<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649</id><updated>2012-01-27T09:57:37.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fookin' bloogin'</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-4721940689845880376</id><published>2011-04-02T10:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T10:25:16.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found While Packing:</title><content type='html'>Copied from a website years ago (it was something like: ihatemylife.com I think).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This was all self-defense (12/16/99) - Joey, Utah, Age 29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girlfriend got pissy with me and drove off while my arm was tangled in her seatbelt, and she dragged me for a quarter of a mile before she got pulled over by a police officer.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Of course I get arrested, because I'm the one who has the gun, and I'm the one who is on PCP, and I'm the one who fires six rounds into the Chevy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was all self defense, but I have shitty lawyer and he just laughs.  Oh, and my girlfriend works on an air-force base and has a k-9 that she has sex with.  I have videos.  And when I get out of this fucking place, I'm going to sell them to her fucking parents."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-4721940689845880376?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/4721940689845880376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=4721940689845880376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/4721940689845880376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/4721940689845880376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2011/04/found-while-packing.html' title='Found While Packing:'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-7062172414695417163</id><published>2011-04-02T10:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T10:20:03.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>"Shrapnel was invented by an Englishman of the same name.  Don't you wish you could have something named after you?"&lt;div&gt;-Vonnegut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-7062172414695417163?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/7062172414695417163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=7062172414695417163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7062172414695417163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7062172414695417163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-5534161084819370087</id><published>2011-04-02T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T10:19:04.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As well</title><content type='html'>"Some places were not so good but maybe we were not so good when we were in them."&lt;div&gt;-Hemingway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-5534161084819370087?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/5534161084819370087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=5534161084819370087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5534161084819370087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5534161084819370087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-well.html' title='As well'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-5277733900346016169</id><published>2011-04-02T10:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T10:18:21.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And</title><content type='html'>"It did not matter that we were too full of beer, too full of regrets and presentiments:  We sat there like dry trees in the rain.  The music washed over us, and it hurt, but it was good."&lt;div&gt;-M.F.K. Fisher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-5277733900346016169?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/5277733900346016169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=5277733900346016169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5277733900346016169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5277733900346016169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2011/04/and.html' title='And'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-5327095830349349358</id><published>2011-04-02T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T10:17:13.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>"The past is an empty cafe terrace.&lt;div&gt;An airless dusk before thunder.  A man running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no way now to know what happened then - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;none at all - unless, of course, you improvise:"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Boland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-5327095830349349358?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/5327095830349349358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=5327095830349349358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5327095830349349358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5327095830349349358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2011/04/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-675086795682883886</id><published>2011-04-02T10:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T10:15:28.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Fridge</title><content type='html'>"happiness is such hard work&lt;div&gt;harder everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it can kill you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no one wants to be that tacky about it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Dismemberment Plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-675086795682883886?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/675086795682883886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=675086795682883886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/675086795682883886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/675086795682883886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2011/04/from-fridge.html' title='From the Fridge'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-5768356459812152989</id><published>2009-05-01T15:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:59:01.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberries &amp; Max</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Sfth8PcmgrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CqH73kEiRPU/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Sfth8PcmgrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CqH73kEiRPU/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330962271489655474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds ate the strawberries before we could.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Sfth7wkQDTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZLTZ5caBP7Q/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Sfth7wkQDTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZLTZ5caBP7Q/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330962263200238898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-5768356459812152989?