Nance and Jane only keep me around because I keep things light (read: shallow). They are the Queens o’ Snark, and I am the yappy little sidekick dog.
I would have stomped off in a huff, but it’s too true to be denied.
(Also, Nance called me “nice.” That bitch!)
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I tried the
Sweet Potato Crack that all the
TUS-ers have been raving about for ages, and I’ll admit it – I was skeptical. Sweet potatoes, thyme, salt, and olive oil? Thyme. Who likes thyme? How could this dish be good? As if!
Also, it makes me nervous to follow recipes that don’t have exact measurements.
I have not the words to describe the tasty goodness of Sweet Potato Crack. It fucking ROCKS, and I’m about to sell
Tubby on the street so I can afford to buy up every sweet potato in the country and spend the rest of my days standing over the baking dish burning my fingers as I pick pieces of fresh-out-of-the-oven SP Crack and stuff them in my face.
Also! Sweet potatoes are GOOD FOR YOU!
Ounce for ounce, they have as much beta-carotene as carrots. A mere four ounces contain 50 percent of your daily requirement of vitamin C, as much potassium as a banana and a good amount of fiber.
Next time, I’m going to add more garlic, though. There’s no such thing as too much garlic. (Don’t look at me like that; Fred loves my garlic breath!)
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I am even more klutzy than usual lately. Yesterday, I smashed the pinky toe on my right foot into the end of the bed, even though I could have sworn I was at least six feet from the bed at the time of the smashing. Today, while stepping into the SHOWER, I smashed my entire foot into the bottom of the shower and now, two hours later, it still aches.
One of these days I’m going to smash my foot into something, and ::plunk!::plunk!::plunk!:: my toes are going to pop off one by one and go rolling under the bed, to never be seen again.
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I stayed up late to finish
Life of Pi, and while I’m giving it three Poos over on the
reading list, the end kind of made me roll my eyes a little. I don’t know, I guess that’s just not what I wanted to see, but it was a fairly cool book all in all.
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POSSIBLE THE BACHELOR SPOILERS IN THIS SECTION
I wasn’t surprised to see Meredith go last night, though I was a little disappointed. When the rose ceremony started, I said to Fred, “Either Meredith or Mary is going tonight”. I suspect that Mary will go next week, because the fact that she wants to start a family immediately is scaring Bob a little. My prediction is that it’ll come down to Kelly Jo and Estella. I liked Kelly Jo a little more until just now when I went over to check out Estella’s profile and saw that she listed her hobbies as
Doing the running man, break dancing and making animals out of balloons and answered the question “What are you most proud of” with
My ability to walk fast while talking on a cell phone. Heh.
At this point, though, I’m having a hard time preferring any of the women because they’re all so gorgeous and sweet. I think Kelly Jo is maybe a little too much like Bob and he needs someone to offset his crazyzanydorkiness. But he can’t wrong with any of them, really.
Ah, I miss the old days when I had LeeAnn to hate… (Not!)
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We watched the last hour of
Joe Schmo last night, and it was fairly interesting. I like that Matt pointed out that even though everyone kept saying the show was “for” him, that it really wasn’t – they came up with the concept and
then found him, so it really wasn’t
for him. I also like that he pointed out that although everyone said he was such a nice guy, he was aware that the cameras were around him and acted accordingly.
Also – Marcia! – he didn’t say whether he and Brian were still friends or not, but he did say that he had to work through his anger at Brian (who was also a writer for the show) before they could continue their friendship, which I think is a good sign. That he’s still
willing to be friends with Brian, I mean.
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I CAN’T WAIT ‘TIL IT’S TIME FOR SURVIVOR!!!
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In case you were wondering, Gizmo is doing well. She and her big sister Dulcinea are Best Friends Forever.
The Bean says “Who, me? I was just sitting here! I didn’t smack at your ass, really I didn’t!”
Miz Poo decides not to put the smack down and instead heads for a nice, warm sun spot.
But the Bean follows.
Frightened by Miz Poo’s scary growl, he flees to the living room, where he curls up and dreams of kicking her ass.
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That update pic on Gizmo is precious!! It is framable it is so cute!
Thanks for the recipe..gonna try it out before Thanksgiving. When I saw it was a Martha Stewart I got a little nervous (I am no Martha by any means–heh).
Frame-able..framable just looks crazy to me now that I wrote it.. Oh and YAY I got first entry!!
Bean looks like he’s sticking his tongue out in the last picture. LOL, Too cute! I hope your foot feels better soon. You know, before you have a chance to traumatize it again. *grin*
Gizmo and Dulcinea – too cute.
Sweet. Potato. Crack.
Skeptical here, too. But wanting and oh-so-willing to try it. Convinced I’ll like it. Gotta, gotta have it. Mmmmmmm.
The first picture of Miz Poo and Da Bean got me thinking: What does that remind me of…? Then in a flash I had it! If Da bean faced into a stiff breeze he’d catch some serious air, just like the flying nun!
