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First I brought you wine for cats. Now?
There’s kitty ice cream.
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I’d ask if this is really necessary and why I couldn’t just let Dudley lick from my bowl…
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But I’m not apt to partake of a frozen dish of sugared mackerel anytime soon.
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Oh, if looks could kill.
Quick, get him some feline wine.
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Finally… a sensible use for the crock pot collecting dust in my closet.
👍
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Is that just me…?
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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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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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Temperatures are dropping, as are all the pretty autumn leaves. Late fall is setting in and winter won’t be far behind. Pumpkins will be tossed … but before you do, consider this:
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Critters love pumpkins. And if you aren’t blessed with chickens? Please cut them in half and toss them in your nearest woods. Many creatures can’t cut through the rind, but they love the juicy interior.
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Funny, and very true. I’ve never canned a single thing in my life and don’t intend to start now.
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If you’re tempted to wear these on Thanksgiving? Please… for the love of all that’s holy… post pictures.
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A friend sent me this picture of a beverage she saw in the grocery store the other day.
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She said she saw it and thought of me.
Busty Lush.
I’m not sure if I should be offended… or flattered she knows me so well.
I thought about buying some, but when I saw the non alcoholic label, I figured… why bother?
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It’s back?
I don’t remember goat poop ever disappearing.
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I can think of numerous other ways to say Happy Holidays besides the gift of livestock dung, but maybe that’s just me.
And what’s with “Artisan” goat poop?
Is there some Jackson Pollack spattering going on or what?
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With Thanksgiving right around the bend, my mind naturally turns to food. Visions of a glistening, perfectly roasted, juicy bird take center stage… and I can guarantee you it’s not this kind.
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A plant based turkey?
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An already stuffed with God knows what plant based turkey?
Not on my holiday table.
🤢
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Backyard color.
(Disclaimer-this pic was taken before the N’Or Easter. The wind stripped her bare)
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But yes, the burning bushes are burning.
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I have to ask… wouldn’t duct tape work just as well?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten doesn’t care.
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I’ve always found this to be true.
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Remember when I asked if anyone in our town wanted some apples on Facebook a while back?
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And a nice woman with two children came over to harvest some of the bonanza?
Well, she left me a nice surprise in the mailbox the other day.
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A jar of homemade applesauce. And while that was thoughtful enough? The best part was this…
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Proof of awesomeness to show my husband. … because for some reason he never believes me when I tell him.
🤣
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Autumn is the traditional season of harvest. Pumpkins, apples, squash. But yours truly prefers the liquid version…
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Harvest Sangria!
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This drink is da bomb and I’m not ashamed to say I had three with lunch the other day.
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Looking out the extremely dirty window is some fall foliage on the river, an old mill and the historic bridge the town keeps trying to replace.
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Inside there was a calamari appetizer with orange hoisin sauce to share, a crab roll for me….
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And seafood scampi with scallops, shrimp and mussels for the hubs.
Life is good.
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I’ve eaten apples.
I’ve baked with apples.
I’ve given apples to friends, to neighbors, to a pig, to workers and to strangers.
The deer have eaten apples. The raccoons have eaten apples. Even the fox have eaten apples.
And yet…
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We’re still loaded with fruit. There was only one thing left to do.
Gather up enough to fill the trunk of our car and take them to a wildlife rehabilitation shelter in the neighboring town.
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Oh. My. God.
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I fell in love a dozen times over.
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And my heart broke a dozen times as well.
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Abused animals. Sick animals. Animals that had been hit with a car on purpose.
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How can people be so cruel.
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If you’ve ever looked into a porcupine’s eyes and heard his little squee ( it sounds just like a baby)…. you know what I’m talking about.
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More marshmallow please.
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Seeing these little guys chow down on our apples?
Almost brought me to tears.
❤️
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Dropping one more post in the line up today because it’s Halloween… and some of my friends are disturbed clever.
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Creepiest costume award goes to a woman the husband used to work with. She and her wife go all out for the holiday and seeing her dressed as Pennywise will probably give me nightmares for a week.
I hate clowns!
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In keeping with the Stephen King theme, another friend had a party… and the happy couple from the Shining showed up.
Food is always important…
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As is presentation.
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Here’s hoping your Halloween is equally as creepy creative.
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