This should be 2 posts, but it isn't. Concentrate and try to follow my stream of consciousness. The wife recently bought a new vegetarian cookbook about eating fresh and healthy- we have sampled a few recipes from it, and it is quite good. I decided to make something from it on Sunday night. I looked through it and instead chose "Bisteces Ranchero" from The Art of Braising. Plenty of meat in that one. This was an honest shift in direction, but couldn't have been a bigger 180. Ranchero is a big beefy hot mess of goodness. I was going to take pics of my creation, but I decided to play a little Plants vs. Zombies instead. Lame. I have plenty of leftovers, which I am guessing is an underreported food blog topic. I think I will call it wemadetoomuchofthisandnowIwillhaveitforlunch.com.
On to the thought of the day. My wife and I both work out of our home, which is good and bad. Bad because she likes to keep The Today Show on, which is to news and current events what USA Today is to the written word. At least USA Today has pie charts. I don't much care for The Today Show (no more time for italics) although I am convinced Ann Curry struck a deal with the devil to stay looking like she is- she is in her mid-50's.
So, one day last week we switched over to VH1 for some morning videos- and I was introduced to Ke$ha. Here is what I don't get, and I fear makes me quite out of touch- apparently, the end of the world is coming, and we have to party like it is our last. OK, I am aware of the existence of several apocalyptic theories (but blissfully unaware of the details of any), so I understand the desire to go out like a shooting star. What I don't get is why everyone wears so much glitter. And dirt. They simply don't go together. I googled the term "Glitter and Dirt," and got this. Yep, photos of Barbies. I Holy shit, I am old. What is the world coming to? It reminded me of "Derelicte" in Zoolander.
Plus I hate being dirty. I propose glitter and litter, where you get all shiny and then drop things in your wake. I googled that and found this:
Now we are getting somewhere.
Mr. F
ha! poor kitties - who will have them now if they can have gold?
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