Supper’s ready, and where’s my husband? He’s with our rental car, a running rental car, with the keys sitting smug in the ignition in the locked car. Michael is not inside the car where he should be. Thankfully, he’s at work so he has a safe, warm place to wait, until rescued. So what does…
How to Find Real Food in the Supermarket
This was posted this morning by Facebook friend and food lover Keith (who is cool in my books because he had a piece of Yttrium as his profile picture once). The originator of this poster is Darya Pino, blogger at the Summer Tomato.
Chrystos rodyvsya
Although born in Canada, I’m Ukrainian. Both my parents were born in Canada, but I’m Ukrainian. My grandparents, except the one I sort of share a name with who was born in Canada, were Ukrainian. And I believe everyone else in my family, right back to the time dinosaurs roamed the earth were Ukrainian. Even…
Chef Boyardee
Yes, sometimes a girl’s got to do, what a girl’s got to do, and my lunch of tuna, celery and carrot sticks, didn’t cut it. So I opened my Emergency Can of Chef Boyardee that I keep stashed in my desk. I was ridiculed and scorned by a co-worker who found me out as I…
A Dragon Roll, Some Banjo, and a Photogenic Cheese Biscuit
I’ve figured out that God sits up there in heaven in his fluffy, freshly laundered robe and chortles to himself as he watches people like me spend days constructing a resolution list, and then, within 24 hours, breaking more than half of them. For instance: Resolution 1: Eat healthy. How can one eat healthy when…
Welcome 2011 – You Better Not Suck
Happy New Year! So far 2011 does not suck. And so far, 11 hours in, I have stuck to all my resolutions for 2011. They include: It’s a relief to wake up today, and not have some heavy resolutions weighing over my head, like giving up coffee (never!), or quitting smoking (check! did that back…
Signs of Christmas
A rutabaga in your cubicle is a sign of Christmas. I bought this bad boy for my annual contribution to our family Christmas Dinner, the Turnip Puff. A co-worker and admirer of door photographs, brought in some of his Moroccan wife’s bean dish for me try. A generous Christmas gesture gratefully received. An amazing dish,…
Walsh Fry Up
It’s a lazy Sunday morning. The two of us were entwined together in our cozy bed and determined to stay that way all day long until I whispered the word “bacon” in my beloved’s ear. The covers were kicked back with maddening speed, and next thing I know I’m pulling out fry pans, thawing rashers…
Thanks To Boursin Cheese
Listen up all you so-called friends, family, fans and followers. I demand, DEMAND to know right this minute why none of you have told me about Boursin cheese? *hands on hips tapping foot waiting patiently for an answer* I have seen Boursin cheese on the grocery shelves virtually every time I have shopped. I have…
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