Lots o shit swirling around in the toilet bowl
that is my brain. Let's capture some of it here.
It's been hot as fucking hell for a fucking week now. My energy is zapped. Fuck you, global warming!
My boss gave me a 5% raise! Spouse's boss gave him a 4.5% raise! Yeah, we still in the 47% though. Fuck you, Mittens Romney!
I still wanna punch George Zimmerman in his ugly face over and over and over again. Fuck you, Florida!
OK, enough rants; on to happy things!
I just had vanilla frozen yogurt with fresh berries (straw, blue, black, rasp) for lunch at menchie's.
Miss Nyla sitting pretty on the sunporch. She has her eye on some squirrels.
Thanks to Ron and RJ, I can now label this as a butterfly bush (heh heh heh, I said "bush").
Wild strawberries.
Belladonna (no sign of Stevie Nicks though).
Black-eyed Susans (why not Gertrudes? or Millicents?)
Spouse's first garden pickings; cherry tomatoes! 45 of them so far!
And it would not be a blog entry without something from the kitchen, right?
Since NJ (pronounced
joisey or joy-zee) blueberries are in season (and cheap) right now, I made a blueberry cake. Spouse doesn't really like blueberries, but he loved this cake! And damn if blueberries are not good for ya too!
What's in it? Flour, cornmeal, baking powder, sugar, milk, eggs, butter, blueberries.
What's NOT in it? High fructose corn syrup, artificial
anything, preservatives, additives. You can pronounce all the
ingredients without needing a degree in chemistry. BOO YAH!
Here is the recipe for all my devoted followers (you know who you are):
1-1/4 cup all purpose flour
1/2 cup cornmeal
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 cup + 2 teaspoons sugar
1/2 cup milk
2 eggs
1 stick butter (melted)
1 pint blueberries (or raspberries or blackberries)
Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Spray an 8 x 8 pan with cooking spray.
Dump all ingredients (except berries) into a bowl and mix well.
Gently fold berries into batter. Pour batter into pan. Sprinkle batter with 1/4 cup sugar.
Bake 45 minutes until a tester comes out clean. Your oven, YMMV.