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/5768356459812152989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=5768356459812152989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5768356459812152989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5768356459812152989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2009/05/strawberries-max.html' title='Strawberries &amp; Max'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Sfth8PcmgrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CqH73kEiRPU/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-8603832811241796000</id><published>2008-12-14T08:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:50:51.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy House</title><content type='html'>Here are some photos of the fairy house Brandon and I built for a co-worker.  Last year I gave her a homemade unicorn doll.  I don't know what I'll manage to think of next year.&lt;br /&gt;Main House:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SUUOnKyBXRI/AAAAAAAAASs/kZqmfQywmuU/s1600-h/fairy+house1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SUUOnKyBXRI/AAAAAAAAASs/kZqmfQywmuU/s320/fairy+house1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279642204233620754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detailed.  The blanket is reversible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SUUOnVaz-zI/AAAAAAAAAS0/fFiptqiWJx0/s1600-h/fairy+house+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SUUOnVaz-zI/AAAAAAAAAS0/fFiptqiWJx0/s320/fairy+house+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279642207089064754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in a window:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SUUOngcf2gI/AAAAAAAAAS8/0KBSstZe3DQ/s1600-h/fairy+house+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SUUOngcf2gI/AAAAAAAAAS8/0KBSstZe3DQ/s320/fairy+house+window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279642210048924162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-8603832811241796000?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/8603832811241796000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=8603832811241796000' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8603832811241796000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8603832811241796000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/12/fairy-house.html' title='Fairy House'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SUUOnKyBXRI/AAAAAAAAASs/kZqmfQywmuU/s72-c/fairy+house1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-8089765618453867018</id><published>2008-12-03T15:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:28:45.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny Tailoring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/STbr8lBOInI/AAAAAAAAASk/D4Z1FdKHnhk/s1600-h/kennyfeathersgood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/STbr8lBOInI/AAAAAAAAASk/D4Z1FdKHnhk/s320/kennyfeathersgood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275663439473025650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/STbreXMtaNI/AAAAAAAAASc/Q7Z9NQK219s/s1600-h/kennyfeathersokay.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-8089765618453867018?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/8089765618453867018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=8089765618453867018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8089765618453867018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8089765618453867018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/12/kenny-tailoring.html' title='Kenny Tailoring'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/STbr8lBOInI/AAAAAAAAASk/D4Z1FdKHnhk/s72-c/kennyfeathersgood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-5613720074803625525</id><published>2008-12-03T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:24:57.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoofly Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/STbrDLwk-LI/AAAAAAAAASU/y35yV9Fk_PI/s1600-h/shoofly+better.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/STbrDLwk-LI/AAAAAAAAASU/y35yV9Fk_PI/s320/shoofly+better.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275662453439789234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly recommended for molasses lovers.  Recipe from Joy of Cooking with the pat in the pan crust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-5613720074803625525?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/5613720074803625525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=5613720074803625525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5613720074803625525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5613720074803625525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/12/shoofly-pie.html' title='Shoofly Pie'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/STbrDLwk-LI/AAAAAAAAASU/y35yV9Fk_PI/s72-c/shoofly+better.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-8538302067344391252</id><published>2008-12-03T15:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:23:17.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated</title><content type='html'>Halloween&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/STbqnX9aQoI/AAAAAAAAASM/4untY6DB0mU/s1600-h/jackolanterns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/STbqnX9aQoI/AAAAAAAAASM/4untY6DB0mU/s320/jackolanterns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275661975678501506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-8538302067344391252?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/8538302067344391252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=8538302067344391252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8538302067344391252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8538302067344391252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/12/belated.html' title='Belated'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/STbqnX9aQoI/AAAAAAAAASM/4untY6DB0mU/s72-c/jackolanterns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-7498057119803489</id><published>2008-10-06T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:06:11.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>scarves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SOqnz0ogQyI/AAAAAAAAASE/zYHaHOvcxNI/s1600-h/scarves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SOqnz0ogQyI/AAAAAAAAASE/zYHaHOvcxNI/s320/scarves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254196424024802082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of my mom gave me a bunch of vintage scarves and handkerchiefs.  I don't wear scarves so I am hording them until I think of something to do.  They are lovely.  She also gave me some handmade ribbon flower corsages.  We gave most of them to Brandon's grandmother but I kept a small one for myself. