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In a haze I see my hand going up and down, up and down.  My body is tired and weak, but I can’t stop.  My mouth is in constant motion, my jaw feels as though it will become unhinged.  I am starting to feel real pain.  My weapon of choice… tortilla chip. 

I have had a tummy ache for about a day and half.  The Superbowl turned me into some crazed cheese fueled loon.  We had about dozen people over for the big game and 3, count it 3, different cheese dips.  No doubt they were delicious: spinach and artichoke, queso and a cheesy jalapeno spread.  Now we had a lot of other food, but for some reason the cheese was calling to me.  The oh so sweet song of indigestion. 

I am now a useless lump on the couch.  But I am also a lump that just went shopping for a whole garden’s worth of fruit and veg.  The beau and I are starting a juice diet.  Tomorrow.  I feel excited, like I may poop my pants.  It could be from the cheese, but I am thinking it is anticipation.  Now I read a book on it, but a single book does not an expert make me.  But the beau has done this a few times, and the promise of shedding some weight has made me his minion… and sex slave.  But apparently while fasting you aren’t allowed to exert too much energy so… well we’ll see I suppose. 

I’m not going to push it.  Tomorrow starts the pre fast and I am going to take it easy peasy lemon sqeezey.  I’m not trying to damage something permanently, I just want to try it and be cleansed.  Doesn’t that sound nice?  Cleansed.  I won’t be cooking any meals for awhile, but I will be drinking food and not drinking booze.  Enjoy the ride, I will be posting the craziness.  Do you think my skin will turn orange from too much carrot juice?

 
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Today is Corndog’s birthday!  I am so excited and am getting ready to make a delicious birthday meal, post to follow. 

Babe,  I hope your birthday is as wonderful as you are.  Sorry I couldn’t find that Jabba the Hut costume you wanted me to dress up in.  I guess some wishes don’t come true.  I love you 24.

Today is for love and friends and food and booze and kisses and food and groping and… you get the idea.

So I tried baking a pecan pie in honor of Martin Luther King Jr’s birthday.  Yeah, not so much.  I ate the filling!  But I am trying again today.  I will be back with a vengeance!!  First MLK’s bday and now the Inaugeration.  I can’t fuck up two days in a row. 

People actually ate it… but my beau did say he thought it reminded him of a wooden bowl.  And then he shut the hell up.

I did however make some yummy chicken and dumplings.  So there!!

Cheers to a new era, new change and even yummier treats!!  Hope those of you who can tune in to watch the Inauguration on the tube.  I will be!!

Mmm hmmm… that’s right… put those dumplings into my mouth.

Every week I watch Top Chef and it kind of makes me want to cook something, yes I am Goddess of Our Kitchen. Notice I didn’t say THE kitchen. I know where I belong. So in honor of the previous week’s episode, I made a dish inspired by, duh… the previous week’s episode.

I give you… (drumroll) Italian Stalliovis. Fabio is a ravioli machine and I wanted to see if I could pull it off.

Oh yes, I rolled that out with my own two arms, the arms that this morning now hate me. Has anyone ever thought of a cooking workout tape?

Dee-licious filling of venison, ground beef, adouille sausage, mushie shrooms and thyme. Yes, my fingers resemble the shape of baby carrots. I have fat fingers!!! (sob)

Creamy red sauce that I wanted to lick out of the pot.

                                                 Mixed the filling with some cottage cheese and egg and got to fillin’ em up.

Final dish. The biggest raviolis I have ever stuffed into my face. Why did that sound dirty? I love stuffing things into my face! (snicker)

Thanx to G for taking pics, bringing wine and oh yeah, breaking the fucking wine opener. Geez.

Update:  The red sauce that leaps off the screen was just a can of plain tomato sauce, jazzed up with red pepper flakes, 5 cloves of garlic and finished with half a cup of heavy cream.