but how many corners do I have to turn?
how many times do I have to learn?
all the love I have is in my mind!
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“soy milk? I can’t stand the stuff. go cow or go home!” – Sameen Shaw
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FUCK YOU, I WON’T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME
two shakes of a lamb’s tail
… heard this the other day. I swear it’s been 20 years+ since last hearing it. tell ya, made me smile/laugh when I did (made her repeat it, playing dumb as not hearing her say it the 1st time, lol) … words/phrases can be so finicky falling victim to leaving our vocabulary for various changing times/new generation reasons. occasionally, eventually becoming obsolete at times. weird, and cool at the same time!
… be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail y’all … lol!!
oh no, oh no – here we go now
… here we go again!! referring to the lack of love again for my accomplishments. even WP took time to give me props. AND FYI, I certainly won’t bother acknowledging any johnny-come-lately-comments at this point, so please don’t bullshit bother either! I know/see who’s who, what’s what motherfuckers! pshaw!!
flying high again
flying high again
flying high again
flying high again
I can see through mountains, watch me disappear
I can even touch the sky …
Somewhere I belong
I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve felt so long
(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
I will never know myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything till I break away from me
I will break away, I’ll find myself today
You know me, I had plans
But they just disappeared to the back of my mind
Lebanese Me, Please!
four-one-niner!
… ain’t no fire sale mofos!
it’s a wrap! wow!!
served on the most motherf’n freshest bread (was too hot to handle when I bought it; made in-house) ya could ever get. grilled chicken/grilled steak & roasted creminis w/ caramelized onions … on a bed of romaine, beefsteak tomato, sliced sweet onion! And here’s the kicker, sliced English cucumber … ’cause I had some! Yep, wrap me!!
There Is Nothing Left To Lose
Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
Hook me up a new revolution
‘Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughing and watched the last one die
I’m looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I’m looking for a complication
Looking ’cause I’m tired of trying
Sour Cream Lemon Pie!
It’s Smiths Falls!!!!
… NOT Smith Falls!
… bitch, lol!
the best grilled rapini w/ sweet onions!
Yep! I said it (my fave btw)! And, in my Le Creuset dutch oven no less! Not one to read/follow rules, prefer to make up shit as I go … bear in mind, many, many years of cooking/techniques in my back pocket help. I get the pot to a scorching high heat, add olive oil (here’s the secret blogging tip: start w/ very little olive oil and continue adding if needed as opposed to the opposite. It’s very important – keeping in mind the onion and rapini will release liquids as you keep cooking. It’s very crucial you allow for this compensation. For this grilling method we want dry, not wet. We can always add, can’t subtract), then the sliced onions, seasoning as I begin searing. After a few browning moments, next comes the broccoli rabe followed by more seasoning. Look at how high heat fry cooking essentially grills everything w/ not a hint of sogginess! Sweet! A final sprinkling of chili flakes seals the deal! Enjoy!
I don’t mind stealing bread
Well I don’t mind stealing bread from the mouths of decadents
But I can’t feed on the powerless when my cup’s already overfilled
I’m going hungry … going hungry
spaghetti & meatballs!
I haven’t been posting many food posts, certainly not like I did in the past. I’m lazy, even w/ this one. I omitted important pics. It’s my home made sauce, and hand made meatballs – I play around and tweak them ever so slightly occasionally. This time, instead of breadcrumbs I used day old bread. I put the loaf out on the counter to make it more stale (drier, easier to work with), and then broke it up, crumbing it. I also grilled the meatballs on my Weber grill using hardwood lump charcoal. I did it not so much for the flavour, I mean it definitely adds a different dimension … my main motivation was not wanting to create a splattering, greasy mess in my kitchen which I’d have to clean, and this worked beautifully browning (blackening really) the meatballs. And, yes this is the glory pic that is missing. Then it was a matter of tossing them into the sauce, simmering for an hour or two. Oh, I also used Barilla extra long spaghetti (comes in a bag, not box) for fun too!
falling off the ladder holy water hell hound
falling like a jack knife but the truth to myself
you know it cuts through the bone
somebody somebody somebody come and open my eyes

