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SOqnzKzgQdI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gAegDCHyAAs/s1600-h/natalie+and+mushroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SOqnzKzgQdI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gAegDCHyAAs/s320/natalie+and+mushroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254196412796649938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-7498057119803489?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/7498057119803489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=7498057119803489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7498057119803489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7498057119803489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/10/scarves.html' title='scarves'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SOqnz0ogQyI/AAAAAAAAASE/zYHaHOvcxNI/s72-c/scarves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-1820450861364871681</id><published>2008-09-21T15:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:35:25.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Binding Tape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SNav_nQ6ThI/AAAAAAAAANY/wjVsLEkBnLM/s1600-h/apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SNav_nQ6ThI/AAAAAAAAANY/wjVsLEkBnLM/s320/apron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248575923153423890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This apron that I made from a poorly tested pattern in A is For Apron was my reward for working on my grad school essay.  I bought the fabric with a $20 that a mad man dropped on the floor at work and didn't come back to get, ever.  He probably didn't notice considering he had a huge wad of money shoved into a crumpled newspaper and asked one of my co-workers to help him count it in the kids department.  Creepy.  East Liberty is pretty rough.  Anyway, I made my own binding tape and loved it!  Everyone says the bias is so great and they were right.  It hugged the curves easily and really made the apron look professional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-1820450861364871681?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/1820450861364871681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=1820450861364871681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/1820450861364871681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/1820450861364871681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/09/binding-tape.html' title='Binding Tape'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SNav_nQ6ThI/AAAAAAAAANY/wjVsLEkBnLM/s72-c/apron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-1865370609113257780</id><published>2008-09-21T15:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:28:09.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Winery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SNauPz43elI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CRBOHFYJ5QQ/s1600-h/winery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SNauPz43elI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CRBOHFYJ5QQ/s320/winery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248574002396887634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple months ago Brandon bought some beer and wine making equipment from a very enthusiastic garage salesman.  Then his employer moved to a new building down the street from a really excellent wine and brewing supply store and our winery was born.  So far he has bottled peach, blackberry (we picked them at his grandma's!), and coffee.  The coffee is an exotic taste (read: sort of horrifying but not terrible.)  We have pineapple, blueberry, strawberry, orange, and cranberry working right now.  They taste really good, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SNauPJ2FCcI/AAAAAAAAANI/SPNRe_V1w9Y/s1600-h/wine+trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SNauPJ2FCcI/AAAAAAAAANI/SPNRe_V1w9Y/s320/wine+trio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248573991110904258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-1865370609113257780?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/1865370609113257780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=1865370609113257780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/1865370609113257780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/1865370609113257780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-winery.html' title='Our Winery'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SNauPz43elI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CRBOHFYJ5QQ/s72-c/winery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-231016659425102716</id><published>2008-09-21T15:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:19:04.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SNasIp9VORI/AAAAAAAAANA/XPkGs-HDbS4/s1600-h/ribs+and+corn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SNasIp9VORI/AAAAAAAAANA/XPkGs-HDbS4/s320/ribs+and+corn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248571680448919826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an exhausting attempt at being a football fan last year I signed on to only participate in the "big" games.  Like the season opener.  We had those same old amazingly delicious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ribs&lt;/span&gt;.  I also made a successful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soft sweet dinner roll&lt;/span&gt;.  My life has gotten that much better since giving up in the biscuit crusade.  The roll recipe was from Joy of Cooking.  Of course it was, right?  Also, we had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;corn &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;butter&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parsley&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-231016659425102716?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/231016659425102716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=231016659425102716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/231016659425102716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/231016659425102716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/09/opening-day.html' title='Opening Day'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SNasIp9VORI/AAAAAAAAANA/XPkGs-HDbS4/s72-c/ribs+and+corn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-8803420961916456035</id><published>2008-08-25T14:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:05:30.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Dish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SLMQbkMClPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/e9UAK7ThxGA/s1600-h/deep+dish+anchovy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SLMQbkMClPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/e9UAK7ThxGA/s320/deep+dish+anchovy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238548857318708466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've become a little obsessed with home-made pizza.  Thanks to a last minute glance through of last month's Good Food magazine I discovered deep dish.  Not only is it yummy and a tidy presentation but the oil I coated the bottom with and the dough combined to give my much abused iron skillets some tlc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, some last minute sangria.  