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Frittering away my time.

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If you’re on Facebook you’ve seen them. Good looking, easy recipes people are always raving about.

They’re virtually irresistible, at least to me.

I save them, gather the ingredients and wait for the culinary magic to happen.

Problem is, it rarely does. Because while these recipes always look wonderful? They never are.

Yesterday I wasted time with this one:

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Apple fritters!

What could go wrong?

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Turns out, everything.

They didn’t look or taste like fritters…. the color was off, the taste was sub par, the texture unappealing.

They were so bad it was almost funny.

Time after time I tell myself not to bother with Facebook recipes. I know I’ll be disappointed. But then I see a new one… and I can’t help myself.

Hope springs eternal.

🥴

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41 and counting…

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The husband and I celebrated a wedding anniversary recently.

This was my Facebook post for the day.

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Sorry, but it’s true. He’s an amazing husband, partner and overall great guy. Generous, strong willed, kind hearted and honest. Is it any wonder I’ve kept him so long?

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A lovely bouquet was delivered that morning…

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And then the happy couple took a drive down the coast for a walk.

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It was a bit brisk, so we didn’t make the whole loop…

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But we ended the day with cocktails and a nice meal.

The blackberry elderflower Prosecco spritz with fresh mint was divine.

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As were my giant crab cakes.

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These sexy swimmers of yesteryear were hanging on the wall to my right, but I only had eyes for my guy.

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Honey balsamic salmon for the husband… the sugar caramelized, but it was perfectly cooked.

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And a fabulous chicken Marsala for moi.

Here’s to another four happy decades.

💕

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Good riddance 2024.

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Judging from your responses to my liken last year to a food post, I’m not the only blogger who had a rotten 12 months.

Here are your nasty food choices… in order of posting not awfulness.

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Haggis?

Enough said.

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Cilantro, the devil’s weed.

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A shit sandwich is bad, though admittedly this one looks pretty happy.

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Mushed pea porridge, to which I always want to ask the question…. why?

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Meringue. That utterly tasteless abomination.

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Listeria laden grapefruit.

Google images didn’t have that particular culinary horror, but this looked gross enough to suffice.

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Cod liver oil.

Oh my.

Conclusion?

We’re all well rid of 2024.

😉

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Nice surprises.

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Over Christmas, our neighbors took a cruise on that gigantic new floating city, Royal Caribbean’s Icon of the Seas. It’s the largest cruise ship in the world and sounds like my idea of Hell, but to each their own.

While they were away? I had cat duty.

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And drove down their long driveway every day to their house in the woods.

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Sometimes with company, which is always a nice surprise.

The nicer surprise?

The thank you gift she brought home for me a week later.

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Oh my lord!

Have you ever tried these?

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The banana was to die for. Rich, moist and perfectly rummy. I had one slice, and then shamefully devoured half the cake with a glass of cold milk.

Dinner? Who needs it.

The cake was so amazing I had to research where I could purchase another. I hoped it wouldn’t involve taking a cruise… but honestly, I’d be tempted.

From the website:

….main claim to fame is its rum cakes, which are baked in Jamaica, Barbados and the Bahamas and employs machinery that ensures long shelf lives without using refrigeration or preservatives. “We still make the cake the same way it was made years ago,” says Hamaty-Simmonds, “which includes generous portions of Tortuga Rum from the Caribbean. You have to taste it!”

Upon further sleuthing, thank you Jeff Bezos…

I shall be ordering one from Amazon today.

My third nice surprise? A green plant I’ve had in our living room for over 5 years just decided to bloom.

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With weird and wonderfully quirky little orange flowers.

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How bizarre is that!

😊

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Let’s play.

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Because it’s time to reflect.

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Kale.

After the window installations disaster, roof leaks, the loss of a toenail, my husband’s eye surgery debacle, numerous home remodeling nightmares, the erection of view busting greenhouses across the street, crazy property tax increases, catching Covid, a cancelled holiday trip, a non existent Christmas and a dead water heater? I cry uncle!

Kale.

My 2024 was wall to wall 🥬 .

Now you. What food represents your year?

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News you can’t use.

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Like news you can use, but worse.

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I’m afraid to ask which organ is electric.

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That doctor can bite me.

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Not dying at 45 is isn’t a valid reason to be happy about menopause. It’s not even close.

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Wow. Talk about unnecessary surgery.

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Admit it, you all have that one child you wish you could give back and try again.

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I don’t know what that is.

And I don’t want to know either…

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Animals are evolving into crabs? I missed this headline and will be keeping a closer eye on our cat from now on.

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Freaky?

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For a Kardashian, it’s just another Monday. .

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Beer crawl… #2

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Heading south across the border into New Hampshire, we discovered a fabulous brewpub.

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Housed in an industrial complex, it had a funky urban vibe.

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The mural was awesome and took time to appreciate…

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So we grabbed a seat at the bar and checked the nicely varied tap list.

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Stone face doesn’t do flights per se, but you can order small pours to sample.

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Thoroughly enjoying their brews we chose a few full glasses and an order of their amazing garlic Parmesan wings.

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Tasty beer aside, I’d drive down just for these.

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There’s a large glass wall behind the bar that allows you to watch the brewery operation, but I was more taken with the fancy glass cleaner on the shelf.

The man cave could definitely use one of those.

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Go west young River.

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On a bright and sunny afternoon, we headed west.

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To a small craft brewery called Ambition.

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To be honest I think it was misnamed. Not only was it small, but the barkeeper was more interested in talking with his friends than introducing new customers to his beer. We muddled along on our own, ordered and picked up our own flight…

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And were quite underwhelmed. The only brew that any flavor? Burned your throat too much to drink.

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With this many breweries in our state… we won’t be returning to the ambitionless Ambition.

Tasting complete, we headed across the street to a favorite restaurant.

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Housed in an old shoe factory with an original boiler door that fascinates my husband..

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Calzolaio Pasta Co. never disappoints.

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An apple cider mule with a garlic, chicken, broccoli Alfredo pizza on fresh basil dough for me.

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And a fabulous ravioli special for the husband.

Sautéed shallots & local Macintosh apples finished with baby spinach in a sherry & sage cream sauce over butternut squash & pumpkin filled ravioli.

All the flavors of fall right there!

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Let’s play.

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Just a quick question this week.

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You either love it or hate it. There’s rarely any middle ground.

I am not a fan. My husband is.

I make it for him every once in a while, but have never added it to special holiday meals.

This year we went to a friend’s home for the traditional feast… and while she didn’t cook it, another guest brought one.

So though I wasn’t responsible, technically I have to say yay.

How about you?

Yay or nay to the controversial beans…

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