Today I would like to share with you the story of Mr. Deerman…
Mr. Deerman was a perverted old man who liked to fish, liked to cook and liked women. Every once in a while he’d show up and spend the night on our couch in his long underwear. (I slept with one eye open those nights.)
Mr. Deerman was creepy, but since he was also an old family friend, we didn’t have the heart to turn him away. So instead we locked all our doors, barred the faulty back door with a chair and pretended not to be home whenever we saw him coming. (And wouldn’t you know it? That frail, old coot still managed to break in through the back door.)
Despite being senile and hard to get rid of, though, Mr. Deerman bestowed upon us his secret recipe for what has become one of our most cherished dishes: Deerman Chile…
After three long months, Baby Girl has regained her throne atop her castle.
Thankfully our kittys’ beloved cat tree was not destroyed in our November fire, but it still suffered some smoke damage. Therefore, until it could be detailed the tree was off limits to soft, clean kitty fur.
“HARK! WHO GOES THERE?” demands the Queen.
“Tis only your mere servant, Brody, your highness. Might I perch upon one of the precipices of this most magnificent castle?”
“NEVER! GUARDS, GUARDS, OFF WITH HIS HEAD!” her Highness commands, and the peasant is whisked away.
Still, she has a feeling he will return so the Queen continues her vigil and postpones her afternoon nap.
Happy Caturday, everyone!
I never find anything at TJ Maxx.
Except the bathroom.
I always find the bathroom.
And it was on my way to the bathroom that I spotted these beauties:
I literally stopped dead in my tracks and, for a minute, it was just me and these orange-flowered plates in the room.
I. Was. Smitten.
But I wasn’t in the store to buy plates.
I was there to use the bathroom.
Nevertheless, after completing my mission, I decided to pass by the plates again. This time I picked one up and lovingly traced one of its embossed blue butterflies.
“You don’t need plates. You have plenty at home,” I reminded myself. So I slowly set the dish back on the rack and wandered towards to door.
But then I stopped in the clothes.
And then I strolled through the gourmet coffee.
And then I found myself back in the plate aisle.
As a minimalist (and a…
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It’s always been in my nature to pester cats. I find it therapeutic.
Therefore, it was only a matter of time before I discovered Baby Girl’s “angry face.”
So for the past few years whenever Mr. Smith or I have needed a good laugh, we’ve done this:
*Disclaimer: No cats were harmed nor angered during the making of this post. They really don’t mind this treatment at all. Honestly.
See? No harm done.
Angry cat faces also make great memes!
Aside from Doritos, I could eat Thai food every day.
We have a wonderful local Thai restaurant called Ann’s, but to avoid spending all my money there, I like to experiment with dishes using these Thai staples:
- Fish sauce
- Chili-garlic sauce
- Mungbean noodles (aka glass or cellophane noodles)
- Coconut milk
One of my favorite ways to combine all of these ingredient is in a nice pot of soup like this one.
At the onset of all these crazy cold spells, I needed some Thai soup therapy stat so I threw a few ingredients together and came up with this Coconut Chicken Noodle Soup.
It may not be an official Thai recipe, but who cares?
Hope you enjoy this dish as much as I do!
Thai Chicken Noodle Soup
In a 6-quart pot, heat 2 tablespoons of sesame oil and 1 tablespoon coconut oil over medium-high heat until hot. Add 1 cup of thinly-sliced small onion (about 1 small…