Wretched

Summer continues to trudge along Chez Nous.  The farm box comes every Wednesday and the dogs beg for whatever might be in there, which lately has included a lot of kale.  You want kale?  OK, here you go:

They greedily grab it, chew it a few times, spit it out ("yuck") and then beg for more:

No Big Deal

It's 6:30 pm on Friday night.  You're hungry.  You're tired.  Tomorrow is Saturday.  On Saturday, at 10:00 am, you are expected at Mel's for craft club.  You have promised to bring food--specifically, madeleines.  You made this promise willingly and enthusiastically.  Somehow, however, you have arrived at 6:30 the night before and you have not started the madeleines.  What do you do?  WHAT DO YOU DO???

True Love

Thor's First Test Drive

Tiki taking a nap

Thor's First Finished Product

Kirby Taking a Nap

Bunny's New Boyfriend

Bunny used to have, in addition to her spouse and dogs, a special friend. It is possible that he was here before Mr. D. I can't remember for sure. It just seemed like he was always there and there was no point to trying to have a life that didn't include him. Last January, the unthinkable happened. I was devastated. I know I couldn't live without my special friend for long, and that I would have to find a new special friend.

There are lots of inferior candidates out there. If you want to see him in a flashy color, like a prom date in a baby blue tuxedo with ruffled shirt, then you pretty much have to go with The Artisan. He's flashy, but small and underpowered. You can tell he's popular with dilettantes and posers because he's widely available in pretty much any crappy store with a kitchen department. Also, the fact that he's available in so many colors makes him perfect for the woman who cares more about how things look than about how things are.

My old boyfriend, well they don't make them exactly like him any more, but the classic Heavy Duty boys are always in fashion. Or they should be. They are getting harder and harder to come by. These days, they assume that if you aren't going for looks, then you must be going for size, hence, The Professional. But really, what woman needs that much mixer? The extra quart is just kind of....there, not doing anything useful or serving any purpose. I don't need him to be pretty. I don't need him to be gigantic. I just want someone who's there to be himself, doing like he do, day in and day out, complimenting my attributes and combining with Bunny to make a beautiful partnership that will last for decades, and handle biscotti dough.