It was cold, drab and rainy today...I needed some comfort food...so...
I made a huge pot of beef chili with dark kidney beans, lots of
diced tomatoes, hot chili peppers, onions, garlic, various spices.
and some extra dark chocolate pieces stirred in.
A long, fresh loaf of crusty French bread...warmed in the oven
so it made an awesome aroma in the room.
A salad of baby spinich leaves, red onions slices, goat cheese, red seedless grapes, and papaya cubes....with a touch of rice vinegar, olive oil and cracked black pepper.
and to wash it all down...
Iced, unsweetened tea.
Ummmm, good! :tongue:
Salami sandwich on sweet onion roll with mayo, spicy brown mustard, thinly sliced red onions, peperoncini, and a dollop of Crosse and Blackwell caramelized onion chutney for good measure.
I can only imagine what your breath must smell like right now. Haha I don't mean that in a bad way either! :tongue:
He roams the woods in his assless chaps, with only his feline friend for company. His fetid breath a living miasma swirling about his head....he searches...a tic tac...some Listermint...a stick of gum...
We are going to have to make him assless chaps with some pockets. :biggrin1:
Might as well enjoy my alone time with some pungent fare. And can you sew a cat pouch into those assless chaps?
Ok, so the pouch idea is just plain bad, and probably dangerous as well. I do still fantasize about riding across country on a motorcycle with a cat-sized sidecar; she'd look awesome with a little leather cat helmet and goggles.
What`s for dinner? :biggrin1:That I can see. And she'd have a scarf. Red. Pussy in a side car. Whiskers blowing in the wind. Oh, yeah. That'd be right up her alley, so to speak.
Course, your assless chaps would let your butt chafe, but that wouldn't be her problem.
What`s for dinner? :biggrin1:
I don't know - but if you start with a stinky sandwich, somehow you'll end cruising down the highway on a motorbike in assless chaps, with a pussy wearing goggles in a sidecar!
Oh dear!I don't know - but if you start with a stinky sandwich, somehow you'll end cruising down the highway on a motorbike in assless chaps, with a pussy wearing goggles in a sidecar!
Oh dear!
How about you cross 1000000000... miles and come to my place for a meal