(Fred sent me these links this morning.)
Kanye: Douchebag.
Beyonce: Class act.
There are entries up at Love & Hisses for Friday and yesterday. Bill had to have a little maintenance work done on one of his eyelips, and so far it’s looking pretty good.
Saturday was a super-busy day for me, a day I spent mostly in the kitchen. When we went to the flea market two weeks ago, we bought a big bag of apples so that I could make some Caramel-Apple Jam and some applesauce. I let the apples sit in the kitchen because I didn’t want to deal with them, and finally Saturday I decided it was time to get my ass in gear. I made a batch of Caramel-Apple Jam, but unfortunately after all the work of peeling and slicing and dicing the apples, the fucking stuff didn’t gel, and so what I’m left with are 7 pints of Caramel-Apple syrup.
(I guess that means I’ll need to start making pancakes or french toast to use the syrup on, right?)
I actually think the syrup would be a good hand pie filling. I may have to give that a try.
I have plenty of apples left, so I’ll likely try another batch of the jam this week before I use the rest of the apples to make and can applesauce.
I also made a Reese’s Cup Chocolate Peanut Butter Cake. Really, really good cake, but also very filling, and the pigs ended up getting about 3/4 of the cake when all was said and done. Next time I make it, I’m going to freeze half of it, right off the bat, I think.
I cut the tops off and froze about a gallon of habaneros (I have a ton of them put away now, which is a good thing – Fred says he thinks the habanero plants in the garden are just about done producing), and put a couple of trays of cayenne peppers in the dehydrator to dry (to grind up into cayenne powder because we have about three years’ worth of cayenne powder, but apparently we need to just KEEP ON GROWING the goddamn things, so what the hell else am I going to do with them?).
We had a late lunch/ early dinner at Logan’s Roadhouse, then swung by the grocery store to pick up a few groceries. At home, I spent some time with the kittens and then put together a batch of King’s Ranch Chicken to have for dinner on Sunday, because we had plans and didn’t know what time we were going to get home for dinner.
(Also, I did several loads of laundry at some point during the day and hung them out to dry, then brought it all in and put it away. I am SUCH the Superwoman!)
After that, between Snackin’! Time! and medicating the kittens and scooping the litter boxes, it was time to sit down and watch TV for the evening.
Sunday morning I got up with the intention of making baked blueberry french toast, which I had started the night before, and do you know what I fucking hate? I fucking hate it when recipes say, for an ingredient, “Family-size bag of (whatever)”, and at the grocery store there’s a small bag and a big bag, but the big bag doesn’t say “Family-size bag”, but you assume it’s the family size bag, since it’s the big bag, and yet it turns out to be way too fucking much.
Why can’t recipes list the size of the bag required as “10 oz” or whatever? God, I fucking hate that shit.
(And no, I’m not providing a link to the baked blueberry french toast, because I’m not recommending it, because once I determined that there were too fucking many of this item in the dish, instead of going the rest of the way to make the dish, I gave all that shit to the fucking pigs. If you’re desperate to find a baked blueberry french toast recipe, Google is your friend. And you’ll likely find a recipe that doesn’t start with a goddamn “family size bag” of pita chips FOR THE RECORD.)
So I vacuumed the downstairs, which desperately needed it, and I made pickled jalapeno peppers for Fred, and I checked my cayenne peppers in the dehydrator, and found that they were not, in fact, dry enough to put through the blender.
Fred and I ate breakfast, and then we hit the road in his truck. We drove for an hour and a half to get to Smith Lake, to test-drive a boat, and something was wrong with the engine, so that is yet another boat we did not buy.
We stopped at a flea market on the way home and it was the same old crap that all flea markets always have (but it’s always fun to look, anyway). Then we stopped at a store near the flea market, and it had just about anything you could imagine. There were tools galore and metal signs and all manner of ugly home decor. It was kind of neat to look around that place, actually, and we must have spent 45 minutes wandering around that place before we left.
