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Monday, September 3, 2012
The eccentric Cook: Contact Me
The eccentric Cook: Contact Me: If you've got any questions for me you can always send me an e-mail, I will most certainly reply in a few! :) I'm a girl who LOVES getting m...
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Day 39: Packing up my childhood home...
Hoping to hear back from another photographer about a possible AMAZING camera.. Wish me luck everyone!!
Friday, March 9, 2012
Day 38: March Spring
Day 38: It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. ~Charles Dickens
Our lawn is FINALLY starting to come alive & so am I! Good thing to, packing up my mom's house in pryor tomorrow. Anyone who wants to help, contact me. I will be in town hopefully no later than 10:30 am.
Our lawn is FINALLY starting to come alive & so am I! Good thing to, packing up my mom's house in pryor tomorrow. Anyone who wants to help, contact me. I will be in town hopefully no later than 10:30 am.
Drag me to the moon, to catch a star and seize its brilliance as I'm swept up in amorphous dust.
Bradley Chicho
I saw the moon on my way home and the moon captured me. So beautiful, made me feel closer to my mommy. I had to pull over and take a picture.
Now I promised RedheadDaybook that I would do her 11 things but it will have to be tomorrow. I dont have the time to tonight. Love you though!
Day 37: Silhouette
Day 37:
“You can't remember sex. You can remember the fact of it, and recall the setting, and even the details, but the sex of the sex cannot be remembered, the substantive truth of it, it is by nature self-erasing, you can remember its anatomy and be left with a judgment as to the degree of your liking of it, but whatever it is as a splurge of being, as a loss, as a charge of the conviction of love stopping your heart like your execution, there is no memory of it in the brain, only the deduction that it happened and that time passed, leaving you with a silhouette that you want to fill in again.”
(still sick...)
“You can't remember sex. You can remember the fact of it, and recall the setting, and even the details, but the sex of the sex cannot be remembered, the substantive truth of it, it is by nature self-erasing, you can remember its anatomy and be left with a judgment as to the degree of your liking of it, but whatever it is as a splurge of being, as a loss, as a charge of the conviction of love stopping your heart like your execution, there is no memory of it in the brain, only the deduction that it happened and that time passed, leaving you with a silhouette that you want to fill in again.”
(still sick...)
Day 35: Sick
Day 35: “May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a smooth road all the way to your door.”
Been sick all day. Here is my nightstand-
=(
Been sick all day. Here is my nightstand-
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Day 34: Home Style Pan fried Pork Chops
Day 34:
“There is poetry in a pork chop to a hungry man.”
Philip Gibbs (NY Times 1951)
“There is poetry in a pork chop to a hungry man.”
Philip Gibbs (NY Times 1951)
What you will need:
oil, salt, pepper, and flour.
heat the oil up in your pan before placing Chops in the pan.
The making of the breading is flour salt and pepper. That's it!
Stir together and pat flat to prepare chops in
Before breading your chops SEASON them with salt pepper an I also used a lil season salt as well. YUMM
Next cover both sides with flour mix make sure you cover it all
Place Chops into oil be careful of hot oil!
flip once the corners take on a golden brown. Cut into the middle before serving to make SURE it has been cooked through. Enjoy!
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