure for the crankiness. Cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any experience with cupcakes, other than one disaster when Mommy tried to make them. She did not do a good job, so I wasn't sure if I would like them. I was sleeping when Mommy tried her cupcake, but she tells me that it was divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, on the other hand, wanted his cupcake with some coffee. Since the smell of coffee often indicates Tiki treats, I got up from my nap to see what was happening. There I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/162610374/"&gt;&lt;img height="206" alt="Southern Belle" src="http://static.flickr.com/72/162610374_2ed2593c76_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy let me lick off a good amount of the frosting. It was heaven. I let him have the rest since I was busy acting insane from the sugar running through my blood. I inspected the countertop. There are two more cupcakes living in a plastic cupcake jail. Here me now - I will be waiting for them. I think cupcakes may be one of my favorite foods now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114973536748245846?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114973536748245846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114973536748245846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114973536748245846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114973536748245846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/06/southern-belle-cupcake-from-cupcakery.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114973504905563370</id><published>2006-06-07T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:50:49.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Low-fat Graham Cracker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not interested in it as a food, but it sure does fly across the tile floor when you kick it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114973504905563370?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114973504905563370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114973504905563370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114973504905563370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114973504905563370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/06/low-fat-graham-cracker-not-interested.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114973500972659273</id><published>2006-06-07T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:50:09.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chicken baked with Ginger Soy Salad Dressing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Mommy grumble all of the time about how much she HATES chicken. I don't see why she eats it so much. She says that Auntie Dubs tells her that protein is good for her. But the other night when they were eating chicken, Mommy remarked that it tasted good. So I thought I might have a taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lordy, did I like that chicken. When I tried to drag her entire piece off of the plate, Mommy cut up some "Tiki-sized pieces." She's good like that because she knows that I don't want to do that much manual labor myself. I ate that serving at warp speed, so she cut up some more. Daddy insulted me and said that I wouldn't be able to finish it. Needless to say, I showed him. And then I ate even more to prove that I am a champion eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this and hope they will make it again. Mommy clearly doesn't know what she is talking about. Chicken is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114973500972659273?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114973500972659273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114973500972659273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114973500972659273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114973500972659273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/06/chicken-baked-with-ginger-soy-salad.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114944018176953914</id><published>2006-06-04T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T09:56:21.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hummus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy love this smooth food.  I do too.  It is a perfect combination with pita chips or tortilla chips.  Mommy spreads it onto a wrap with shredded carrots.  Like it a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114944018176953914?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114944018176953914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114944018176953914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114944018176953914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114944018176953914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/06/hummus-mommy-and-daddy-love-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114944010648334924</id><published>2006-06-04T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T09:55:06.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Zatarain's Black Beans and Rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Mommy and Daddy went to the meat store. They came home with fresh fish. Friday night, we had cajun orange roughy and the beans and rice. When they were eating it originally, I couldn't be bothered because I was very busy practicing my log rolling skills with Mommy's yellow stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, however, Daddy was eating the leftovers for breakfast. The fish was okay, but I'm much more interested in the black beans and rice. SOOOOO GOOD. I can see why Mommy and Daddy like it so much. It's spicy, but not too overpowering. Just right. A perfect side dish. I hope they start making this more. Otherwise, I need to learn how to use the fire pit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114944010648334924?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114944010648334924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114944010648334924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114944010648334924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114944010648334924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/06/zatarains-black-beans-and-rice-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114861792380603828</id><published>2006-05-25T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:32:03.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Turkey Manwich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy made turkey manwiches for dinner last night. Daddy had a second manwich late last night and I loved it. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/153426294/"&gt;&lt;img height="159" alt="Tiki, enjoying a late night snack with Daddy" src="http://static.flickr.com/76/153426294_4b4e515abc_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had another for lunch today, accompanied with baked beans and cheez its. I liked both of those side dishes too. I hope she makes more of these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114861792380603828?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114861792380603828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114861792380603828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114861792380603828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114861792380603828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/05/turkey-manwich-mommy-made-turkey.