It's Beginning to Smell A Lot Like...
Something, anyway. Today mostly consisted of list writing and analyzing, with a rush of baking somewhere in the mix.
So far, the following items have been conquered:
1. Peanut Butter Fudge (Gram Irish recipe)
2. Chocolate Fudge made with Sweet Potato - It's good, I promise.
3. Homemade sugar cookies with 'fun stuff' added in. (1/2 of the batch has Andes Mints chunks. The other half has white chocolate, cashews and macadamia nuts.)
I also had time to snag a dinner recipe from Belle of the Blog - and made it on a much smaller scale for dinner. My family loved it, and there are leftovers!
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On an entirely different note:
Something is crapping on the railing of my back stairs. In a very concentrated area. In spite of a strong effort to keep this area clean, piles of the stuff appear anew every freaking morning. Like manna from Heaven. Or not.
Due to the smallish space, said creature would not be able to - uh- straddle and dump, if you will. This leaves only one possibility: I have a frat house of squirrels living on my roof. This is apparently their Hell Week, and they are trashing my back stairs as part of Initiation.
If I hear even one note of "Hey, Hey Captain Jack", I am plastering the rooftop with D-Con.
I promise.
So far, the following items have been conquered:
1. Peanut Butter Fudge (Gram Irish recipe)
2. Chocolate Fudge made with Sweet Potato - It's good, I promise.
3. Homemade sugar cookies with 'fun stuff' added in. (1/2 of the batch has Andes Mints chunks. The other half has white chocolate, cashews and macadamia nuts.)
I also had time to snag a dinner recipe from Belle of the Blog - and made it on a much smaller scale for dinner. My family loved it, and there are leftovers!
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On an entirely different note:
Something is crapping on the railing of my back stairs. In a very concentrated area. In spite of a strong effort to keep this area clean, piles of the stuff appear anew every freaking morning. Like manna from Heaven. Or not.
Due to the smallish space, said creature would not be able to - uh- straddle and dump, if you will. This leaves only one possibility: I have a frat house of squirrels living on my roof. This is apparently their Hell Week, and they are trashing my back stairs as part of Initiation.
If I hear even one note of "Hey, Hey Captain Jack", I am plastering the rooftop with D-Con.
I promise.
13 Comments:
Watch out for them squirrels, they are nuts.
Hey, Renn, I think we should have a cookie exchange, you know...where you give me some cookies and I give you.....uh.....something. LOL
I miss you!
The description of the squirrels was awesome!! (still laughing over here)
But wait - you put Andes Mints in sugar cookies?! For real? Just reading that made my mouth water. I love the sugar cookie. I love the Andes Mints. A combination of the two could be mind-blowing.
Can I get the recipe?
And this place will forever be known as the Poop Deck, eh Captain?
I hear that squirrels hate the smell of mothballs. It's worth a try.
We have a large squirrel population in the tree around our house. I actually like having them there and feed them so they'll stay.
The reason?
They keep the birds population to a minimum.
Before the squirrels moved in, the birds were insane.
My car would be covered with bird crap every morning, every afternoon, every evening. I couldn't keep my car cleaned off.
Then there was the issue with walking from the house to the car without getting shit on.
I'm serious.
One day I was crapped on, changed, walked out again and was crapped on again, then changed and walked out to get a huge crapping in my hair.
This is why I don't really mind the squirrels...
We have loads of squirrels and chipmunks 'round our house. Could it be chipmunk poo? Our squirrels seem mostly bent on property distruction by gnawing. Effers!
Can I come over to your house for the fudge and macadamia cookies? I'll help clean all the crap.
You want a real good tenderloin, do everthing the same except smother ir with Cranberry Chutney while you bake it.
Dude, you said fudge.
Heh.
recipes, NOW. Or, you know, when you can.
Um, I LOVE peanut butter fudge. Did I mention that?
hmmmmm...gives new meaning to "cop a squat" huh?
Sue is sitting right beside me laughing too!
Recipes, please.
I was totally thinking beef for Christmas dinner - I was thinking individual Wellingtons, but I like your link better.
Just let this glorious rain wash it all away!
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