We got home around 2:30, and I ate lunch and then took a nap with the kittens and pretended to listen to Fred babble on about boats much in the way he pretends to listen to me babble on about kittens, and then I mostly slacked for the rest of the day.
(When I put it that way, I feel like I didn’t accomplish nearly everything I’d intended to over the weekend. Oh! I also emptied, scrubbed out, and refilled all the litter boxes in the house Saturday morning. How about that?)
Wild Hoyt, jumping into the cat tower cubby.
Feeling smug about his conquering of the cat tower cubby.
Bill, in the cat tower cubby, kept biting the end of his tail and then squealing in outrage that someone was biting his tail. He might not be the brains of the operation.
Bill’s Jazz! Paws! as he lays in the cat tower cubby.
Annoyed Hoyt.
“Hey, you! I said no paparazzi!”
“I swear to be cute, the whole cute, and nothing but the cute, so help me dog.”
Jake. Maybe Elwood. How the hell would I know? These boys need to wear collars so I can have some kind of clue who’s who when I see them from a distance or in a picture.
Previously
2008: No entry.
2007: By the way, I still want a pet hummingbird.
2006: Maddy sadly contemplates the vast expanse of my thigh. How will she ever cross it and reach freedom?!
2005: For the record, there’s a big fucking difference between pranking someone and just being an asshole.
2004: Like, so world-weary, like “I can’t be bothered to sign ‘love’, because it sounds so warm, I need something COLDER, so I’ll just scrawl ‘as ever’”.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
Damn, that cake looks good, I can’t believe you gave most of it to the pigs, I would have eaten the whole thing.
Trust me, that cake was VERY heavy. You wouldn’t have been able to eat the whole thing. 🙂
Why do people still pay any attention to Kanye West? I wish he’d disappear.
Maybe that’s why he pulled that particular stunt – people weren’t paying enough attention to him!
While I agree with the attention seeking behavior I wonder if something else plays into his hmm… shall we call them stunts? I remember hearing or reading he was in a very bad car accident. Maybe he had a brain injury? That causes him to act childish and have poor impulse control? I am not making excuses just wondering. I am not a fan of his… just really wonder about him. lol
I wouldn’t be surprised if a head injury plays into it – I don’t know that we’ll ever know for sure. Doesn’t it suck to wonder stuff like that about a celebrity and never know the answer for sure?
He probably just has a simple case of Small Penis Syndrome.
Wendy Williams had pictures of him drinking a bottle of Hennesey -I asked my sister she told me it’s whiskey.(Not much of a drinker). I’ve seen lots of booze=instant asshole too many times. Nothing worse than a mean nasty drunk.
Hennessy is Cognac (which is a type of brandy). It is quite expensive. Only a total douche-bag would chug it out of the bottle on the red carpet. But then that fits, doesn’t it?
I’m an idiot when it comes to booze. It is worse that it was cognac-something meant to be savored slowly in a nice snifter!
And the cake looks great. 🙂
Some days I think I should don a pig snout and curly tail and hide out in the back forty just to see what goodies I could scam. Bet the pigs would protest, tho. 🙂
I’m tired just reading about your weekend. I’ve got to pick up the pace!
I was going to say that the pigs don’t like to share, but the truth is that they share (not willingly, mind you!) with the chickens all the time. The chickens, on the other hand, might run you off the back forty! 🙂
“Officer, I can explain. I was running down the road being chased by chickens while wearing a pig snout and curly tail because…No. No officer, I can’t explain. Just take me in. BTW, what’s for dessert tonight at the jail?”
“NOT Reese’s Cup Chocolate Peanut Butter Cake, ma’am, I can tell you that!”
Total agreement on Kanye West. Selfcentered A-hole.
My sis gave me a recipe for Vodka Dill Pickles that I bet would be great to pickle habaneros. The liquid has a nice kick to it.