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114861746869566357</id><published>2006-05-25T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:24:28.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Shrimp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mommy's dad was making buffalo shrimp one night, Mommy got one for me without the sauce. She cut it into little pieces and gave it to me. I sniffed at it for a bit and then chewed. It was really chewy, so I spit it out a few times. It took a lot of patience to chew it, but I guess it was good. I would eat it again if presented with the opportunity, but it is not as good as other treats like ice cream or crab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114861746869566357?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114861746869566357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114861746869566357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114861746869566357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114861746869566357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/05/shrimp-when-mommys-dad-was-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114861737442807472</id><published>2006-05-25T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:22:54.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Edy's Cookie Dough Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put - I love ice cream.  I could care less what is inside of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114861737442807472?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114861737442807472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114861737442807472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114861737442807472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114861737442807472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/05/edys-cookie-dough-ice-cream-simply-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114861733645464218</id><published>2006-05-25T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:22:16.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Crab, fresh from the beast, not from a can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me start with an apology. We have been in the process of moving and we dealt with something called dial up (which Mommy said I didn't need to know about because it would only be in my life for a brief period of time) and then we were waiting for the new internet in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, crab. While we were homeless, we stayed with Mommy's mom and dad in a place called South Jersey. Since Mommy is spoiled rotten, her parents got crabs for dinner. Mommy told me very specifically that I need to be sure that you understand that these crabs are not like the Maryland style ones. Those kind make Mommy feel sort of sick to her stomach because they aren't cleaned before cooking. These crabs were cleaned before cooking and then steamed and smothered with Old Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked crab. I lived in my own room, even though I wanted to play outside in the big house. But the doggie didn't like me, so Mommy would bring me treats out of guilt. She said it took her a really long time to get enough crab to make such a big plate for me. This crab tasted way better than the &lt;a href="http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/crown-jumbo-lump-crab-meat-mommy-has.html"&gt;crab from the can&lt;/a&gt;. I like the old bay. It adds nice flavor. This crab was also warm and juicy. Really good stuff. Mommy told me that I probably won't get to have it again, but I'm glad that I had it this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114861733645464218?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114861733645464218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114861733645464218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114861733645464218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114861733645464218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/05/crab-fresh-from-beast-not-from-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114631547589040923</id><published>2006-04-29T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T05:57:55.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Skinny Cow Ice Cream Cone with Caramel Topping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy loves ice cream. There are countless variations on the theme in the freezer. Last night, she and Daddy went to a restaurant that she described as a fine dining suckfest and they came home starving. Daddy had this ice cream cone. He let me give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/136852099/"&gt;&lt;img height="172" alt="Tiki Tried an Ice Cream Cone, and as you would guess, he liked it." src="http://static.flickr.com/52/136852099_30a4086d30_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like ice cream. It's cold and has a pleasant texture. Plus, it seems designed for licking. I'm good at that - I groom myself all of the time. [Clearly for no reason, in Mommy's eyes, because she keeps bathing me.] I would recommend ice cream to those who may not have tried it. Even this "diet crap," as Daddy refers to everything Mommy buys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114631547589040923?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114631547589040923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114631547589040923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114631547589040923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114631547589040923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/skinny-cow-ice-cream-cone-with-caramel.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114609969439188695</id><published>2006-04-26T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T18:01:34.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps it was a cookie, but from what I can see, it's an assemblage of sugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy comes home late a lot. Always on Wednesdays. She has something that she refers to as "law school." I'm not much interested in it, because she says it makes her tired and the books look heavy and it seems like it gets in the way of her cooking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, she came home all cheerful and happy. She had these dragon faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/135641047/"&gt;&lt;img height="154" alt="Tiki had to sample it, too.  I assume he'll be posting a review on his blog." src="http://static.flickr.com/54/135641047_8f617fee24_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about celebrating her last law school class ever. I hope this happens frequently since I like this dragon face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was simply trying to take a photograph of the cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/135641030/"&gt;&lt;img height="185" alt="A treat to celebrate my last law school class EVER" src="http://static.flickr.com/47/135641030_fb1feffbbe_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's artsy, but I sensed it was food. My cuisine spidey sense was right. Those facial features are made of sugar. Who cares what the rest is made from. I'll repeat this, just in case you didn't catch it - the features are made from sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling Mommy what to write as I run around and around and around in a circle chasing something called my "creepy Tiki tail." Sugar is awesome. Dragon faces are awesome. Last law school classes ever are awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114609969439188695?