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Because His Lordship gets what His Lordship wants.

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I often wonder how Lord Dudley Mountcatten manages to looks pudgy when the silly cat actually eats very little. Maybe half a Fancy Feast tin in the morning and another half at night… on a good day. Sometimes he just turns his nose up and walks away.

He won’t eat fish, or treats, or any human food. He won’t eat anything sliced, diced or shredded. The husband laughs at my attempts to stimulate his Royal highness’s appetite… and it’s not uncommon to see me following the little bugger around the house at mealtime with a bowl of food and a spoon. ( the cat, not the husband )

So when Lord Dudley recently expressed an interest in being fed on the laundry room windowsill?

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His loyal minion obeyed and fed him on the laundry room windowsill.

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Dinner with a view, you can’t blame him. And I’d already covered the dryer with a soft towel for his comfort… so why not?

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Well, that wasn’t necessary.

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No. Not spoiled at all…

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Do you pea?

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To pea or not to pea. That is today’s question.

Personally, I do not pea… but the husband is a huge fan so when hams are on sale for Christmas and I’m left with a bone, there’s only one thing he wants.

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Split pea soup. Which happens to be the easiest soup to make… so it’s hard to refuse even though I can’t stand the smell or taste.

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5 hours later ? A pot full of slop with the consistency of sludge as far as I’m concerned.

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But the husband is in leftover pea heaven, and hey… I have to throw him a bone now and then.

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News you can’t use.

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Because you know I’ll never run out of these.

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Don’t worry, I’m sure there will be other opportunities in the future. And if they auction off his old toothbrush you could always harvest a little DNA, grow a clone and start a billion dollar company in your own garage.

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#1?

The peanut butter cookie… to which I have but one word.

Blech!

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Foot Botox. Why can’t rich people just take a piece of sandpaper to their heels like the rest of us.

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I most definitely do not.

Nope. Not in the least.

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That’s a hat?

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I know there’s a lot of down time while on stakeout or speed trap duty…. but that seems a bit extreme.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten and princely sums for liquid holiday cheer.

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We will start and end this post with photos of His Lordship.

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Seen here giving me the evil eye for lowering the blinds and blocking his morning sun.

I had a birthday recently… yay me, another trip around the sun and straight down the road to decrepitude.

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The husband told me to pick a place for dinner but I’d skipped lunch and decided we should go cocktail hopping early.

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Enter Royal River Grille, one of my favorite spots.

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We settled happily at the bar… but were presented with brunch menus since it was a Sunday. I’m not a breakfast person so the thought of scrambled eggs with my Cosmo at 4:00pm did not please me, not one little bit. Brunch until 5:00pm? Come on.

We decided to move on and got the check.

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With tip, $30.92 for a drink and a beer. What’s the world coming to?

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Next stop was Goodfire Brewery, a new place I’d been wanting to try. On arrival we discovered they were almost out of beer and only had three left on tap. Thankfully one was a blackberry currant sour, but at $9.50 per for the small pour and a virtually non existent menu, we paid $24 for two beers and moved on again.

We ended at a nice seafood place we hadn’t visited in a while and I had a lovely crab, shrimp and scallop lasagna which I didn’t photograph.

So we end with me another year older and a very innocent Lord Dudley Mountcatten.

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Well, maybe not that innocent.

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Christmas nibbles through the decades.

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As you’re busy planning your holiday party and dinner feasts, be thankful you don’t live in one of these decades.

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Sorry, but that looks like a giant molded turd.

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Bizarre, and more than a little unappetizing.

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To this monstrosity I just say… no.

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My mother in law was the queen of ambrosia. She brought it to every gathering and pot luck. The fact that no one ate it never dissuaded her.

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We had a group of friends who regifted the same fruitcake nine Christmases in a row. Who knows… it may be circulating still.

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Miscellaneous nonsense and a few things for Mark…

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I have absolutely no idea what this is.

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Nope. That’s a 10 on my creepy doll scale.

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A pink flamingo Christmas tree for Mark. The ultimate in flocking.

