Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Plant City Strawberries














Still home sick, but I figure I can blog a bit to lift my spirits.
Late Feb is Strawberry Festival time here in Central FL. While we missed the Plant City festival for the fourth year running, my bossyboss did manage to snag me a 1/2 flat of gorgeous berries from Farmer John's stand on Rt.27 near the post office.

I can't remember when I made these, but they were sweet, fluffy and adorable.


That's Blue Mountain coffee in my favorite Starrf^cks mug, crispy, crunchy, porky, salty bacony bacon, and oh yeah-Guido requested and received BLUEBERRY pancakes. The idea behind me making pancakes is very simple- Mom gave me this kick-ass griddle years ago that is electric and non-stick. It makes fluffy-wuffy flapjacks with zero butter. Of course I make up for that fact by slathering on artery clogging heart stopping hunks of butter on the actual food.
Butter, bacon and buttery bacon. Oh, and there was some warmed sugar free syrup on the table. Yes Virginia, I said sugar free... We aren't heathens afterall!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Ima lousy blogger


Seriously, my attentiveness to this blog is lackluster. Ok, it stinks. However I am trying to do better. I have been sick for the first time in FOREVER and have only been stuffing tissues up my nose... Nothing else is getting stuffed, believe me.

Tonight I was tired of chicken soup (and I had leftover dough because I was too sicky to make the Easter Breads that I am famous for) so I forced Guido to help me fashion some funky sauce-less pizza boards. Worked fine, with some large slices of Boar's Head Pepperoni.
The sweet thing about my husband is that he REALLY TRIES. He has no background in the kitchen except as an eager participant in the end result. He was a jock in High School and knows only that he should cook on HIGH with BUTTER- and he fries eggs really good. But he did great and I love him for it.
This pizza-board was drizzled with extra v olive earl, shredded mozz, grated krap err kraft parm and lots of spices that I had him grind in his manly man-hands- he didn't like that part.


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