Say: Believe me, I was completely skeptical when I first saw the recipe, but they go on and on about it over at TUS, so I thought I’d give it a try. The first bite I took I thought “Eh.” But the more I ate, the better it was, and now I’m wondering how many times I can make it for dinner next week!
Tracy: That’s exactly it! The Bean loves to put his ears back when he’s trying to look scary, and one of these days, if we have a window open… Well, who knows what can happen?
I am now officially a Robyn and Fred groupie. I DREAMED about you guys last night. We were in line somewhere and you, Fred, and the Spud were ahead of us. Me, shy retiring type that I am, started shouted and waving my arms, “Robyn! Hey Robyn. Hey! That’s Robyn, Fred, and the Spud!” You, Robyn, turned bright red at being stalked in a public place like that and you started to quickly usher Fred and the Spud in the opposite direction. Sounds pretty much like real life, right? Well, here’s the kicker. For some damn reason I had my Billy Bob teeth (http://www.bbteeth.com) in my mouth while I was calling you and you were so appalled by my dental work that it increased your desire to get away from me tenfold. Naturally the dream ended with me desperately trying to get the teeth out my mouth. I was so upset that I didn’t get to talk to you in person.
Yes, I am a freak.
Giz & Dul’s picture is Xmas card quality. I wish my 3 brats would cuddle and let me take such a sweet picture. No – they won’t get on the same bed together. Obviously, I’m feeling a little jealous and full of self-pity. But I still love the picture – who knows I might take it and use it as my Xmas card!
Robyn, I am like you, I am skeptical about trying a recipe that does not have specific measurements. So I surfed around on Martha’s site, and have come up with what I believe is the original recipe…
Sweet Potato Wedges
Serves 4
3 sweet potatoes, peeled, halved crosswise, then cut into 1-inch wedges
4 cloves garlic, crushed
1 1/2 tablespoons olive oil
1/4 teaspoon dried thyme
1/4 teaspoon salt
Crushed red pepper, to taste
1. Preheat oven to 400°. On a rimmed baking sheet, toss the sweet potatoes with the garlic, oil, thyme, salt, and crushed red pepper. Roast until tender and beginning to brown, 30 to 45 minutes.
Thanks for the Matt/Brian update, Robyn!
I swan, you guys and your fear of recipes. Throw that shit in a bag and shake it up. Then eat it. You can’t go wrong with anything that’s got garlic and olive oil in it. 🙂
Laurie, you freak, you cracked me up. I promise, I won’t avoid you and your Billy Bob teeth! Heh.
Joan – awesome! Thank you! 🙂
OMG! Stanley is SOFA KING cute! I’ll trade you for Gizmo. There is such kitty harmony around my house it’s BORING. Well, not really — they are like Tazmanian devils in the morning.
Hey, that’s not my Tracy up there, is it? No, I didn’t think so.
Robyn…what is it around here? I did not dream about you and Fred…but I did dream about Tubby last night. I was dreaming about my own kitties who constantly fuss at each other, when all of a sudden, Tubby walked in proud as you please and plunked down in the middle of our living room floor. Both of the other kitties were so shocked, they stopped fussing and ran away. I woke up chuckling.
A super duper thanks to Joan for finding the recipe…I was in a positive spazzed out state of mind over the recipe! I mean what the hey does “thyme” mean? I was so panicky…I called my dh and said. WTF! Is it dried thyme? Is it fresh? Can you find fresh this time of year in RI? What type of garlic? Will the minced garlic I have in the fridge do? What about pepper? Most people add pepper when they add salt. Why no pepper? What type of olive oil? Virgin? Extra Virgin? Regular? Do you marinate? I swear they were going to have to drug me senseless all the while I’d be babbling…must find recipe!
(pardon spelling…I never finished college!)
Beth, I can tell you that I used the minced garlic from the jar I had in the fridge, and it was faaaaaaaaaabulous. 🙂
Queens o’ snark? We decided we would rather be considered catty, not snarky…snarky is so twop and we’re better than that. And oh, my God, you flat out called me a BITCH! I am appalled.
When you mentioned Garlic breath I thought of Altoids Kink. Just thought you should know!
PS: C.R.
OMG! That IS my Tracy. I am so embarrassed.
Tell your sister to read the book “The 5 people you meet in heaven” by the guy who wrote Tuesday’s with Maurrie
I love the pictures of Gizmo & sister!! They look so happy & cute together!!
In the last “Stan the cat man” (lol) picture..it looks like he has his little tounge out!! Cute!!!!!!
YES! The Five People You Meet In Heaven is FANTASTIC!!! :c)
I flew from Ohio to Nebraska last weekend, and bought it in the bookstore–I read it in one leg of the flight–a grand total of about 80 minutes!!!
(I always get nervous giving books rave reviews…b/c people might read them and want to hurt me if they didn’t like it….but oh well. I enjoyed it, I guess that’s what matters!)