Labne

If you have not tried this wonderful stuff, you should.
I use it in place of cream cheese and mayo.
Live probiotics are good things, and it is yummy!

I used it instead of mayo in my infamous Purple Potato Salad.
Recipe (of sorts) will be forthcoming shortly.

I am debating on making a fresh batch with pictorial goodness.

Yogurt is your tummy's friend.
Invite it to dinner more often.

Foodgasm

Today was a very good day.

It is no secret that I hate egg-rolls...except for the ones that my best friend's mom makes.

Lee's egg-rolls are so yummy I have dreams about them.
They are marvelous little bites of Vietnamese goodness.

Today she taught me how to make them.

Honored?

You bet your fuzzy butt-cheeks!

Any time someone I respect teaches me anything I am honored, but food is extra special.

She cooks like my grandmother so there are no exact measurements - it is done by sight, feel and smell.
I like that as it is comfortable to me.

As we prepared everything we talked about how food made with love tastes better.

It does.

I have the same feeling about my knitting - which is why I don't knit when I am in a bad mood.
I don't want to weave anger into my cloth.
(I don't cook when I am cranky either - because the food tastes like crap if I do.)

One of the things that I was thinking about as I wrist-deep in tasty filling goo was my friend in Egypt - who was horseback riding around the pyramids today.
How cool is that...to be able to see one of the Great Wonders of the World from horseback?
I added it to my Bucket-List.
Before I kick the bucket, I want to do that.

I know a lot of people that say they don't like Vietnamese food but I think they never had any that was home-made.

I love it because it is fresh and even vegetables I don't like seem to magically transform into tasty little morsels.

I had forgotten how refreshing cold orange slices are.

Now I am going to make a nice pot of Sleepytime Tea and write a bit before bed.

My Friend Across the Globe

I can't say that you meet special people that change your life once in a lifetime because if you pay attention there will be a lot of them.

I my case though, My Spirit-Brother from Egypt has made my life a better place.

As much as I have bagged on how lame Twitter is, I take all of it back.

I LOVE Twitter because it has opened doors to me that I never dreamed of.

I met a friend there that has awakened my good side...and I can not thank him enough for that.

He broke through years of writer's block and depression just by being a good friend.

I can't even say how much that means to me because I can't find the words...maybe they don't exist, but this one person has made my life a better place.

If every person on this planet went out of their way to make one person's life better, how cool would that be?

Thank you for holding up the light so I could find my way out of the darkness, Brother.

Love,

Me

Yeah, I know...

I owe y'all updates and babble and shit.

Sorry.

My brain has been devoured by Twitter, and Stitches West.

This is what happens when I crawl out of my hermit-cave and am exposed to direct sunlight.

Could be worse - I didn't burst into flames.

If I rub both brain cells together hard enough, I might be able to form a decent smoke signal.

First, I have to go play Pothole Frogger and hope a run-away Prius doesn't stuff it into the back of my car.

EXCUSE ME??!

LOOK Twatface,

Yeah, you...the doormat downstairs.

You are a fucking moron.

Let us review WHY I am not sorry I called the cops on that POS you feel the need to fuck:

A) BIG-ASS hole in the wall that HIS DUMB ASS put there.

B) Machete gouge in the garage door.

C) He is a drunken moron with a lot of big knives.

I could go on about this waste of sperm and an egg, but why bother?

"But I love him..."
YOU ARE A FUCKING IDIOT!

Is this not the same dead-beat that has no job, yet calls you every name in the book while you stand there like a brain-addled sheep?

Look Toots, you can do what you want with your sorry excuse for a life, but that assclown is not coming back into this house.

Either date higher up the food-chain, or pack your crap and get the fuck out, and take your whiny mutts with you.

Blogging FAIL

I blame the cat.

I actually DO have things I want to write about but at the moment the snuggle-cat is winning the attention war.

Time to snuggle with 20 pounds of purring goodness and watch a movie.

Since I am in a Carrie-Fisher-Fucking-RULES mindspace, I think I will pop on The Blues Brothers for the thousandth time and sing to the snugglepuss.

Night all.

Ranty-Babble is coming up shortly

As a matter of fact, I have a lot on my mind.
I am trying to mash it all into something coherent before I turn into Rant-A-Saurus-Wrecks.

Just one moment or two.

Upcoming will be an open letter to Kevin Smith, waxing poetic on Wil Wheaton, and the usual LSG yammering that I bore the crap out of my friends and frenemies on Ravelry with.

At the moment, I have to go play dog-mom to Thing 1 and Thing 2 downstairs before they have a spaz.