So far, I am convinced the world of the kitchen today is trying to perform some kind of twisted sense of humor.
In making a sandwich, A touch of mayonnaise, havarti cheese, mushrooms, sliced crimini mushrooms. Then powdered garlic, and a sprinkle of crushed red chili pepper.
Well, that was the plan. It all went well until the chili-pepper.
The dry pepper in a jar just takes a light shake. Instead of a pinch? I probably put two-tablespoons on the sandwich.
UGH! Shake it off- carefully. And I ate it down anyway. THIS was a sinus-clearing event.
and now, I know for sure it is not an anxiety/panic attack, but my tummy is asking me “WTF did you swallow? A bbq ember? Wow!”
Ugh, Refusal to back down, hard-headed “I refuse to let it ruin my meal.” attitude.
So now I sit here perspiring more than if I just sat in the sun after a hot shower.
To quote a famous cat. Pffttthhp.
I can even fail at making a lunch.
But I did finish making the frozen dog-treats. Greek Yogurt, (Local “raw”) honey, banana, peanut butter that are now in the freezer. I just tried really hard to make a mess. One of the containers had a hole in it from a dog-tooth, so it leaked all over the counter. *Sigh* but that was the only fail. Messy enough. At least when breaking up larger frozen “Cubes” of the dog treat, I didn’t slice a finger.
Not that I didn’t try. heh.
I did get a half-dozen shots in with the bow, hit the milk-cap twice. I’m trying to get focused again.
On a related “Focused” note. Keep an eye on this (and a few others! PoffPublishing and Rarity for two.). blog for announcements of an anthology of Horror scheduled now for (NO later than) 1 October 2016. Originally scheduled for 2015, but all of us have fallen behind and with my own rough patch coming up (Mama Dash with Multiple Myeloma- a bone cancer and Sister Sledgehammer [the “Dash it ALL” attitude. Do not @#$! with her, she will hurt you.] with hardware being taken out of her body to the tune of about a half-pound of steel. PLUS a discovery that the previous surgeries failed to reattach a TFL muscle back to the hip. Papa Dash trying to crash and burn in front of the nurses the day of his surgery. ) I don’t see me doing much in a full-fledged assembly of a story, even if we have a team of us authors.
Speaking of which?
Anyone who wants to be part of an anthology of a horror novel scheduled for a Halloween 2016 season release. We have some openings. We are shooting for a 50-60,000 word novel. No more than 100k words total. At that point, our short-story size begin to shrink.
So, shoot me a note. We can chat.
Assistant cook and chief bottle washer.
Oh and just promoted from journeyman baiter to master. So all is good there. (think about it and you’re allowed to giggle)