I’ve had (and enjoyed) fruit pizzas, I’ll bet the veggie ones are pretty good as well. (Puts on menu list.)
I hope the brownie was as yum as they sound.
Yeah, well, that didn’t work out before they were formally introduced, now that they are conjoined it will be a hard no.
We will watch them closely and go from there.
The texture was just “off” and it didn’t melt like it should have. It acted like store bought shredded parm tbh. Why yes, I am a cheese snob, its in the job description.
What is the cook pot made of? Stainless steel shouldn’t influence food taste. Did it taste that way before you got Lyme?
What a good guy he is. Be sure to feed him up good so he has the strength to haul it all back home and clean up.
You can give yourself a pat on the back for helping to guide him towards healthy living, good for you too!
We see a lot of dark humor in the situation. Always before our cats showed up on our doorstep (GG doesn’t count. He was a spite cat, but he did come with all of his vetting and we knew up front that we were responsible for having him fixed.), leading us to understand that there is no such thing as a free cat.
We were hoping that getting a cat from a shelter would shelter us from the high cost of a free cat.
Oh well, there is no going back now. The shelter is still on our charity list.
“and I am not 50 anymore”
If you go to your local feed and grain sto, you can probably find some large syringes. Fill one with syrup and inject it inside the pancake. Bacon and maple syrup goes great with everything. (Try it with chopped toasted walnuts over vanilla ice cream. You can thank me later.)
Hubs gets up at 6, pushes the button on the Keurig, then feeds the cats. He also closes the bedroom door on his way out so I can sleep in a few more hours. Today Jolene must have been too slow because she got locked in a no gooshy fud room at gooshy fud time.
We have both commented on how hard it is to know if she is on the bed because she walks so lightly. I’m here to tell you that she does NOT walk lightly when there is fud involved, LOL!!!
Oops, LOL!!! Does it look off to you or is the progression slow enough that you are used to the fade? I have ink on my inner arm and if it was gone I’d find myself wondering if it was actually my arm at random times.
I can’t imagine living without screened doors and windows. Of course, the only times I’ve ever lived without screened doors as when I was living in the barracks, but we still had screened widows we could open. One of the things we will be doing before next year is putting screen doors over the french doors in my room.
Of course I’m in the “cats never go out” camp, so there is that.
Dried cat pee is pretty inoffensive, but it is best to be sure. Get a black light and enzyme cleaner, it’s cheaper than nuking it from orbit.
Did you shoot your eye out? J/K, I’m glad you got the bat out without any being getting hurt.
Ain’t nothing wrong with getting your panties out of the dryer. Who’s going to notice if they are wrinkled?
It’s finally cooled down here. It never made it to 80 and we got a short but violent downpour. No kitties were in my room so I closed the inside door before opening the french doors and just loving the sound and smell.
Hubs put a pork butt in the smoker last night so din will be pulled pork and cornbread. So far our new cast iron pan has only been used for tortillas, this will be the first cornbread attempt.
We did our Sunday morning grocery shopping and found pork chops and hamburger in the used meat bin, then found Italian sausage on sale too. This whole restocking food thing is getting kinda old, I don’t think we need to get everything all at once but hubs…
Before we moved, we both took care of breakfast and lunch as we wanted. Well, I cooked a lot of stuff for him to warm up, but I didn’t serve it to him.
When we moved, I got in the habit of making lunch for us both because we were living out of an ice chest and samwiches and chips were easy. Nowadays Jolene knows when lunch time is. She loves deli chicken and thinks that deli turkey is pretty good as well. All I have to do is walk into the kitchen around noon to have her turn into PITA kittah, underfoot and reaching up towards the counter.
Today we had late breakfast at Tudor’s so weren’t in need of lunch.
Jolene was. The wailing and begging and starving drama was so much that I finally caved and gave her a piece of deli chicken.
I sure showed her!!!