Seven Deadly Sins Haven't Killed Me Yet
Pride
Babble, Babble, And There’s A Tower Garden Somewhere
Sep 25th
Hmmm. I tire of the morning readings. Everything bores me. Is there anything in my little ole brain that is remotely interesting?
I’m still thinking.
I guess I could babble about food.
Let’s see.
I dehydrated carrots, sweet onions and celery again. I wanted to make a spinach dip. Since I possess a wee bit of patience, it takes three days to make dip. For the base, I took a large container of yogurt, lined a strainer with cheesecloth, dumped the yogurt in the strainer, and drained all the whey away. HA! Lipton’s soup mix is the usual additive for such dips. I prefer to make my own these days. My dried mixture is superior. I’m not gonna be a humble about it. Once the veggies are dry, I grind all in a separate coffee mill for herbs, spices, and in this instance dried veggies. There is a mill for coffee and another for other endeavors. If ya don’t live in a such a land, then don’t pay attention to me. A mortar and pestle works too, but I wasn’t angry today. Then, I add sea salt and fresh ground pepper to the dried veggie mixture.
Once the yogurt is drained of all whey, I toss it in the mixer with a block of cream cheese and blend.
Save the whey and add it when you cook beans. It adds extra protein. You people do cook your own beans? Uh-huh
I saute baby spinach, garlic and onions in butter and olive oil. Once wilted, I dump it in the mixer with a cup or two of my dried veggies and the yogurt/cream cheese mixture. I add a heaping dose of Thai chili paste and mix. Voilà! Dip. I like it on thinly sliced baguette, brushed with butter or olive oil and toasted. If I’m feeling particularly Southern, I’ll just spread it on a saltine. I still have issues with Triscuits. I am working on that issue.
I am never good with recipes. It’s always a bit of this, a dash of this, and a lotta this. It usually turns out well. I eyeball everything. Eyeball is a verb in the 21st century. Isn’t it?
I was distracted by a phone call. Someone loves me. HA!
Let me resume.
I think you beings get the gist of the spinach veggie dip. Let’ move to BEEF!
A Final Rumbling? HA!
Aug 5th
ONE, TWO, THREE, CLAMP. Links and words lead. I ain’t a Rhodes Scholar.
I have the patience of a mosquito; suck and flee.
I have no problem with Anthrax.
It is delightful in song.
If I wanted wings, I would seek a child.
If my digits were cumbersome, I would find the nearest chopping block or guillotine. Oops… I had the thought.
When I count one to six, I always wonder about seven.
Mary always troubled me, her son ever worse,
One of these days I will purge them with my thirst.
A man bid adieu and I replied,
‘Begone charlatan,’ as your eyes cried
With vacant sighs.
My tenuous rhymes are tedious, tiresome, and trite, but entertain me on this night.
If the words wander with whisky whistles,
Wistful whispers will wrong willing women.
OOOPS…
Meditative murmurs demand mishandled amenable men.
Equality in escrow entertains.
Ridiculous rhymes astray with alliteration.
I bid adieu like a meddlesome man. Mary’s milk simmers.
Tongues delight. HA!
My tongue is weary.
YAY! Dying Crocs
Jul 21st
The company that makes a shoe that gives me nightmares, faces closure.
Via the Daily Mail:
The news is not all gloom and misery. There is a ray of sunshine. Crocs are going down the drain. The company that manufactured possibly the most hideous shoes in the world is now facing closure.
In 2007, Crocs made a profit of $168.2million. Last year, they lost $185.1million. Their stock price has plummeted 76 per cent. The auditors are wondering if they will manage to stay afloat.
‘The company’s toast,’ an investment analyst told The Washington Post. ‘They’re zombie-ish. They’re dead and they don’t know it.’
YAY! I DESPISE these shoes!
Garden Porn
Jul 15th
My tomatillos are splendid!
There is pepper ignition!
Black beans are still growin’.
Why, Yes! Uncle Petulant is a Glittery Gay
Jul 12th
I went shopping yesterday. I needed to buy more clothes to hang and maybe wear in a couple of months. Such is the way of my world. I also enjoy shopping for the youngin’s, well, one particular youngin’. She just loves the clothes Uncle Petulant buys her. I have bought practical clothing for the young Miss, but she, like Uncle Petulant, loves the shiny. Why buy taupe when you can have gold sequins?
After I finished buying for myself, I ventured into the youngin’ section. I made a quick call to the mother to confirm size, although I also buy for the future. I am certain she will attest to my giddiness over shiny shiny in small sizes. I buy for children like they go clubbing every other night.
Uncle Petulant understands playing dress-up. Let the grandparents buy utilitarian clothing.
So here are my purchases for the young Miss. The photos do not capture the shiny.
Every child requires gold sequined dresses, glittery ponchos and zebra print leggings in case 80s hair metal makes a comeback. I still need to find a ballgown.
My favorite purchase of all time was this black sequined bomber jacket. If only it were in my size.
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