The Great White Hunter returned from
his bear hunt yesterday afternoon,
empty-handed.
Which sorta reminds me of a joke
which I'll try to relate to you.
I can't really remember it properly.
But, I'll try anyway.
And I apologize in advance.
It's a joke about bears
and the difference between
black bears and grizzly bears.
If I recall correctly,
a hunter was told to guard against grizzly bears
by carrying pepper spray for protection
and wearing bells on his person
so as to alert the bear when he approached,
and not surprise the bear,
because you don't want to come up
on a grizzly and surprise him.
Then, the way to tell the difference between the
two bears was to examine their stools.
The fecal material of a black bear
contains berries and nuts.
The fecal material of a grizzly bear
smells like pepper and contains bells.
Ba-Da-Boom.
With that done,
I will continue to
our New Year's Day breakfast.
Mr. Hawthorne made an omelet.
Mr. Hawthorne sauteed mushrooms, peppers, and onions.
After whisking 4 eggs,
he added them to a skillet,
and added tomato slices
and corn salsa.
Then he added in the sauteed mushrooms,
onions, and peppers.
I made grits, with butter and cheddar cheese.
And as I've said before,
if you haven't had
these grits,
then you haven't had grits.
Do Northerners eat grits?
And here's our breakfast.
Toasted whole wheat bun.
Bacon.
Yellow grits.
Omelet.
I added sliced green olives to mine,
but that's WAY outside of Mr. Hawthorne's comfort zone.
This is the sad part.
Dismantling Christmas.
I had
no help with taking the lights off
as Mr. Hawthorne was watching a movie (Duh)
and could not be bothered.
I was bitchin' the whole time at him
and he just kept upping the volume on the TV.
He blamed me for the tangled lights
at the
bottom
of the tree
,
but I had to remind him that he
did the lights at the
bottom and
top and
I did the lights at the
middle.
We're still arguing about that.
Naturally, I'm right
and he's wrong.
Why does he even argue with me
about such things?
Anyways, I was unable to unstring the lights,
so I just pulled them down,
like taking off a pair of britches.
Mr. Hawthorne shoved the tree out the window.
Christmas tree out the window.
This is really an easier way of disposing
of the tree.
Plus we avoid the needles all over the
floor to the door.
How many times do I have to do a video
before I remember to keep the camera horizontal?
Anyways, when Mr. Hawthorne was listening to the video,
he said he'd wished he'd heard
my very first comment at the time of the taping.
He would have had some appropriate retort.
Yeah ... we're twelve.
Whenever Dixie comes downstairs in the morning
she's always very happy to start her day.
Usually this entails running to her toy basket
and grabbing one of her stuffed animals to play with.
I guess she decided Mr. Squirrel needed a bath this morning.
Usually she puts Ducky in her water bowl.
I felt like making a nice omelet today for breakfast.
Three eggs and a little bit of cream
and salt and pepper.
Venison sausage Mr. Hawthorne and I had made
a few months ago.
Even though we added extra fat to the sausage,
it's still quite lean and needed a bit of butter.
My additions to the omelet:
Serrano pepper
Roasted red pepper
Red onion
Cilantro
Whenever I open a jar of roasted peppers,
I have to do a bunch of recipes using the peppers
since they get mold on them quickly
and I HATE wasting anything.
The additions went into the egg mixture
along with some corn salsa.
And cheese.
And cilantro.
Ta daaaaa!
