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In Vino Veritas.
In wine there is truth.
And since the nectar of the gods is now available for our feline friends, I expect Lord Dudley Mountcatten will be giving me an earful.
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Purrgundy.
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Strange? Yes. But at $4.99 a bottle, it’s a lot cheaper than what I’m drinking.
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Because I like to share the joy with friends at the holidays…
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If that doesn’t have them oohing and ahhing at the Thanksgiving table, nothing will.
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A grilled cheese recipe book? Please.
It’s bread, a slice of cheese and melted butter. Even my culinary challenged husband can do that. No book required.
And if you thought that was bad?
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Just… no.
My late MIL was the Queen of Spam.
Spamloaf. Spam Mac and cheese. Spam and eggs. Spamgetthi. Her kitchen was a gag worthy cornucopia of Spam. You never knew where it would turn up next.
The fact that this monstrosity of meat still exists makes my stomach tremble in horror.
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Who’s Pete? And why are we always calling him out…
Never mind. I’m actually here to gripe about my phone’s autocorrect.
Because in the past month, every time I type for it gets changed to fur.
Every. Single. Time.
Don’t get me wrong, predictive text rocks. And I’ve trained mine to spit out Mountcatten when it isn’t even a word.
But I don’t text about fur.
I don’t email about fur.
I don’t blog about fur.
(Which ironically, now that I want to… keeps changing to fir.)
So WTH?
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If you and your sweetie are looking for something oh so precious to wear for Thanksgiving this year?
Look no further.
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Now isn’t that just special?
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My attempts to channel a porcupine acupuncture treatments continue, and though my improvement seems to have slowed, it can still get colorful.
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Do you have a cat that chases the sun from room to room?
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We do.
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And last but most assuredly least, the newest treasure my crazy FB algorithm has dropped on my feed.
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I’m not sure what disturbs me more… the Funk No moniker, or the free floating disembodied nostrils.
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Well yes, there’s that as well.
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You know I’m never going to run out of these things… right?
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This will be a short post because there’s only one possible way to ruin a holiday solely devoted to eating until you burst…
My four words?
We’re out of alcohol.
I dare you to top that.
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Walkies with Lord Dudley Mountcatten are continuing since the weather has been warm and cooperative. (It’s Maine. Anything over 10 degrees is considered warm.)
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Dudley enjoys his time outside.
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Though I have to admit there’s not a great deal of walking going on.
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These pics were taken over the course of an hour.
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And involved circling this flower bed two dozen times in search of mice.
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Here’s a little something that might renew your faith in mankind. As seen on my little Maine town’s community Facebook page.
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Proof positive there are still good and decent people in the world.
But if you think I’ve gone off the rails and this is one of those saccharine sweet Hallmark movie posts?
I also have this bit of holiday cheer :
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And if that isn’t disturbing enough for you?
Check out the Christmas selection:
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Apologies to my cringing male readers…. But it’s too good bad not to share.
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Julia Child had an interesting idea combining turkey, duck and chicken… but I think this dessert might just have her beat.
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Take your Turducken and stuff it…
I bring you Piecaken!
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Two pies. A cake. Frosting. And apple filling.
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For the person who wants a little taste of everything… not to mention a diabetic coma… in one bite.
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I have to say this was the weirdest book I’ve ever read.
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I don’t know what possessed me to pick up a book about corpses off the library’s fundraising sale table, but I’m glad I did.
It was quite…. educational.
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Dead people can fart.
You heard it here first.
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I don’t think it’s a stretch to say I immediately related to this author. She and I are basically twins. Sarcastic, and semi alcoholic.
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There you go, men.
A little something to look forward to after you’re gone.
On second thought… little might be the wrong word.
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We recently discovered a branch of my husband’s family owned a farm in a nearby town back in the day. A long lost relative even showed us a picture.
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Interested in the history, I did some research to try to find its exact location.
Due to my superior sleuthing, I found it.
Problem is, I was 70 odd years too late.
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In the town’s historical society, I found this picture of it burning to the ground in 1951.
Shame, that. It looked like a lovely place.
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