Friday, October 31, 2014
Thursday, October 30, 2014
What's there to think about????
Some girls are GINGERS
Some girls are MARY ANNS
The way I feel about faux furs and satin...
Jewels and lace...
THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO DO, BUT TO EMBRACE
THE FACT THAT I AM A GINGER
I all about the GLAM ,
the OH LA LA` and
STOP TRYING TO DRESS ME LIKE MARY ANN
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
First: A refresher on BONE SOUP. Unless you already practice BONE SOUP in your kitchen.
Momma has a stockpot simmering once a week, so in our house it is a staple. But if you need more convincing on the pros of bone soup look here:
Now comes the magic.
Look, I will be honest with you. I am no MAX. He is a fan of all things green. He even loves Bok Choy. Pohhwey, YUCK!
But living with my family means that they have "cultivated" [momma would argue "evolved" "elevated"] my taste buds. Whatever,
I will admit that the first time I saw momma make this I hoped with crossed paws it would not end in my bowl. Hate to admit it... but with the same fervor and uncrossed paws, I begged for it to end up in my bowl because it smelled to die for. And I was not the only four legged salivating .
So ... what was interesting to me is that the momma made two trays. One had onions... both red, white and scallions and chives!. Ugh, She added cherry tomatoes and garlic and green and red peppers along with the root veggies. Something about daddy eating with his eyes... [ Two leggeds are so weird!!!!] Clearly that was not for US!
But, right next to that tray was a tray with root veggies, squash, carrots, parsnips, sweet potatoes, fresh pumpkin, yellow beet root, zucchini and turnips. Momma spritzed everything with coconut oil, lightly seasoned the tray with a pinch of salt and fresh minced rosemary and thyme.
The oven was preheated at 425 and momma casually took out the bone soup.
WHY is she touching OUR bone soup????? You know, I am not into sharing my "staples".
I was hoping to score a little dish, but she was humming and pfumpfing along and when she is in that zone... she is clueless.
She popped the two trays in the oven and set the timer for 30 minutes.
Yuh, I am not going to lie to you. I heard the beeps and said to myself...
"Great dead veggies. Poor daddy. UGH"
Meanwhile, two ladles of bone soup went into a small stock pot and momma reduced that already rich stock by half.
She added one TBSP of Marmite [yea you can leave it out, peasant. We like the taste.
Daddy is a peasant too. He hates it, but he will never know it was in here... Momma said so.]
As soon as the alarm went off, momma poured half of the reduced bone soup in each tray and cranked the oven up to 450 for another 15 minutes.
OK, by now I have to tell you... the three four leggeds in this house was holding an oven vigil.
The smell coming out of that oven was pawsitively intoxicating.
And there was momma. All smug and happy.
By the time she finally took everything out of the oven
the four of us [daddy included] were more than ready to concede
defeat and declare root veggie love.
And while daddy helped himself immediately to the tray, we had to wait for everything to cool down!
Finally, we each got our din din bowls and along with our turkey and pork, we had the
roasted veggies... which tasted like BONE SOUP, only BETTAH!!!
And, I would love it if she only made potatoes this way. I love potatoes.
I take after my auntie Robin, according to auntie Robin.
And now I dare you to share the magic of roasted veggies cooked with bone soup!
'vie THIS IS A TASTY TUESDAY!
Monday, October 27, 2014
Max-a billion... [his new nickname] hoards all manners of toys by the door, so when his walk happens... he will have toy options. You know... he is a dog of means, and he only goes on walks carrying some of his swag. What do you mean you need room to open the door?????
Meanwhile... further south in the state... JD is trying to enjoy his morning turkey while...
The turkey gobbling girl... named Wendy is quietly stalking him. And if he blinks, or if he goes to take a sip of water... she will steal the treat.... Yes. This is serious MISCHIEF!
But one little girl is fully focused on something momma said.
She said... and I quote: "After breakfast we will have some errands to do."
So now Silvieon4 is stalking momma.
"Momma, are you ready yet? When are we going? Can we stop and look at the live sushi? [she loves aquariums...she loves sushi....]
"Momma is it time yet????"
I am tired of waiting... is it time yet????? I am just going to rest my drooly mouth on your purse while I wait... and wait... and wait...
Sunday, October 26, 2014
It is fall. I know this because the momma went out and bought more rags for us. AS if we needed "rags".
She is in love with this black and white sweater thingie. Bought a matching one for the Wendy. Yuh. Really. because my favorite thing is to be matchie matchie with the Wendy.... NOOOOT!!!! I am me. I have my own style.
We all know I favor the upscale, glam look of a faux fur. I shine in satin, I sparkle in silks, I beam in designer wear... This just makes me feel humpty dumpty suburbia.... and that is NOT MOI!
But I am letting momma have her moment.
But it will have consequences. This will cost her something. I will cogitate and demand my payment at a later time. Meanwhile.... happy Black and White Sunday. Thank goodness this is VA and it is too dang warm for this get up today!!!
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Found the ray of sun to sit by and supervise... it is Saturday!
The daddy is making our breakfast...
I have to supervise.
I am not fully awake.
I still have some sleep wrinkles in me.
It is my job to supervise.
You thought that being me was easy... right? NOT!
Daddyyyyy you forgot the sweet potato. Oh OK. There it is.
Momma puts her mis en place "en place" all at once.
You make too many trips to the fridge.
I am not telling you what to do, I am just saying... there is a right way of getting things done and ...
Oh never mind.
Just don't forget the turkey jerky treat and our candy. [I know it's a vitamin, but momma calls it candy and we humor her...]
You sure take a long time.
I do appreciate you, chill. Focus on my breakfast. I love you daddy.
[Talk about high maintenance. Momma does not need a song a dance to make our breakfast.]