Pets trump comfort food
My beautiful Man and our Beautiful Cat, Asrielle
At least that is what came of the #SundayShorts Read-a-long creation from my grill this past Saturday morning. I innocently was posting via instagram my food and snacks to add a little typical Cabin Goddess flavor to what is probably going to become a new once a month read-a-long of Novella and had a lot of fun. Heck any excuse to eat bacon and I am ALL over that like white on rice, or the char piece of BBQ’ed bacon in the morning! I had already made enough Bacon Popcorn for three lunch sack size snacks. I figured with a novella all I would need is snacks and one main dish, and I was right!
He is not gone right now, and even when he is .. his scent, his presence with each dirty sock I find, and each ring on the coffee table, with each love note he tucks into my apron pockets or under my Kindle while I sleep. He is here.. I am so grateful he was patient today while I finished all this insanity up. And how patient he has been these last few months. My final numbers for both A-THONS can be found HERE for the Wicked Wildfire Read-a-Thon and HERE for the Blogathon2. Now off I go to play with him albeit it late it is our weekend time!
Since I am continuing my vigil over Kriss’s sickly corpus, it has come to my attention that I am required to discharge several of her obligations in her stead, one of which being a post or two. Ehh… in other words, a post by Geoff aka Man-Beast (again ehh)
TIME SPENT ON THE PLATEAU OF STANDARDS
or Why I Don’t Spend Nearly Enough Time Reading New Works
Brought to you by The Man-Beast
As Kriss has repeatedly made me very much aware, I am apparently required to write some sort of introduction for myself, a highly distasteful task for me as I believe introductions are only relevant when you have some sort of established baseline of works to help convince a would-be reader that you are trustworthy or at least interestingly dishonest. Since I will have several posts to write this week, and due to the present time in my local area as I write this, I will choke back my own bile and write briefly a few rambling thoughts while I attempt to feed the gaunt, half-dead narcissist
Yes this is a post about love, about my love for my man. It is your choice if you want to, but I posted some of his music online for y’all to listen too. It is obviously not for everyone but it is actually highly complex and technical, and my man’s (GRIN)
It has been one heck of a crazy weekend at the cabin. I have had my website have things magically disappearing, (I would like to blame the squirrels in the eves but I think it was me not paying attention to a line of code!) Geoff playing a new video game that has me ready to tear my hair out with all the gunfire, a cat that will not stop yowling for attention for no reason (we give her attention, she is just a bitch) and frankly I have lost perspective and needed to regroup, so I put on my best bonnet and grabbed my Kindle and reread the first in this fun and fantastic series because I needed to remember why I love reading! So everyone grab a mason jar and pass it this way, the sweet tea is on me! (You didn’t think I would forget a recipe now would you?)
(Currently dancing in my Mario Bros. T-shirt wearing my Evil Dead PJ bottoms)
JUST in time for Valentine’s Day!
It started with me digging through the fridge. I did not feel like making anything within the meal planner. Hoping to find inspiration I started digging around the fridge. In the deli drawer I found this lonely packet of KFC BBQ sauce. I looked down and saw I had a package of pie crust. It all fell into place from there. I had made English Meat Pasties last week. Geoff calls them beef pocket pies, but they are just plain old English Pasties.
Being that I am such a lover of bacon and I live with a southerner I am not ashamed to say I have bacon grease on hand at all times so I can make country gravy any time we want. Honestly my meal planning is usually boring. I plan ahead for baking and desserts, but meals? It is usually me flying by the seat of my pants. These were a complete win! In no way could I possibly know just how good these would taste.
Geoff finally stopped eating and looked over at me and exclaimed