RECIPES! And WINE! I love, love, love to cook. And I made this cheeseburger soup recipe I found on an slow cooker website last night for a book club meeting. It is the bomb. Ingredients: 4 cups chicken broth 1/2 of a white onion, diced 1 lb lean ground beef, browned and drained on the stove [...]
Archive for the ‘booze’ Category
“Waisting” away with a margarita
Few things are are refreshing as that first cocktail of a long holiday weekend. This one is from TGI Friday’s, a 139-calorie Skinny Blackberry Margarita. So I can get my drink om without impeding my weight loss progress.
Hunny bourbonz chicken all done!
OK, so I had to wait until my beloved COLTS MADE IT BACK TO THE SUPER BOWL AH HELL YEAH! before I could get my chicken in the oven. So I was running just a wee bit late. In the meantime the next game started to determine who would face MY COLTS IN THE SUPER [...]
Sweet bourbonz marinade for da chickenz
If you would be so inclined to vote for me today in the Aiming Low recipe contest, I would be oh so very grateful. I would think you were an awesome person. I would invite you over to my house for honey bourbon chicken, I promise. And in case you were unconvinced of the awesomeness [...]
No drunk blogging
I am having a wee bit of booze tonight because we are snowed in with a bunch of snow that’s been falling for HOURS and will not stop so I’ve been drinking when not shoveling the driveway which we gave up on cause damn we can’t shovel it fast enough and where do we think [...]
Excuse #8,934 for blowing off the gym
OK, I totally blew off the gym last night. And I can’t blame Paula Deen. Or anyone else but me. I went into lazy mode as soon as I got home. I was tired. I was frustrated. I had a hard day. I totally deserved that pizza I ordered. And the bottle of wine I [...]
Shots with the sheriff
Since I am sick, I need my vitamin C. And to me, vitamin C is sooooo much better with Malibu coconut rum. Just a dash- too much and it tastes like suntan lotion. And what goes better with such a tropical beverage than a little Marley, mon? OK, I really didn’t rum up my afternoon [...]
Long travel day. Finally arrived in Portland. Hello, cerveza mas fina. I don’t care if I do have to eat mediocre food in a hillbilly bar that is hosting a redneck wedding with a groom in a kilt just to be near you. Oh, cold golden nectar. You are mine.







