I have recently decided to try not eating grains. My love of inconvenience and the money burning a hole in my purse made the “paleo” diet a perfect choice for me. Here are some crazy mini muffins I made today (so that I could have something to snack with wine):

Turnip & Blue Cheese Muffins a/k/a “A Savory Punch in the Face”

1/2 c. mashed, cooked turnips

1tbls grass-fed butter, cuz its awesome.

2 eggs

1/3 c almond meal

1/3 c hazelnut meal (or more almond meal)

2 tbsp raisins

a small hand-full of pecan pieces

1tsp baking powder (I’m convinced it’s made of magic)

a chunk of blue cheese about the size of a lipstick tube

1/2 tsp minced fresh parsley ( I did not have this in mine and decided that it would have made them better)

salt & pepper

Pre-heat oven to 350.  Line mini-muffin tins with paper cups.

Beat eggs.  Combine everything but cheese until mixed.  Smush/crumble blue cheese into mixture and mix until just so. (don’t overmix) About 2 heaping iced-tea spoons worth of batter should fit in each.  Bake for 20 min.  Turn oven off and let ’em coast for another 5.  Remove from oven and let cool slightly on rack.  Serve with salted, grass-fed butter (Kerrygold is our favorite!) and some red wine.  PoW!



I am really digging batik print right now.  I don’t know why, but I think it’s going to make a big comeback.  Batik  print never strays too far to have to make a leap of a return, but I seem to remember the early ’90s when it was on everything everywhere, often right next to its illegitimate cousin, the tie-dye.  But I’m not referring to head-shop fashion as much as common trend.  I’d like to see batik silks and cottons “dressed up” and lady like in places like Anthropologie and made fancy but affordable in mega-stores like Target.  Until then, I’m going to make myself way too many A-line skirts out of the stuff I picked up at Jo-Ann’s.


I got a hair product that promised shiny hair…and it worked!

  I am impressed.  My hair also looks extremely dark.  Black hole dark.  Light absorbing hypnosis dark….not really what I’m going for, but I’m trying not to be choosy.  Right now I’m just glad it’s clean.

I’m wondering if I’m going to make it through the Texas summer without cutting it.  Every year I daydream about having short hair…then I cut it in a non-committal mid-length and despise it and the millions of pins I need to use to get it off my neck.  You see, I have unreasonably thick hair and in a Texas June, that’s much like having a (shiny) comatose cat on your head.  This year I’m hoping to keep my senses and French braiding-arm-muscles in tact so I can use it as a scarf come fall.  Wish me luck.


I am in the editing phase of my book called, “Where 2 Streets Meet.” Editing is tricky. A large part of me wants to leave everything just as it is, but I know that’s a bad idea. Part of me wants to burn it and start over, but I know that’s a sad idea. Part of me wants to get someone else to edit it, which is a great idea. BUT, I still need to take a pass at it before I can hand it off with a red pen.
I’ll post some excerpts here next week. …things are afoot.

I didn’t over-eat!

I did not over eat on Thanksgiving. I did not take a nap. I did not watch sports or go to the movies. I did not run to the store for last minute items. I did not leave town and I did not have company.
Lets see what I can get away with not doing on Christmas!

If my cat had a blog.

If my cat Sherpa had a blog, today’s post would go like this:


I had an epic nap on the sofa today.  It was restorative, as I now have full power and strength.  My people are getting tired because it’s night time and they didn’t nap enough and they can’t see in the dark like me.  That’s why I lay on them when they are sleeping.  There is a cool front coming in, but not til next week.  I can feel it in my bones…which are NOT hollow, buy the way.  Only birds have hollow bones…stupid birds.

THEY had pork chops for dinner and didn’t offer me any, but a tall, hairy visitor gave me a couple treats.  Then they sat around and ate chocolate!  That stuff will kill me!

I sat on the mail real good this evening.  It’s almost ready.  Tomorrow I’m going to sit on the dryer cuz there’s stuff up there I need to check.  I’d better go.  There’s some clean laundry I need to season.


This morning for breakfast I had coffee, bacon, and Poor Man’s Pie.  What is Poor Man’s Pie?  Well, hang on a second and I’ll tell ya.

Poor Man’s Pie (PMP)

2 slices wheat toast with salted butter (it’s best to add the butter when the toast is still warm, for Melty Goodness a/k/a MG)

4 large, thinly sliced strawberries.

Place strawberry slices on top of warm, buttery toast.  Close your eyes and bite. (but not too hard, just incase you bite your finger by accident.)  In about 4 chews, it will taste just like pie.  It works with thinly sliced apples, apricots or peaches also.

I will probably never make (real) pie again.