AAH! These are so cool. Thanks to Davey for the link.
And while I was there I found and developed an impish desire to get one of these little guys. As of yet I don’t know where or when I would use it but I’m sure that, given enough time, I could come up with something sufficiently devious.
I’m a big fan of finding new and delicious recipes on the internet and so whenever I can find a good recipe blog I get all excited and bookmark it so I can go back to it again and again.
Today I visited Anne’s place. Love it! I particularly like her Veggie Wednesday entries as I’m always interested in vegetarian dishes. I’m not a vegetarian, but I think vegetables deserve more than steam and butter. I also think there is more to life and dinner than an enormous slab of meat. Don’t read too far into that. Steak has its place, but I’m terribly finicky when it comes to the kind of beef I get and I’m not fond of overly large, fatty, or generally poor quality cuts. I didn’t even like red meat and often refused to eat it until I moved to Nebraska, so that should tell you something right there…
But I digress; I wasn’t talking about my picky eating habits, I was talking about the spiffy new blog I found. So far I’ve loved all of Anne’s recipes and can’t wait to try several of them out. Especially one from one of her latest posts for Veggie Wednesday: Lasagna Rolls on Sauce Béchamel.
I’ll let you know how it turns out as soon as I make it.
Oh, and I’ve blogrolled Anne. Hope she doesn’t mind.
There is only one more slice of that wicked, sinful, deliciously chocolaty cheesecake left.
I bought it yesterday. Where did it all go?
I think I’m sitting on most of it…
While I was at Target last night I found some of this. The women at the check-out swore that it wasn’t very good, and so I assume that it is mostly a precaution against accidental ingestion. I know my cats are the #1 offenders when it comes to eating things they shouldn’t.
Still, I’m half tempted to get a package of it for myself just to eat it.
A hermit.
Nah, it’s just one of those days. It’s not a bad day, really, it’s just kind of blah. It’s overcast, too, but I love it when it’s cloudy which is perhaps due to an early childhood spent living in Oregon. It’s just a move away and live alone in the woods with no modern conveniences kind of day.
My parents have a great acreage on a lake up in northern Wisconsin that some day, finances provided, Mr Husband and I will be getting a little spot on. If I have my way, we’ll put a little cabin up there and it won’t have a phone or internet or cable or anything. Husband would probably go into withdrawals, but if it gets too bad I can always send him over to my parents’ place. They’ve got all that stuff. I just can’t imagine going up there “to get away from it all” and spend a summer doing all the same things we do at home.
When we were kids we’d stay at the Big Cabin and it didn’t have things like cable, air conditioning, phones–there was even a time when it didn’t have hot water but that, mercifully, was remedied. Over the years the Big Cabin has evolved and even grown in size. It’s now owned by my aunt who takes excellent care of it.
I miss the summer days I spent up there when I was little. My sister, and later my brother, and I would spend hours playing in the lake or in the woods. Digging up mud to make clay pots that we would fire in the fire pit. Fishing. Hiking and picking berries along the way. Catching toads. Building things. Playing cards. Roasting hot dogs or marshmallows.
And I want that for my daughter, but I don’t see it happening with all the distractions of the modern world.
Man, I gotta get away from all this stuff.
Sent the newest pictures of Shake’N'Bake (see sidebar) to my parents and my father responded with, “Thanks. I got them and made email-size for mom. They look great. Pretty soon she’ll be blowin’ the froth off the ale.”
One half of me wants to nod with pride (Hells yeah, she will!) and the other wants to deny that she will even know what alcohol is until she’s 30.
Super Target fits in there somewhere.
I can’t go to this place and not buy something.
Tonight, I went with the intention of buying diapers and two gallons of milk. We go through milk in greater quantities than we do toilet water in this house, and that’s not very much of an exaggeration.
Instead I came home with:
I needed the olives in order to make martinis. I simply cannot have vodka martinis without olives, and I cannot have gin martinis at all (barf).
I’m about half way through one of said martinis (takes the edge off my budget deficit guilt complex) and I’m really feeling it, in case you couldn’t tell. I tend overuse the parenthesis when I’m tipsy.
I can’t believe I’m eating this shit. 1430 calories is my entire daily allotment and I’m eating it because it’s on my desk. Husband brought it home and I didn’t recognize it. I seriously thought he brought home a frozen dinner for me. (Gee, thanks Babe.) Is this just an Army thing? All we got were the plain tan plastic pouches. This thing is in a colorful cardboard box with an applesauce cup, tray of what appears to be meat…stuff, an entire can of juice, and some other assorted high-caloric goodies.
Old habits die hard, though. I’m avoiding the main course like the plague as there are no AF Flybois to pawn it off to (why most of the AF guys I met love these things is beyond me). And there is no way in hell I’d fire up that heater pack; the smell of them still turns my stomach. Although, I suppose that if I got bored enough I could save it to make a heater bomb out in the parking lot.
Moving on… This better not be a continuing trend. I don’t want another cupboard full of MREs that nobody wants to eat.
I suppose it’s safe to say, now, that Husband has a new job!
He’s going to be an 88M instructor starting Monday.
Full Army Playtime. (As opposed to monthly.) No airborne school for him, though. He squeaked by that one by the skin of his teeth. I still would have gone for him.
But I digress.
Hurray! *beer@everyone*
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