Ok, I get that Connor McDavid will be this generation’s superstar! And, I know Auston Matthew’s ceiling is unlimited as well! But, put Jack Eichel on a decent team instead of having him wiling away, being buffaloed losing valuable/precious time plying his craft w/ the shitty Sabres! My point of view, and only time will tell, but you read it here first! Oh, and Happy 21st Birthday Jack, coincidentally on this post (had no idea, thanks wikipedia)!
no bowl, no problem!
always had a knack making shite up as i go!
saved, and sliced an oj container makin’ a makeshift bowl. bob’s my uncle!
fridge/freezer clearing out process before the big move is today’s meal!
sausages grilled, then tossed my mario batali grill pan. thang was heavy as fuck!
PLUS… w/today’s returns, made a whole nineteen dollars and four cents… holla!
3 year old balderson/hot banana peppers omelette, grilled sausages, seasoned wedges!
damn straight… i’m def kitchn’ bitchn’!!
the whole nine yards lasagna… was a coin flip, both blogposts work/rock! not one to be shy w/leftovers… #foodforafrigginweek! meat sauce is my most complicated, time involved, meatsaucemakingendeavourever. oxtail and veal are the stars of this show… took hours of low ‘n slow-cooking perfection. puts my awesome lasagna bolognese to shame, it’s THAT good! sheets are Italian (of course), these are the thick-ass ones w/wavy ridges, made from durum wheat semolina (of course, again). five cheeses – don’t ask, and went w/a chianti reserva to seal the deal! mangia tutti!
megamofodeepdishlasagna! now, that’s a blogpost folks!
Well, I did eat my mortadella sammie at 10 am, then WAY too much unexpected and gratis Pizza Nova pizza at 1 o’clock… so Eddie, you better Vedder believe, I’m going hungry tonight!
As far as my plate being full; tonight, I fuelled and wash Baby Zen, did laundry too! Alarm is set for 6:15 (on day off, no less) in the morning, then tomorrow; dentist, insurance adjuster (sorry, I bailed on Barque, logistically and from my schedule timeframe, Starbucks made more sense, and will suffice), groceries (Highland Farms), financial advisor (fingers crossed you’ll be in the office on a shite Saturday), optometrist… culminating w/a icantbelieveisqueezedsuchashitloadintothese20hours peaceful, lovely, and joyful (and deserving, lol) brunch… on Tiff K‘s dime!