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114609969439188695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114609969439188695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114609969439188695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114609969439188695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/perhaps-it-was-cookie-but-from-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114540549429852774</id><published>2006-04-18T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T17:11:34.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Crown Jumbo Lump Crab Meat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has been using the kitchen a lot lately. She mutters things under her breath about how there is a ton of food in the house and she needs to cook all of it before we go west. Tonight, she brought home a cold blue can from Acme and paired it with things in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold blue can contained chunks of tasty white crab meat. Mommy served me some on a little soy dish from pottery barn. She said it was Tiki-sized and doesn't get used for soy, so it might as well get used for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/131058628/"&gt;&lt;img height="167" alt="Tiki's Taste Adventures:  Volume Crab" src="http://static.flickr.com/49/131058628_89ec6a8858_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little pissed that I wasn't allowed to stick my face into the can. But that's okay. She let me have a lot and it was good. Really good. I can't wait for Daddy to eat the leftovers so that I can have more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114540549429852774?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114540549429852774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114540549429852774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114540549429852774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114540549429852774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/crown-jumbo-lump-crab-meat-mommy-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114540534621793065</id><published>2006-04-18T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T17:09:06.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cold Stone Creamery Sweet Cream Ice Cream with Heath Bar and Cookie Dough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Mommy, as editor and typist, insists that I insert this special notice that I was not allowed to have any chocolate bits because she doesn't want to hear a load of crap about how you aren't supposed to give chocolate to feline friends.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Sweet Jesus, this was good. I've never tasted such heaven. Mommy has some weird phobia about sharing dairy products, so Daddy tells me that I'm lucky she left me stick my face into the container and sample this special treat. I was kind of mad when Mommy and Daddy left me last night, but when they came home with this... Yeah, go out whenever you want and bring this back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy said that the people at Cold Stone have an entire Fixins bar and there are all sorts of heavenly bits that you can add to the ice cream. Mommy also told me about something called a milkshake. People, I need one of these milkshakes. Mommy said it is the divine ice cream mixed with luscious milk. I need to try this. Mommy said the best one on earth comes from Jake's burgers here in Delaware. Delaware readers, please bring me one of these. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114540534621793065?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114540534621793065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114540534621793065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114540534621793065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114540534621793065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/cold-stone-creamery-sweet-cream-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114503526093167491</id><published>2006-04-14T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:21:00.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gala Apple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth are you supposed to eat this thing? It's bigger than my head (including my giant ears) and is far too heavy for me to hold. Mommy gave me a little piece, which I licked. The taste was pleasing, but it was too cold. I don't think I like apples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114503526093167491?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114503526093167491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114503526093167491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114503526093167491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114503526093167491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/gala-apple-how-on-earth-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114503519332008167</id><published>2006-04-14T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:19:53.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Healthy Choice Honey Roasted Turkey on Whole Wheat with Yellow Mustard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite simply:  Awesome.  I see why Mommy takes this for lunch every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114503519332008167?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114503519332008167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114503519332008167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114503519332008167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114503519332008167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/healthy-choice-honey-roasted-turkey-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114503514502241774</id><published>2006-04-14T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:19:05.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Leftover whole wheat pasta with chicken and veggies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night Mommy made this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/127188847/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/127188847_fe2d5bc8d6_m.jpg" width="240" height="212" alt="Dear Chicken, I hate you more than I ever knew was possible..." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Daddy was snacking on some cold leftovers, I gave it a try.  What a delight.  All individual components were delightful, but what a tasty treat when combined.  &lt;a href="http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/orange-bell-peppers-mommy-gave-daddy.html"&gt;I especially like the peppers cooked.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114503514502241774?