It’s So My Mom.

I have the same hankerings now. My mom really wasn’t a big night eater, though we did both go through a late-night Doritos and Jenny Jones phase when I was quite young.

(Note: Eating at night does not necessarily make you fatter. Rather, it’s the total intake of calories in a 24-hour period that matters. Harvard Medical School doctors even recount evidence that even women who got up to eat in the middle of the night weren’t fatter than those who didn’t engage in this seemingly destructive habit.)

All this to say, I guess, that late-night noshing–-even hypothetically–hell, even not late at night-–is a powerful woman-bonder. Works with my girlfriends, too.

Martha Stewart figured this out a long time ago. She’s a bitch, yeah. But that bitch can cook.

I feel diplomats and politicians don’t harness this phenomenon enough. I would go to a Palin rally for sure if there were real, rugged Alaskan fare there. Politicians are always so keen to invite their constituents to “come on the campaign trail” to see how they really are. Well …

Palin was so gung-ho about all the native game she shot. But where was the plated reindeer? Alaskan salmon? Surely the GOP had another $150,000 lying around to support the Gov.’s local fisheries. And how about some brew from The Moose’s Tooth? A little booze goes a long way toward goodwill. Maybe in 2012.

I wouldn’t recommend Biden do the same in his presidential bid. He made Scranton sound like a hellhole.