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

Lemonade

Courtesy of the fine people at the Château where I spend my holidays.

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.

In Which Calliope & Boobarealla Have a Difference of Opinion

Not a scratching post.

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.

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