Breads

Mmmm Breads....


No Knead Bread:

http://www.steamykitchen.com/168-no-knead-bread-revisited.html 

Herbed Batter Bread:

http://www.seriouseats.com/recipes/2011/10/bread-baking-herbed-batter-bread-recipe.html

Potato Rosemary Bread:

http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2007/04/pettiness-and-panmarino/

Crisp Rosemary Flatbread

http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2008/08/crisp-rosemary-flatbread/

Foccacia Bread with Rosemary

http://www.simplyrecipes.com/recipes/focaccia_bread_with_rosemary/

Pasta Recipes

I'm a huge pasta fan. I could honestly eat it every day.  It's filling and warms me up...and it does a nice job of putting me into a food coma for a few hours.

Pasta Recipes to try:

Pasta and white beans with garlic-rosemary oil

 

http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2013/01/pasta-and-white-beans-with-garlic-rosemary-oil/

Creamy Avocado Pasta

 

http://ohsheglows.com/2011/01/31/15-minute-creamy-avocado-pasta/

Tomato Basil Cream Pasta

 

http://ohsheglows.com/2011/05/10/easy-tomato-basil-cream-pasta/

Summer Pea and Roasted Red Pepper pasta salad

 

http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2009/08/summer-pea-and-roasted-red-pepper-pasta-salad/

Tranette with Jalapeño Pesto Recipe 

 http://www.foodrepublic.com/2011/11/01/trenette-jalape%C3%B1o-pesto-recipe

There ain't no island left for islanders like me

Love the felted drumstrick
and Billy Joel's eyes and nose compared to the rest.
...I feel my heart beating in unison with this song.

Ghost Town!!

Ummm I have to visit this place. Bodie, California, at it's peak had 65 saloons on a 1 mile long Main Street, a brass band, a red light district, a China town, Taoist temple, Opium dens...

a Ghost Town.

It's just a 7 hour drive from where I'll be staying in June. I'll have to start my drive early morning, so I do can visit during the day. At night there's probably real ghosts, and I couldn't handle that.

Love this Lady

... Like a wildcat

Love this song by Dolly
and Mindy
and Jack and Meg

Funny Shite

Very funny video.

Dilaudid

All the chickens come on home to roost
Plump bodies blotting out the sky
You know it breaks my heart in half
When I see them trying to see them fly
'Cuz you just can't do things your body wasn't meant to
Hike up your fishnets, I know you