A few days ago I'd made a pumpkin-angel food cake with chocolate chips and that sure does taste good warmed up with a cup of chamomile tea. I plan to make split pea soup tomorrow. At the store today in addition to the split peas, I also got a bag of shredded cabbage-slaw mix and chicken tenders. They both were reduced in price. So naturally I bought them. Naturally when I got home I googled recipes with both chicken and slaw in the title and found a good one that also uses chick peas. It will be a chicken slaw taco with chickpea-mayo sauce. I don't have chickpeas but I do have hummus, and the recipe calls for grinding the chick peas up with the mayo and lemon anyway.
So that's how I roll. Whatever is on sale goes into my basket. Ask no questions first, google later.
I took this snap as I was driving:
The sky often looks very pretty over the fields in that spot. Today the sky was pinker than it looked in the picture, even though it wasn't dawn or dusk, and the streams of light were glinting down between the small openings in the clouds.
Here is a shot of Luke and one of Bert. Luke typically is next to me when I'm active, "What's going on? Is something happening? I want to be a part of it!"
Here is Bert, typically laying down. "What's going on that woke me up?! Is something happening? I don't care, I want no part of it."
My backyard before the rain hit:
My dinner, cream cheese-craisin-lettuce wrap!
Things you may or may know about me:
Secret: I like country music
Potentially embarrassing secret, hereafter named PES:
I still like Billy Ray Cyrus' "Achy Breaky Heart"
Secret: I don't like ice cream.
PES: Sometimes I eat it anyway.
Secret: I have no children.
PES: I never wanted any.
Secret: Babies are cute
PES: I feel obligated to say that, whether they are or not
Secret: I love to read novels
PES: I dislike sentimental or romantic books
Secret: I like cowboys
PES: I like cowboy yodeling
OK, that's enough for one day. I've spilled my guts, told all about making soup and my cats and my secrets. Now it's time to watch a documentary or two and drink more tea. Life in the fast lane, I tell ya.