I mushed up some frozen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sugar&lt;/span&gt; and the juice of one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lemon&lt;/span&gt;, sliced a couple &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peaches&lt;/span&gt; and combined with some jug &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wine&lt;/span&gt;.  I also added a slug of orange juice which I would not recommend as the flavor was a little more subtle before that step.  It was served with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soda and ice&lt;/span&gt; in my precious pansy glass from the goodwill.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SLMQcdFvJRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z9xuM0oqj_4/s1600-h/sangria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SLMQcdFvJRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z9xuM0oqj_4/s320/sangria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238548872593089810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-8803420961916456035?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/8803420961916456035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=8803420961916456035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8803420961916456035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8803420961916456035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/08/deep-dish.html' title='Deep Dish'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SLMQbkMClPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/e9UAK7ThxGA/s72-c/deep+dish+anchovy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-2421211002338605638</id><published>2008-08-11T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:25:08.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caramelized Onions &amp; Peas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SKDmaZ9PBLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6X4P_mStEdE/s1600-h/pea+pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SKDmaZ9PBLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6X4P_mStEdE/s320/pea+pizza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233436108323226802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is loosely based off a "pitza" my ex-boyfriend used to order at a local restaurant that serves middle eastern food that is good but not very interesting.  The one he got was much spicier and had chicken.  I don't even remember liking it that much but suddenly woke up the other day desperate to make this.  I had a container of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tangy tomato sauce&lt;/span&gt; left over from a Moosewood meal.  The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peas&lt;/span&gt; were heated in a little oil with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;garam masala&lt;/span&gt;.  The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onions&lt;/span&gt; were finely sliced and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caramelized&lt;/span&gt;.  I made a big pan of them to mix with yogurt and cheddar in another loose remake of a real winner from Amy Sedaris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-2421211002338605638?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/2421211002338605638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=2421211002338605638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/2421211002338605638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/2421211002338605638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/08/caramelized-onions-peas.html' title='Caramelized Onions &amp; Peas'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SKDmaZ9PBLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6X4P_mStEdE/s72-c/pea+pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-7378598972852065254</id><published>2008-08-07T15:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:36:01.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicilian Pi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SJtcps2r_yI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OFrfSAXfMFk/s1600-h/sicilian+pi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SJtcps2r_yI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OFrfSAXfMFk/s320/sicilian+pi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231877263605890850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a cue from Laura and tried my hand at recreating a Pi favorite.  I covered the crust with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grated provolone&lt;/span&gt;, about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 cloves garlic minced&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sliced tomato&lt;/span&gt; sprinkled with generous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;salt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pepper&lt;/span&gt; and a handful of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chopped parsley&lt;/span&gt;.  It was really amazing.  The crust wasn't the same, obviously, but I do intend to eventually try it with a pie crust.  I think I may make this for dinner again tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-7378598972852065254?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/7378598972852065254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=7378598972852065254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7378598972852065254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7378598972852065254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/08/sicilian-pi.html' title='Sicilian Pi'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SJtcps2r_yI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OFrfSAXfMFk/s72-c/sicilian+pi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-3481352857565083870</id><published>2008-07-28T17:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:22:50.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently Eaten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SI5GnsbDSQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pyKVnD_ABk4/s1600-h/+sweet+fries.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SI5GnsbDSQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pyKVnD_ABk4/s320/+sweet+fries.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228193865177188610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bacon Burgers with Sweet Potato Fries.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mixed chopped &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onion&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meat&lt;/span&gt; along with the usual worcestershire&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, salt,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black pepper&lt;/span&gt;.  The fries were tossed with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olive oil&lt;/span&gt; and baked until nearly destroyed in a 475 oven.  Not pictured: amazing homemade &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ranch Dressing&lt;/span&gt;.  