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My homey Colleen is working her booheiner off to get us up and running, but all change takes time. In the meantime, feel free to check out the new catagory widgit I put on the left side of the blog. You can find all of the posts that way.
Technical difficulties will be a thing o’ the past soon. See you at sketchyrecipe soon.
Looks like tuna to me?
Because it’s all food, all the time here.
Firefly Thorax. Not mine, but one of my favorite summertime sights.
Check morguefile.com for more wonderful photos.
The Archer Farms Green Chile and Cheese Tamales have been discontinued from my SUPERTARGET. Yes, we are a SUPER U.S. Majority family, but do not punish us by taking away our most non-ethnic/homogenized “ethnic” food. Just like I dream we have a clothesline, and a pig, and hens roaming about the back 0.14 acre, I acutely now feel pain in paying $6.00 to burn sweet petrol to buy totally faux tamales. THEY ARE YUMMY. Damnation. The ironies in These Times do sting.
If only we had a Prius.
I do love these little feet. I love them best in sandals with dirty kid toes…
So Very Good.
(Let me know how much you love the short before the movie. All of the Recipes were in stitches.)
This is a beautiful, wonderful, very good movie. See it thrice.
RockStar took this picture of her empty ice cream bowl as her first representation of Summer. Yum.
Skin tone. BabyDaddy (melanin boy) & Sketchy (fishbelly white), but I do know that it’s summer by his savage tan!
*A Cautionary Tale*
First the bizarre! I bought 62 food items from my grocer, including produce, dairy, & meat, and the total was $134.00. TRUST ME, that has never, ever, ever happened in the Recipe house. That is about one hippie/canvas/reusable bag for us. We can economize!
Now the tragic. The SR method of potato bakery involves a spud, a cotton towel, and a microwave. Then you wrap the hot tater in foil and let it percolate for about 15 minutes.
Had I known that this towel had a martyr complex,
or wanted to make a statement about the environmental effects of casual microwave use,
I would have listened and kept it in general dish drying rotation. But NOOOOOOO. It had to catch on fire, causing me to throw it out the back door, panic, and douse it with a carafe of water.
What The Hell? – I don’t mind telling you that I have had to have an extra glass of box wine to get through this. And I’m not the only one who is traumatized.
