I'm having either the last of the deli sliced beef with sharp local dairy cheddar on locally-baked rye, with actual shaved horseradish in sour cream, and a locally grown honeycrisp apple for dessert. Either that or white beans cooked with veg and scraps of the ham butt we baked last week. Or rosemary-ginger-tarragon roasted boneless skinless chicken breast, steamed rice, and sweet potato braised in butter with ginger and dill. Leftovers, FTW!
Barb, I've always loved that author photo--your eyes are amazing in it. Book signings, also FTW!
I do! I have a husband who's a wizard in the kitchen, especially considering he cooks around all my stoopit food sensitivities and intolerances. If he wasn't willing to find things I can eat and prepare them so they taste good, I'd be eating rice crackers out of the package, and raw spinach.
Yay, book signing, Barb!!!
Sparky, happy, happy birthday wishes.
ION, I need brain bleach to get the sight of some of those vibes outta my inner eye. Corn? Really?
Gives new definition to cornholing... Unfortunately.
Cornholing has always sounded dirty to me.
Cornhole is a legitimate game, y'all!
...yeah, I can't even type that with a straight face. But apparently Cincinnati is the world capital of cornhole, or something like that. Because we are PURE GODDAMN CLASS.
I have played the GAME and I have enjoyed THE GAME. GAMEGAMEGAMEGAME.
