Sunday, September 26, 2010

What we did for Spring Break. Acted like twelve-year-olds putting on a play and forced the dog to be involved.

Sunday, September 12, 2010


Courtesy of the fine people at the Ch√Ęteau where I spend my holidays.

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

In Which Boobarella Admits Her Ignorance

What the devil is foursquare other than a way for me to know when my IT Puppy is not in the office and out having his time with strippers & blow?  Seriously, I thought maybe in some drunken stupor I missed an election when some guy named @RexHuppke tweeted  "I just became the mayor of Chicago on @foursquare!"  

I'm going to start my own social networking thing-ma-jobby.  And screw you I'm mayor of my office bitches.

Monday, September 06, 2010

Sunday, September 05, 2010

When we last left Boobarella....

Jenny's comments on the last entry made me realize that I may have forgot to share some things about what has been happening up here.

Chef got a job in the Great White North, slightly south of Valhalla and west of the Land of Ice & Snow.

Since we really couldn't pass up this opportunity for Chef and there were no jobs in South Manitoba for me, the other two pugs, cat and I remain in our lakeside apartment, 12 hours away. Chef & Mooch loaded up the car we just bought the week previous and headed north on a two-day adventure drive through the cheese forest and into the Lutheran stronghold of South Manitoba. And while they may have been enjoying some cool temperatures up north, I have all the furniture.

Anyway, hence the previous post on some of the world's saddest food. After having Chef here for the last, umm - how long have we been married? - 8 (9??) years cooking for me, I am out of practice. That and when he left, Chef took all the spices except the salt, pepper, and cinnamon.

He also left me a sticky bottle of rice vinegar. I don't even know what that is.

I had vowed not to buy any more meat until I ate all of what was in the freezer, but seriously I don't know what to make of half of it. The chicken was the first to disappear. That one was easy and yielded a few meals. The catfish...that was ok, but far too much for one person and when reheated it was like a fishy pudding mushy blech.

The ground pork was ruined by the world's saddest spaghetti sauce, and the lamb bits turned into a nice stir fry with the purple cabbage I found living in the fridge.

At least I hope that was a cabbage.

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Needs Improvement.

Bad bloggers! We have been terrible! We have this wonderful blog and what do we do? Ignore it and just treat it like a ginger kid.

Really there is no excuse.

Since I am now living the single life as Chef & Mooch have relocated to South Manitoba I am going to be blogging the hell out of things. First up, my horrific attempts at cooking.

The world's saddest spaghetti sauce

The world's saddest chicken pot pie

Recipe for a delicious dinner