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A three-fer

A picture of you with your best friends; a picture of your favorite place in the world; and a picture of you wearing sunglasses.

First and oldest, here is a picture from many moons ago, when my best friends from high school got married:

I love this picture.  If only Andre were looking at the camera! And happier!

Steph and Tuan were my best friends in high school.  Kevin was also a great friend (and huuuge crush).  Andre proposed to me on a weekly basis.  Luckily for him, I crushed him every time, leaving him free to marry the lovely lady next to him in this picture!

Next up, favorite place.  This was a tough one.  I was scanning through pictures, and came across this one, which I at first selected because my favorite place is pretty much where-ever the people I love are. (cue cheesy awwwww)

Then I realized that this is better than I thought, because I do love being in the kitchen.  It’s where everybody gathers to chat.  It’s where I can cook (duh), and it’s where I can feed the people I love.   Because nothing says love like good home-cooked food.

And finally, me in shades.  And a rockin’ hat.


Meatloaf cupcakes

Just like peanut butter and jelly, right?

Okay, fine.  Meatloaf muffins, then.

Or just call them tasty.

Fine, fine, it’s not the prettiest food either.  Just try it!

I started with some basics:

1/2 cup quick oats

1 egg

2/3 cup milk

1 handful red onion, chopped

Mix it up!

I don’t have freaky arms, I’m just too lazy busy eating meatloaf to rotate the photos.  Maybe later.

Anyways, please meat your main ingredient.  One pound.

Add a little cheese (one handful. . .maybe about a cup) and some chopped bacon (3 strips) and some splashes of woosta-sheer sauce (that’s phonetic spelling for ya).

Smoosh it all together, then plop it into the muffin pan.  You can tell I sprayed it with a little Pam to ease removal later.

And of course, you can’t forget the sauce.  We never had sauce on our meatloaf growing up.  Just ketchup.  This one is my new favorite:

2/3 cup ketchup

1/2 cup light brown sugar

1 1/2 tsp dry mustard

about a tbsp of your favorite bbq sauce

Whisk it til your skirt flies up, as p-dub would say.

Spoon a dollop onto each little muffin, pop them in the oven (350), and drool for about 30 minutes.

And do me a favor, please.  Pretend there’s a dollop of mashed potatoes in that first picture.  Because that’s all these were missing!


Jen says I’m a slacker. It’s probably true.

Day I forgot. A lot.
Combining a picture of my favorite food and a picture of my favorite drink.

mmm.  margharita.  with salt, please!

Mom’s pork fried rice.  Also good with lots of salt.  And soy sauce.

I’m sure my sodium is through the roof, but after a night like this I’m happy and well-cured.

These are a few of my favorite things

Day 34 – a picture of your favorite morning.

Coffee.  Fresh baked breakfast muffin/pastry/other variety of deliciousness.  This happens to be a coffee-cake muffin. Only thing missing here is some solid reading material.

My not-my-baby

Day 06 – a picture that always makes you laugh

Also known as my baby from another mother.

Once upon a time there was a baby.  She was not mine, but I called “dibs” and so her mommy let me dress her up in a diaper-toga and put her silly places and take pictures.  Like in this picture.  Maybe you can’t tell, but that baby is about to be eaten!  Why else would she be on the kitchen table?


Baked Mac and Cheese

You (by which I mean me, since nobody else really reads this) may remember this from my “Lent List” of things to cook.  Lemme break it down for you:  de.  lish.  us.

I used tortiglioni noodles (the twisty ones, not the tubes).  While that was cooking, I melted about 3 tbsp of butter, mixed in two tbsp flour, and made a nice roux.  Then I realized I was out of milk, so I improvised.  Two really big spoonfuls of sour cream and a cup or so of water pretended to be milk.  There was much whisking.

Now the important stuff:  two handfuls of mild chedder, shredded.  Four or five slices of provolone, all torn up.  A cup of Gouda (yum!), cubed.  And the piece de resistance. . .a handful or two of Gruyere.  Melt, melt, melt.  When it looks like fondue and all you want to do is dip chunks of bread in your delicious cheese goop, don’t.  Mix the cheese goop and the drained noodles in a casserole dish, sprinkle with a little Gruyere, and pop it in the oven until you have no more patience.  I mean really, this is just time for the cheese and noodles to get to know each other.

I served this with some delicious soft pretzel rolls.  It was wonderful!

Things I Used To Hate But I Might Actually Kinda Like

Recently (as in over the last year or so) I’ve broadened my horizons, and I think this calls for celebration in the form of a list.


Laurie’s List of Things She Used to Hate But Might Actually Kinda Like.

It sounds so. . .almost official.





Tannin-y wines

Bananas (to be fair, this was all allergy related–I hated the itching, not the fruit)





Living by myself

Hot sauce.  In very small amounts.

Okay, so that’s really all I’ve got, but it feels like a lot to me.

So to sum things up–Yay!