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114503514502241774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114503514502241774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114503514502241774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114503514502241774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/leftover-whole-wheat-pasta-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114479938501349026</id><published>2006-04-11T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:49:45.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Little Piece of Paper on the Kitchen Floor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy tried to pick it up. I think she wanted to throw it away. But Mommy was too busy cursing about how much she hates chicken and didn't want to get chicken juice all over the floor. Like a frog with a sticky tongue, I grabbed it and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't taste great. Sort of bland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114479938501349026?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114479938501349026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114479938501349026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114479938501349026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114479938501349026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-piece-of-paper-on-kitchen-floor.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114479926372682415</id><published>2006-04-11T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:47:43.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Green Bag Doughnuts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess someone once told Mommy that feeding me nothing but dry food is like giving me nothing but doughnuts. Here's the thing - she doesn't care and is sort of jealous because she doesn't get to eat only doughnuts, so she keeps giving them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to get Pink Bag Doughnuts. Now I get green bag doughnuts. Mommy said it's because I'm becoming a man. Then she says something under her breath about no balls, but I don't usually catch what she's saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Green Bag Doughnuts are bigger than the Pink Bag Doughnuts. And who wouldn't like bigger doughnuts.... So if being a man means getting bigger portions, I'm all in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114479926372682415?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114479926372682415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114479926372682415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114479926372682415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114479926372682415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/green-bag-doughnuts-i-guess-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114479903546995723</id><published>2006-04-11T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:43:55.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Orange Bell Peppers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy gave daddy instructions to cut the peppers into little strips. Since I know he likes to feel like a pirate, I sat on his shoulder like a parrot kitten and supervised his activities. To reward me for being a good parrot, he let me eat peppers on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like them. They are sort of messy though. When Mommy asked what color I had tried, Daddy pointed to the giant orange spot on his tshirt. Mommy chuckled and they went out to dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114479903546995723?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114479903546995723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114479903546995723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114479903546995723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114479903546995723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/orange-bell-peppers-mommy-gave-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114479890443613360</id><published>2006-04-11T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:41:44.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Scrambled Eggs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't know if this is simply because Daddy made these, but scrambled eggs smell disgusting. Mommy normally does most of the cooking and stuff smells okay. So, I attribute the change in odor to the chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, scrambled eggs aren't so bad. I gave them a try, then decided I might like to try some more. I tried to take the entire sheet of yellow smelliness off of the plate, but daddy cut me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try them again, but I hope they will smell better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114479890443613360?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114479890443613360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114479890443613360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114479890443613360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114479890443613360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/scrambled-eggs-now-i-dont-know-if-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114463044932253177</id><published>2006-04-09T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:54:09.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tuna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, they insulted my grooming abilities and bathed me. I am normally a laid back and quiet sort of fellow. But when bathed, I do protest. In order to shut me up, I was promised tuna. It sounded interesting and like people food, so I silently put a hex on them while I waited for the treat. My patience was rewarded by something tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuna is good. I'm going to behave more in the future and get more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/126046716/"&gt;&lt;img height="170" alt="Tiki enjoys some tuna after his bath" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/126046716_ae9c837277_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114463044932253177?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114463044932253177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114463044932253177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114463044932253177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114463044932253177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/tuna-tonight-they-insulted-my-grooming.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114460441938175961</id><published>2006-04-09T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T10:40:19.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kashi Trail Mix Chewy Granola Bars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this treat. It had a nice taste, but more importantly, it had an excellent crumble factor. Since mommy gave me a piece while I was playing dry cleaning ticket on the bed, I got to make a huge mess with the crumbs. The treat itself has a nice mix of crunchy bits and fruit and nuts. Mommy also mentioned something about it being high in fiber and then stated that she better warn daddy because he tends the litter. I don't know what that's all about. I just want more snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/125792436/"&gt;&lt;img height="147" alt="Tiki, he who eats people food and then blogs about it" src="http://static.flickr.com/54/125792436_6bab614a99_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114460441938175961?