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Is it wrong that I’m taking great pleasure from whipping my other half in our weekly Scrabble games in the Barn Mahal?
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Round after round.
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Day after day.
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Do I chortle every time it happens? Yes.
But come on… he skunks me at pool. He murders me at darts. I don’t think I’ve ever beaten him at Monopoly, Risk or chess. But when it comes to contests of trivia or anything word related?
I rule.
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And yes, I take perverse pleasure in the victories.
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I love me some cannolis…. and at times have gone to great lengths to procure a decent one. So imagine my horror on discovering that one of my favorite desserts is not as innocent as it appears.
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It’s official.
I will now never be able to gaze lovingly on this tasty treat without blushing.
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Sigh.
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So yeah, thanks for that Sicily.
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It rained again, in January, in Maine. That’s not supposed to happen. Most years we’re positively buried in snow.
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And I have to say I’d much rather be doing this…
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Than dealing with this…
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It rained…. and our roof sprung yet another leak.
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In yet another brand new spot. Every time the husband thinks he’s fixed it? It leaks somewhere else. And while the temperature has been mild (for us) it’s still not warm enough to strip and replace a roof. So while we wait for spring and pray for snow, our ceiling is being ruined. I’ve bleached this 3 times …
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And it still bleeds through.
Kill me now.
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Is nothing sacred anymore?
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You have the organic aisle.
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You have the health food aisle.
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And clever word play aside….
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No.
Take your hummus back to your alternatively fueled, natural fiber yurt and keep those nasty chickpeas out of my junk food aisle!
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The husband and I recently celebrated 37 blissful (read – we haven’t killed each other yet) years of marriage.
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And because he’s a sweetie, a bouquet of flowers was delivered.
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And to my most divine pleasure, it contained colors other than green.
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Required cheesy old photograph of the happy couple.
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And yes, along with the lovely flowers was a platypus.
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Because after 37 years? He gets me.
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While I adore the Drinking With Chickens blog and Facebook page…
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And was thrilled that the author published a cocktail recipe book…
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Loaded with fabulous birds…
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And beautifully crafted drinks…
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I have to admit her concoctions are a little out of my bartending comfort zone.
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And as much as I’d love to dazzle our friends ( if we ever see them again post plague) with these truly gorgeous creations..
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I fear the barn bar, which will be fully stocked with assorted liquors and accompaniments, will more than likely be devoid of fresh persimmons and kumquat thyme syrup.
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Calendula blossoms and cardamom pods? That might be a bridge too far, even for me.
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Part two of the Photo Ark for birds.
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Black Crowned Crane
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Those are magnificent hairdos, no doubt about it.
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Verreaux’s Eagle Owl
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Sleepy owl is not amused.
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Wattled Curassow
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This poor guy looks like he’s balancing half a walnut on his nose.
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Purple Starling
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We have starlings, but they’re nowhere as impressive as these.
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Palm Cockatoo
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A beak that could crush cocktail ice in no time flat.
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White Naped Cranes
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I totally want to want to animate that photo to music.
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Tawny Frogmouth
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The little guy looks pissed. Whoever stole his mouse? Give it back…
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Northern Bald Ibis
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Wow. If anyone was ever in dire need of a toupe, it’s that guy.
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Common Bay Owl
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Owls.
They’re da bomb.
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So it took a solid week but the husband finally finished cleaning up the den and put everything back in his closet.
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Well, almost everything.
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I’m hoping he just forgot to put those away.
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But the way things are going in this country? I could be wrong.
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* Disclaimer- the husband isn’t a paranoid prepper and this is probably the only ammunition he has. But since he does have a giant live round in the barn window, I thought the placement was comical *
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Because if you need a cocktail recipe book?
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It might as well have a literary slant and begin with one of my favorite quotes.
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Ole Dorothy knew her stuff.
But seriously, this is a great little addition to any bar with easy to make classic cocktails.
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The play on titles and snippets of fun facts will amuse even your drunkest friends.
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You can’t go wrong with Gin Eyre, trust me.
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Cheers!
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We drove through a small town the other day where I saw a building named after me.
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But it was a gym and not a bar, so clearly they have no idea who I am.
In news from the grocery store, it looks like there was a run on kitty litter.
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Are we hoarding that now? Damn. I didn’t get the memo.
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Ha! You have to love clever ad men.
And finally, I bought a calendar for the barn bar.
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It’s appropriate as fork.
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