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Don’t Mess with Mother Nature

Posted in animals, art, comedian, comic, humor, life, Personal, photography, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, Writing on November 6, 2015| 1 Comment »


don't mess with mother nature

Don’t mess with mother nature.

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In the Clouds

Posted in comedian, comic, family, humor, My Writing Updates, Personal, Random, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 16, 2014| 15 Comments »


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Cloud Catcher

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What’s Your Caption?

Posted in comedian, comic, family, Fantasy/Scifi, humor, My Writing Updates, Personal, Random, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 11, 2014| 32 Comments »


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What’s your caption?

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Back to the Dusty Recipe Box

Posted in comedian, comic, family, humor, My Writing Updates, Personal, Random, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 10, 2014| 3 Comments »


We’ll see what weirdness I can pull out today. Closing my eyes, pulling a volume, and opening to random page.

Drum roll please …

French Toasties

I’m pretty sure this is not French nor do the French want to claim it.

Make 4 sandwiches of 4 frankfurters. (Hate to pop bubbles so early. but frankfurter ain’t French.)

You split the hot dogs length wise and width wise and add mustard. (So far so good.)

But Auntie couldn’t stop there. Oh no.

Mix an egg, milk, sugar, and salt. Dip sandwiches in mixture. Top with grated cheese and paprika and bake. 

Okay maybe this one isn’t too bad. This great aunt was on a hot dog craze. Must have been a fad. On the same page is GLAMOUR DOGS which in addition to hot dogs, include corn chips, cheese, onion, Worcestershire, and tomato sauce. YUCK!!

This is officially the end of this post. I had a request for a couple of recipes I mentioned in a previous post. Those are listed below. They are part of my Auntie’s “Ladies Fare or Ladies Lunches”.

Frosted Party Sandwiches

Mix 6 oz. cream cheese with 2 Tsp. milk. 

Cut 2 – 1/2 inch rounds from 12 slices of white bread.

On 1/3 of the rounds spread butter and salmon salad. These are the bottoms.

On 1/3 of the rounds spread egg salad. These are the middles.

Stack with a plain round on top of the other 2.

Frost the sides and tops of the sandwiches with the cheese mixture. 

Decorate with shrimp, capers, olives, mint, parsley, etc. NOTE: Make several hours ahead.

As I remember she was quite creative with the decoration. She made a clock face from capers & slivers of olives, a champagne glass with bubbles, a martini glass, flowers, animals, and fruit.

Melon American

Thaw 2 packages of frozen raspberries and stir. Place in a cup on a platter.

Whip 12 oz of cream cheese and 1/4 cup of milk until fluffy. Heap beside raspberry sauce.

Cut 2 honeydew melons into 1/2 inch slices, arrange on platter and refrigerate.

When served, guests put a little melon, little cheese, and a little sauce on plates.

Ta Da, Melon American.

They’re red, white and green. I don’t know why she called them American. Don’t ask. Learn from me, it’s easier that way. 

 

 

 

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New Cinema Robots, Taking Over!

Posted in comedian, comic, family, humor, My Writing Updates, Personal, Random, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 9, 2014| 2 Comments »


216NO, NO, Not the scrapyard!

 

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They’ll All be Cute Together

Posted in comedian, comic, family, humor, My Writing Updates, Personal, Random, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 4, 2014| 2 Comments »


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Anyone else feeling a little snackish? ask the cute kitten.

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Raccoons on the Rampage

Posted in comedian, comic, family, Fantasy/Scifi, humor, My Writing Updates, Personal, Random, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 2, 2014| 8 Comments »


All Right Boys, Remember the Plan. GO!!

All Right Boys, Remember the Plan. GO!!

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New York, New York

Posted in comedian, comic, family, humor, My Writing Updates, Personal, Random, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 25, 2014| 26 Comments »


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If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere.

My first day in New York City. 

I took to the streets, walking to the office, I immediately noticed New Yorkers don’t adhere to the three foot rule. If you get to within three feet of a person, you smile and greet them. I scared me some New Yorkers.

The Empire State Building was lit in green and blue tonight.

It’s up to you New York, New York.

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Gram’s Reindeer Recipe: The Other, Other White Meat

Posted in comedian, comic, family, Fantasy/Scifi, humor, My Writing Updates, Personal, Random, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 15, 2014| 17 Comments »


I can’t imagine why a Reindeer Pot Roast recipe is included in my family archives . Was Santa on someone s**t list? Was one of my ancestors going to show Mr. Claus what when you leave a stocking full of oranges instead of candy? I can;t tell you for sure.

But I can give you a jist of the recipe.

Wipe down the roast with LARD, preferably salted pork lard. (You can tell the age of a recipe by the term used to reference fat. This one’s old.)

Roll roast in flour, salt, and pepper.

Fry the roast in more salted pork LARD (1/2 pound) in a “kettle”. (Yeah, this is an old recipe.)

Brown flour in “Kettle”. (Okay, she was confused about kettles, but hey, she could write, so get over it.)

Place roast on rack in bottom of kettle. (Because hey don’t forget the LARD is still in there. Add water, seasonings (not getting too fancy because the only seasoning is one bay leaf) , cover and simmer.

Add carrots, onions, potatoes and turnips. (Haven’t heard that one in a recipe in a long time.)

If you don’t have enough meat for everyone make dumplings.

And so my Foodie Friends, add that one to your cookbook!

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Necromancer’s Nightmare

Posted in art, comedian, comic, family, humor, Personal, sarcasm, short story, sister, Writing, tagged , , , , , , , , on August 6, 2014| 16 Comments »


How about a little fiction?

Inquisitions weren’t unheard of these days. But they were certainly rare enough. I never thought I might be involved in one of them.

How could everything have gone so wrong? Our first mission end not just in failure, but death. I glanced on either side of me and saw the worn tired faces of my team members, my younger sisters. Was it my imagination or did they look broken?

The empty seat of our necromancer, cousin Sarh, caught my eye.

I remembered when my Aunt and Uncle had realized their precious little darling was born to raise the dead. Sarh had barely been four. Her parents were hosting the mid-summers celebration. Everyone had been there. Imagine her parents’ shock when the family cat, dead two weeks came romping through the house. Their golden haired four year old following after. I was only six and still remembered my horror. I was always a little repulsed by her.

Nausea swept over me. How could I have ever been repulsed a girl, my cousin, my family?

“Why did you not call for assistance?” The voice of the inquisitor brought me back.

My hand trembled, my eyes stung. I blinked. I couldn’t cry during the inquisition. I would win their sympathy perhaps, but they would never let me off world again. Let alone lead my team.

“We have no elders. The rest of my family are younger than us, still in school. We couldn’t risk their lives. I wasn’t sure we would even make it.”

The old men magicked our family history. The shimmering outline of the text was in front of them.

“Surely there was someone,” the old man said, as he flipped through the text. “Ah, here.”

I closed my eyes and began silently counting. Trying not to remember the mid-summer’s celebration. My sisters’ and

I were hiding beneath the house.

One, two, three tables on the lawn.

Four, five, six, white table clothes fluttered in the summer breeze.

Seven, eight, nine a flash of light my Grandmother fell her eyes staring at nothing.

Ten, Eleven, Twelve the world stopped for a moment.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Silence, nothing, it wasn’t real. a

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. A scream, tables overturning, everyone running.

Nineteen, twenty. My Father lay gasping in front of us.

That was the day that took the rest of our family.

And now Sarh.

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