(recipe is on my blog)
That sounds kind of good – I’ll have to keep it in mind for next year!
I know the flea market where you stopped. My late husband LOVED the “ToolShed” and could spend a lot of time in there looking at stuff. He did find occasional bargains on some tools. However, there is a lot of overpriced foreign junk in the main flea market shed. Did you visit the shops across the street? There’s a couple of furniture stores there that specialize in really old stuff — and also some genuine antiques.
No, we didn’t go anywhere other than the main flea market and the Tool Shed. We’ll have to save that for the next visit. 🙂
I made pumpkin muffins last week that were a complete and utter fail. My first thought was “I wouldn’t have to throw these out if I could feed them to pigs”.
Pigs are SO handy when it comes to getting rid of kitchen trash. I highly recommend them!
I totally laughed a “JakeWood’s” crazy eyes. Yep, that’s what I’m going to call Jake or Elwood until you can tell them apart. Not fair to credit Jake when it’s really Elwood! Ha Ha!
I can’t remember if I mentioned Pomona Pectin to you, but it is awesome for setting up jams-and-jellies, you can even use lower sugar amounts than most jellies usually call for, and it sets up beautifully. pomonapectin.com i think. If you decide to reprocess that caramel-apple syrup. 🙂
You did mention it – in fact, I was just looking through my comments this morning to find out what it’s called. I’m going to order some and give it a try – but I’ll probably hold onto the caramel-apple syrup as it is, because you can never have too much of that stuff. 🙂
Am I a bad person because I am hoping that one day Kanye West crosses the wrong person and they beat the shit out of him?
Nope, I think that will eventually happen. Dude needs to wake up become a human being.
Robyn, when you make the King Ranch Chicken, how big of a bag of Doritos do you use? And what flavor? Thank you!
What I bought was a 14.5-ounce bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos, but I didn’t even use a quarter of the bag. I’d recommend buying the smallest possible bag (not as small as the snack-size bag, though – or maybe three snack-size bags would work) and just using enough to make a decent layer of Doritos covering the bottom of the pan.
There are other recipes for King Ranch Chicken that have you using tortilla strips instead of Doritos, and I think I’m going to try it that way next time.
Hi Robyn, I am back from Cayman. And lookee there, that is a big ole chocolate Rum cake just waiting to be mailed to Crooked Acres.
Today is not such a great day. Found out we did not get the home equity loan as the house has dropped in value $60k since December AND my company is getting rid of 5,500 headcount (corporate speak for people) by the end of the year. How much sleeping space do you have at Crooked Acres? I would be happy to clean litter boxes and vaccum.
Wait–a bluberry french toast recipe with…pita chips? Really?
I’m a cynical, cranky, doubting, grumbling, NOT-pmsing (at the moment), mid-40 year old grump. So WHY when Beyonce asked Taylor to come to the stage did I tear up? Why?
Because you were thrilled that Beyonce’s so classy? 🙂
Lord, when I die, I want to be an And3rson pig, and then reincarnate me as their cat. Amen
Hi Robyn. Next time you make King Ranch Chicken use corn tortillas instead of Doritos – you can thank me later. xxoo Denise
Yep – I mentioned a few comments above this one that some recipes call for tortillas instead of Doritos, and I plan to give that a try next time. 🙂
oh that cake looks so good!! I feel like I gained 5 lbs just looking at it though. 🙁 Probably a good thing you fed it to the pigs.
Bill’s eyes look really good in today’s pictures. He’s a cute little guy!
WTF are you doing feeding the piggies (no disrespect little porkers) that delicious cake. Call ME! I will come eat it! LOL I had a hard time reading everything else after that.
In your flea market travels, iffin you ever come across a wood swing about 5 foot long, let me know. I’ve been looking for one that I can change out the current swing with (cause I’m too lazy to make new cushions – the old ones are gross). Of course, the new one would have to be cheap.