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Um … yeah.

Me: They don’t taste like BBQ.
Tim: No, they don’t.
Me: They make me think of Christmas. There’s a slight pine-y taste … or cedar. They taste like a cedar chest smells.
Tim: Um, I don’t taste that at all. I think you might be having a stroke.

Ah, my freakin taste buds. 🙂


This Is My Soapbox. (My one and only)

I am so sick of hearing everyone complain about Chick-fil-A. Wait, let me rephrase. I am so sick of hearing everyone say they are sick of everyone complaining about Chick-fil-A. Yep, that’s better.

Here is the important thing about opinions: everyone has them, everyone is entitled to them, and most important, you can’t taste, touch, smell, or see an opinion. And here’s the distinction. The huge deal with Chick-fil-A, in my not-humble opinion, is about money. Money, last time I checked, is tactile. You can definitely see it, touch it, taste it, smell it, and, oh hey!, hear it rustle in your fingertips. Dan Cathy, the President and COO of this restaurant has certain opinions about marriage and who should participate. That’s fine. He can think whatever he wants, as can I. But, for me, the issue is not what’s in his mind, but in his wallet. Rather, his company’s wallet.

It might surprise some people to learn that I have not eaten in Chick-fil-A in YEARS. The #1 reason is their chicken. (Side tangent: as a person who hasn’t eaten red meat in over two decades, and eats super crunchy bacon only a half-dozen times a year, I eat a fair amount of chicken. I might be a chicken connoisseur. They don’t have good chicken. I’m sorry, but they really don’t. I’m not sure what the rest of you are tasting, but it’s not delicious.) The #2 reason I don’t give Chick-fil-A my money is their sponsorship of anti-gay/lesbian events. This restaurant, while not a publicly owned company, provides a public service. If one is in the business of serving food to the masses, they should be non-discriminatory. But should Chick-fil-A be able to donate money to whatever organization they want? Sure! Absolutely! They can and do have that right. But why should I contribute to a corporation that will use part of its profits to support causes I think are wrong?

The next time someone tells me/posts on Facebook how they are all for marriage equality, but we should leave poor Dan Cathy and his restaurant chain alone, and blah, blah, blah, I might throw up. I read a comment recently on some site from some random guy going off on all the people who were upset about Chick-fil-A and threw out: Are you going to stop buying products from all the other companies who contribute money to similar causes? My first thought was sure, okay. People like to talk a good game about being responsible, whether about the environment, government, social issues, etc.. I’d say 95% of the people I know don’t do shit about what they say. I used to get the waffle fries at Chick-fil-A; it was the only thing I liked there. Several years back about I read about some of their sponsorship and stopped eating said fries.

The other thing that drives me nuts are the animal lovers. So many people post crap all day long on Facebook about animals, animal cruelty, puppy mills, what have you. How many of you make an effort to ensure the beauty products you buy are animal friendly? I’m going to guess not that many of the people on my friend’s list who populate my news feed. My TRESemme shampoo/conditioner that I use daily states no animal testing on the back. My toner, eye cream, bath salts, mud mask, and a couple of others list the same. Do I make an effort to buy products from companies that I think are responsible in their productions? Yes. Is it 100%? No, but I try. I like furry little cats and dogs and bunnies and all the like, and I don’t want my vanity crap tested on them.

So to wrap up my soapboxing, I think everyone who is so upset about social issues should do something about it. What if every single person who said they were for marriage equality actually stopped using products from companies who used their profits to fund anti-equality groups? I’m not saying we have to take down all the corporations or flood the streets and start riots. For the record, I like peaceful protests. Change one thing. Recycle only your soda cans if you want, or trade your shampoo for a different one. Corporations are free to spend their money wherever, and I’m free to not spend mine.


Yummy, yummy, in my tummy.


Wow, has real life been distracting me from my blog for, well, ever. 🙂 Here’s my return with a food post. I never really planned to blog about food, and I know I’ve done a few food-related posts here or there, but what the heck.

A friend recently came to visit and brought us a cast-iron skillet he picked up at a peddler’s mall for about $10.00. It was super rough-looking, but he and my husband took out the rack in the grill, built a small fire and baked the holy moly out of it, scoured the holy moly out of it and turned into a great piece of cookware. I love cast-iron. I haven’t used any since moving out of my parent’s house 12 years ago, and have never gotten around to buying any. Now I can’t imagine why I never did.

The ten buck investment has paid off. It cooks bacon like a dream. I barely need to put my burner above low/low-med to achieve my beloved crunchy bacon state. My husband has been warming up his Kentucky Legends sliced ham in it. Last week we bought some peaches at the store and I had one thought: Cobbler. That’s right. Cobbler. We indeed used all the peaches for cobbler, so of course I’m having a cobbler craving. My favorite is cherry. I know everyone loves apple cobbler, apple pie, apple blah-blah, but I’ll take cherry over apple any day. (It’s the cinnamon. I’m just not a huge fan of cinnamon. Small doses, people. Like The Beatles.)  Last year, I think, I made a peach-strawberry cobbler, which got me thinking what to add with the cherries. We made cherry-blueberry. I bought sweet cherries. Normally my summer cherry fruit buying is for Cherry Soup, a recipe from my Polish great-grandmother, but not this year. I found a simple recipe, which I think uses less butter than the Paula Dean recipe. 🙂  Enjoy the photos and, more importantly, go bake! Homemade sweets are always better.

