Whacked-out recipes
I’m not the world’s best cook. Mom used to make steak that was so hard to cut it reminded me of shoe leather. My sister and I found out why when we were… Continue reading
Tag Archive: food
The god of tuna, are you listening?
Is it possible for the spirit of a dead tuna to haunt you? I have no other explanation for what is happening to me. It’s not like my life is all that complicated:… Continue reading
Senseless-stuff-found-mostly-elsewhere sarcasm.
I love senseless memes. They distract from the fact that the world is about to implode, and the 3 races vying for domination over our planet still can’t decide who wins after 270… Continue reading
Senseless OMG-MY-DAUGHTER-IS-A-NORTHERNER Sarcasm : Grits
This is Oklahoma City, where my son-in-law goes deer hunting with the kids. So here I am, in a mansion-sized house, typing on a laptop that is trying to die. Why is that… Continue reading
Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : grit
Cooking is to art… as Picasso is to casserole Grandma Moses is to cheese grits Michelangelo is to an extraordinary wedding cake or Georgia O’Keefe is to jello. My mom passed along… Continue reading
99 word prompt : comfort food
May 4, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about comfort food. How can this familiarity influence a story or character? Is it something unusual, like Twinkies from the… Continue reading
Fun with pies ( or #cooking with #humor )
“It was the worst of pies, it was the best of pies…” by Charreled Piekins. Not really, but I couldn’t resist. I love sweet potato pie, but I haven’t found a recipe yet… Continue reading
Thanksgiving week
Photo from FB: Rick Mallett (St. Augustine Memories) This week, I’ve enjoyed Turkey, dressing, sweet potato and cranberry sauce every night since Saturday. Yesterday, it was lunch and dinner. Same meal… Continue reading
Death by French Fries – A Haiku
Sharing lunch with Tom Von Kapherr of Cats at the Bar and Back Home in Bromont in a Bromont, Quebec restaurant. (How the heck does he stay so slim?) Death by French Fries… Continue reading
Addicted to ORB’s
Hello Everyone. My name is Floridaborne and I am addicted to Oatmeal Raisin Bars. Not just any ORB. It has to be made with deep richly flowing orgasmic brown sugar, XXX virgin coconut… Continue reading