Well, that might be a slight exaggeration. Truthfully, other than a pot of chickpeas, I got nothin'. Also, I don't really care that there's nothin' (its the latter than has me most worried). Of all the things with which one can be afflicted, apathy is one of the most disheartening precisely because you don't even… Continue reading We’re Probably All Going to Starve
My blog-pal Elspeth used to post a weekly “What’s Cookin’?” feature which I looked forward to every single Monday. Actually, that was sort of the reason I got up on Mondays (not work, I assure you). Sadly, she’s not blogging anymore and I’ve been wrestling with the idea of hosting such a weekly feature myself. … Continue reading What’s Cooking Chez Maeve
I’m reblogging this because it’s that time of year again. That time of year when I get all twitchy because you know, “the spice that dare not speak it’s name” comes screaming to the foreground of all things culinary. Actually, it slithers in sneakily in the guise of “Pumpkin Spice” Fie on you Pumpkin Spice AKA n****g! Fie I Say!
Some people are upset with Starbucks over their Pumpkin Spice Lattes. Apparently the “pumpkin mix” incudes condensed milk. The “some people” would be vegans. You can see how this would present a bit of a problem. Now, I’m not sure why anyone would actually want to be a vegan, but what I’m really confused over is why anyone wants their coffee infected with pumpkinyness.
I actually like pumpkin stuff – as long as it’s pie or muffins or cookies with cream cheese frosting. OK, Jack-o-Lanterns are fine too, but that’s it. I really don’t understand the all-things-pumpkin craze anymore than I understand the all-things-zucchini obsession.
Really though, it’s the whole “spice” combo that worries me. I’m sort of weird about spices and I harbor suspicions about the actual contents of the pumpkin-pie-spice mix. Mostly I suspect (and fear) that it contains nutmeg. Now, as far as I’m concerned (and have…
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So, umm, just what the heck is that Maevey? Why it's a spoonful of peanut butter with chocolate syrup on it. Isn't that sort of the universal female answer to all our travails? You got something better?
It would appear that I'm jonesin' for a fight. You know how that is, right? You're cranky and irritated and you just want to duke it out (preferably with someone who's feeling similarly inclined so you can be friends afterwards).It's sort of a dangerous state for me, because I get just a leeeeeeetle free with… Continue reading Le Meh – It Continues
Diagnosis: Acute Poor-Little-S**t-Upon-Me-itis Prescription: One Pint Haagen Daz Butter Pecan Ice Cream hourly as needed until better attitude restored. Happy National Ice Cream Day 🙂
If I could get a refund on this weekend, I would. Let's recap, shall we? Sunday- the STBExH takes (almost) the last of his stuff; and Angharad's truck gives up the ghost. Monday - the only decent day Chez Maeve - I move furniture in the living room and see potential. Also I come up with… Continue reading TGIF and All That Jazz