1 Cup all-purpose flour

1 Cup granulated sugar

1 Cup milk

2 tsp. baking powder

1 tsp. vanilla

1 tsp. cinnamon (use with peaches/apples)

1 stick unsalted butter

4 Cups fruit

Using a whisk, mix the flour, baking soda and cinnamon.  Add sugar, vanilla and milk, mixing thoroughly. Heat the stick of butter in said cast-iron skillet on 350 degree oven for 5 mins. When it is all melted, don’t brown it!, rotate the skillet to coat the sides, then add melted butter to the flour mixture and stir until thoroughly incorporated. Pour into hot skillet, pour fruit in the middle and bake until the top is golden brown and your cake tester comes out clean. (Toothpick for all us non-fancy people) ‘Bout 35-37 mins for our oven.

** I’ll say that we used 1 C of blueberries and measured out 3-ish cups of cherries, pre-halved and pitted. And for our peach one, we just sliced up 5 peaches, lol. I’ll also say, I’ve never measured out vanilla, ever, so whatever you think is best, go for it. We make our own, so a little extra makes it better than the imitation crap anyway.

I Only Like The Edges

On one of our many recent trips to KY from WV:

(McDonald’s Drive-Thru)

Tim: You’ll eat some of my McChicken.

Me: No, I don’t want any.

Tim: Yes you do. You like them.

Me: I only eat the edges. I like the parts covered in fried goodness. I don’t like the middle, it’s disgusting.

Tim: Something happened to you as a child. I don’t know what, but something, and I’m going to find out one day.


I might have food issues. 😀








Years and years ago, I got a chocolate-chip cookie recipe from the back of a Crisco can. And for years and years, from making it, I knew it by heart. Sadly, I can only recall half the measurements. Searching online resulted in some similar recipes, but not the one I wanted.
I decided to try the current recipe on the Crisco can, except I replaced all purpose flour with bread flour, taking that from an Alton Brown recipe, and refrigerated the dough for a couple o’hours before baking.
Normally, in baking I’m not adventurous, but the batch turned out much better than expected, and my husband swears they are the best cookies I’ve ever made.
I’ve been feeling super blah lately, from work and personal stuff, but chocolate-chip cookies are my all-time favorite cookies. Possibly my favorite dessert. There’s nothing better than whipping up a batch to chase away the blues.
Plus, I get to eat cookie dough. Life doesn’t get much better than homemade cookie dough. 🙂

Not What I Ordered

– noun
sliced bread that has been browned by dry heat.

– verb (used with object)
to brown, as bread or cheese, by exposure to heat.

We should all take notice of the word ‘brown’ in those definitions.

This morning, I was early for work so I went to Tim Hortons for the first time. It’s WV’s answer to a coffee shop. There are only two Starbucks in/around Charleston: 1 in the hospital and 1 in the mall. Not convenient for early mornings. And the only Panera isn’t very close to me either.
At Tim Hortons, I ordered a toasted everything bagel with cream cheese (b/c they had no sesame seed bagels) and a chocolate glazed doughnut.
Herein lies my issue. Panera decently toasts their bagels, not quite as much as I love, but pretty darn close. My bagel this morning wasn’t toasted. Wasn’t even warm. Yes, the cream cheese was cold, but so was the bread. It’s my understanding toasted items are hot and noticeably browner.

I’m not sure when restaurants in this part of the country stopped actually toasting things. Warmed does not equal toasted. I’m sorry, but it really doesn’t. I can’t speak for other areas, but it is the same in KY. Half the time if you order a grilled cheese, it arrives as the lightest shade of brown that could be called that, which really means it’s two butter-soaked pieces of bread with almost melted cheese. Uuurgh.

My doughnut this morning also turned out to be not what I ordered. The whole thing only cost $3.07, so I guess I can’t be too surprised.

People may knock places like Starbucks and Panera, but I never have a bad experience at those establishments. Never.
Maybe that’s why some of us are willing to pay a bit extra.

Tim’s Tales

Tim: (Gets in the car with his new HD Aviators) How do these look?

Me: (Doubles over steering wheel, laughing.) You look like a retired mobster living in Florida. But, you know, the kind with health problems so they can’t really do anything anymore.


Doing the dishes after breakfast:

Me: Oh, I see, you’re just going to wash the dishes we used this morning.

Tim: Yeah. I’m not washing that other sh*t.

Me: You are …

Tim: I know. I’m amazing.

Me: That’s not the word I was going to use.



 Me: How much spaghetti are you getting?

Tim: I’m not. I got spaghetti, thin spaghetti, vermicelli and fettuccine.

Me: We’re good. We’re done here.


My life with Tim is never dull. 🙂

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