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This sounds entirely too easy. Has anyone ever tried it?

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Another Spam abomination for my taste bud addled blog friend.

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Porktastic? I beg to differ.

Meanwhile back at the ranch..

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The good news? Lord Dudley Mountcatten has not knocked down the tree.

The bad news? My husband broke the we don’t need any more stuff so let’s not exchange gifts paradigm we’ve been clinging to for the past 6 years and put something big under the tree. Since my beloved has two gift giving modes… expensive jewelry I rarely like and wish he wouldn’t buy or appliances I neither want nor need… I’m going to guess the latter.

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I’ve been married 38 years and no matter how many times I tell my husband appliances are not a welcome Christmas gift, to date I’ve received an upright freezer, a toaster, a washer and dryer, a blender, a convection oven and oh yes, let’s not forget that ever so thoughtful dehumidifier.

I have yet to receive a vacuum, but there’s always next year.

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News you can’t use.

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You can’t use it, but you can laugh… and that’s always better.

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That’s what I call payback.

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You heard it here first Mark.

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I don’t care if you liked Barack or not, you can’t beat that for cool.

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Yes, there really are sneakers for horses now.

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It’s hard to argue with that logic.

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Proof positive there is such a thing as too much tech.

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A restaurant post.

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Just down the road from the snowflake museum…

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We discovered a gem.

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Housed in an old inn, the restaurant/bar was warm and inviting.

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Most of the dining sections were full so we grabbed a high top near the empty bar.

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Seeing the empty bar made me wonder about the quality of libations….

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But a stellar blood orange cranberry gin fizz allayed my fears.

Of course this was Vermont, so some of the menu items put me off.

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A skillet full of kale? There wasn’t enough gin in the state to make me order that.

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Ditto the falafel, though the maple chicken didn’t sound bad.

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But the clam chowder was homemade, rich, creamy and full of fresh herbs so I started with that.. accompanied by the most amazing peach cornbread with orange whipped butter you’ve ever tasted. Ooh la la! I raved over them so much the waitress brought me extra of both to take home.

The beer? I thought you might notice that.

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I tried both of these.

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Because a girl gets thirsty when she eats salad.

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We enjoyed this place so much we stayed long enough to order dessert. (Mainly because the husband found a fellow veteran to talk to… and you know how long that can take.)

Pumpkin cheesecake for him, Key lime pie for yours truly.

If you’re ever in the Jericho area of Vermont drop in. You won’t be sorry.

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Random Vermont

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Vermont really is a beautiful state and even after most of the leaves had fallen in late autumn we enjoyed our scenic drives.

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Since we live on the Maine coast, we always love to see the mountains.

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Lake Champlain has a bit of both.

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This is the Old Round Church in Richmond, Vermont.

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Built in 1812, it’s a rare, well-preserved sixteen-sided meeting house. Sadly it’s never open when we’re in the area, but maybe someday.

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Oh… the horror! As if the government isn’t squirrelly enough.

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I love barren, scraggly trees against a clear blue sky.

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This colorful moose was on a restaurant we tried called Piecasso. It was always packed when we drove by so I figured it would be great.

I was wrong. It wasn’t. Just an overpriced pizza joint.

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And while I’ve tipped kitchen staff in the past, I didn’t hear any cowbell this time around.

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Something tells me it’s time for a few repairs here.

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Cow!

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Creative wood stacking. You have to love that…

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The sky was too perfect here, I had to snap a picture.

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Yes.

Of course we took that road!

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Let’s play.

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Humor me. As well as everyone else…

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As I’m sitting here after dinner craving dessert, I’m going with the Good Humor truck.

No sound was more iconic to the summers of my childhood. We kept a bowl of change on the kitchen counter in anticipation of those glorious chimes. Doors would slam all over the neighborhood as every kid within hearing distance would run to the corner before it drove away.

My treat of choice?

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Seeing the picture I can almost taste it.

Ice cream on a stick. What’s not to love?

So what sound don’t you hear anymore?