I’m on the verge of spontaneous combustion right now. Why yes, I can predict and plan my own spontaneity. That’s one of the perks of being a sanguine Leo/Virgo cusp monster. Of course there are other perks, such as eyes in the back of my head (fine, they’re cross-eyed) and ninja-like shredding paper skills, but [...]
Tag Archives | tomato
Open-Faced Salmon BLTs
Sometimes I wish it was 1955. But for like, just a week. Do you ever wish you could go back to a specific era of your life and relive it? But not actually relive it, but instead sort of hover over yourself like a little friendly ghost from the future? Oh man I totally do. [...]
The Whatever Cobb Salad
This isn’t really a recipe, my ladyship, but more of a “toss together anything you have cobby lying around and call it a day” salad, my lordship. Oh, sorry about the nicknames. We just finished the first season of Downton Abbey last night and now I’m completely obsessed and wishing I had a hunormous castle [...]
Vegetarian Mexican Salad Boats
Row, row, row your boat, gently down the. . .plate. So, I can’t decide if it’s really really sad or really really awesome that the only Oscar nominated movie I’d seen was Bridesmaids. And on top of that, I can’t decide if it’s really really embarrassing or really really sweet that I got 14 lumps [...]
Tex-Mex Tilapia Tacos
Hi. Yep. It’s November. And hi. Nope. This isn’t an old post. I really am writing about fresh tomatoes and jalapeno peppers from the garden. I really am making fresh salsa, pouring it over my Farrah Fawcett wig in slow motion, in front of a large fan, while wearing an apple red bathing suit. And [...]
World, Meet Summer, at 6 oz and 5 inches Long
Look at that thing. What IS that? Do you even know? I heard these rather disturbing groans and moaning noises coming from the garden, so I walked out and found it giving birth to this HA-UGE orange tomato. They named it summer. Isn’t that sweet? Seriously, the garden is going to have to take it [...]
The Little Creep We Call “Snack Attack”
It happens every afternoon about this time. I start thinking about dinner preparations, and they appear. Out of nowhere. Like little whispers of sin, seducing my brain cells. Hints of snack attacks. The dreaded snack attack. Then they grow. Ohhh and grow. And slowly start to eat me alive. Before long I’m wiping back the [...]