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114460441938175961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114460441938175961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114460441938175961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114460441938175961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/kashi-trail-mix-chewy-granola-bars-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114459221101052098</id><published>2006-04-09T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T07:16:51.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Human Flesh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treat flesh like some people drink wine. You know, the ones who take a drink and then spit it in the bucket. I like to nibble on the flesh and then release. Just for a taste. Mommy and daddy think I am teething. But it's just me wearing my food critic hat. Tasting tasting tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flesh is fine for tasting, but I don't think I want to eat it and actually digest it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114459221101052098?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114459221101052098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114459221101052098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114459221101052098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114459221101052098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/human-flesh-i-treat-flesh-like-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114459126632469336</id><published>2006-04-09T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T07:13:36.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tortilla Chips - All brands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my favorite food. The light crispness and the salt. If I get a non Tiki-sized version, then the size can present a problem, but I like them anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114459126632469336?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114459126632469336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114459126632469336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114459126632469336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114459126632469336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/tortilla-chips-all-brands-perhaps-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114459118311357300</id><published>2006-04-09T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T06:59:43.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yellow Peeps Bunnies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VILE. Grossest Food ever. There was some sort of little sprinkles on it and those came off on the chair. The smell was so unappealing that I didn't even try to taste it. Mommy ripped the head off of one and it disturbed me. I do not intend to try these again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114459118311357300?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114459118311357300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114459118311357300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114459118311357300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114459118311357300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/yellow-peeps-bunnies-vile.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114459110677309907</id><published>2006-04-09T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T06:58:26.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Stacy's Pita Chips - Naked Flavor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I would like these simply because they are naked flavor. It was meant to be. They are thick and crunchy. I think mommy and daddy doubted my ability to eat them because of these factors. But I showed them. I devoured the chip and then tried to crawl into the industrial sized bag to get more. An excellent Treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114459110677309907?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114459110677309907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114459110677309907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114459110677309907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114459110677309907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/stacys-pita-chips-naked-flavor-i-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114459097465543749</id><published>2006-04-09T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T06:56:14.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tastykake Twice Iced Butterscotch Krimpets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had a once iced krimpet, but if they are half as good as the twice iced, I like them too.  The thick layer of frosting on the snack cake was delightful.  I enjoyed the tasty cake just as much as the frosting.  I will definitely give this a second try if the opportunity presents itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/124721037/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/36/124721037_c769c7da7c_m.jpg" width="240" height="209" alt="Tiki, learning to love regional cuisine" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114459097465543749?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114459097465543749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114459097465543749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114459097465543749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114459097465543749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/tastykake-twice-iced-butterscotch.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851232.post-114459084607169447</id><published>2006-04-09T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T06:54:06.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pringles Fat Free Sour Cream and Onion Chips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These chips were great.  When I asked for more, Mommy said that I was wide-eyed with the fever for the flavor of a pringle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittenagogo/112253104/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/53/112253104_fab2d2854e_m.jpg" width="233" height="240" alt="Tiki, wide eyed with the fever for the flavor of a pringle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what that means.  But those chips were good.  Salty.  Still tasty even though they were fat free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851232-114459084607169447?l=nakedtiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/feeds/114459084607169447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851232&amp;postID=114459084607169447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114459084607169447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851232/posts/default/114459084607169447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakedtiki.blogspot.com/2006/04/pringles-fat-free-sour-cream-and-onion.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863126011988359289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/36/120747505_c169776907_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