I found the recipe in How to Boil Water by the Food Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SI5GoHpgT6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/s89JHuwZH8Q/s1600-h/stir+fry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SI5GoHpgT6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/s89JHuwZH8Q/s320/stir+fry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228193872485568418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken Green Bean Stir-fry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made from a pretty close following of the recipe in the most recent Rachael Ray magazine.  The sauce was better than good.   Next time I would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;double the sauce&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;halve the chicken&lt;/span&gt; and replace it with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more veggies&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;double the rice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-3481352857565083870?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/3481352857565083870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=3481352857565083870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/3481352857565083870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/3481352857565083870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/07/recently-eaten.html' title='Recently Eaten'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SI5GnsbDSQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pyKVnD_ABk4/s72-c/+sweet+fries.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-3728185457223749944</id><published>2008-06-01T17:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T17:41:23.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SEMlfZdFofI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vjD7dkMTY4c/s1600-h/pillow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SEMlfZdFofI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vjD7dkMTY4c/s320/pillow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207046815509488114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite crushing laziness I finished the pillow.  It worked out well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-3728185457223749944?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/3728185457223749944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=3728185457223749944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/3728185457223749944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/3728185457223749944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/06/finished.html' title='finished'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SEMlfZdFofI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vjD7dkMTY4c/s72-c/pillow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-9155151386925083016</id><published>2008-05-30T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:13:57.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Log Cabin-ish Pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SEBf7JsIc_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jiBOEULIbfc/s1600-h/pillow+progress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SEBf7JsIc_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jiBOEULIbfc/s320/pillow+progress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206266639058236402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought as-is pillows at Ikea last year.  Then half-heartedly covered them.  I decided months ago that I wanted to make a Log Cabin inspired  cover for the worst of them.  Here is an in-progress photo.  I really hope I finish it but it has already been over a year so there is no telling.  All the fabric was leftover from other projects at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-9155151386925083016?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/9155151386925083016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=9155151386925083016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/9155151386925083016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/9155151386925083016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/05/log-cabin-ish-pillow.html' title='Log Cabin-ish Pillow'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SEBf7JsIc_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jiBOEULIbfc/s72-c/pillow+progress.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-4759343526035208230</id><published>2008-05-30T14:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:08:12.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomato Sauce with Vinegar</title><content type='html'>Twice I have made a mushroom tomato sauce with red wine vinegar.  I enjoyed it both times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SEBef3I766I/AAAAAAAAAL4/lil_nB3UtDE/s1600-h/tomato+sauce.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SEBef3I766I/AAAAAAAAAL4/lil_nB3UtDE/s320/tomato+sauce.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206265070710680482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mince &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;garlic&lt;/span&gt; and saute it until fragrant.  Then add sliced &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;. Add &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marjoram&lt;/span&gt; to taste and mix thoroughly.  Once it seems that everything will stick horribly to the pan add a glug or two of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red wine vinegar&lt;/span&gt;.  Cook with lid on until mushrooms are soft and it smells delightful.  Add &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; and any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;salt and pepper&lt;/span&gt;.  Simmer while the water for the pasta boils.  It makes a fairly tangy sauce so I think it is best over a filled pasta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-4759343526035208230?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/4759343526035208230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=4759343526035208230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/4759343526035208230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/4759343526035208230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/05/tomato-sauce-with-vinegar.html' title='Tomato Sauce with Vinegar'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SEBef3I766I/AAAAAAAAAL4/lil_nB3UtDE/s72-c/tomato+sauce.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-4648972226486764072</id><published>2008-05-30T14:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:59:14.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peach Cobbler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SEBcdCnmE6I/AAAAAAAAALw/jU0KgkRjr98/s1600-h/peach+cobbler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SEBcdCnmE6I/AAAAAAAAALw/jU0KgkRjr98/s320/peach+cobbler.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206262823229199266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a peach cobbler from frozen peaches.  They were a little hard even after baking forever.  This is one recipe that has never been as good as the first time.  How can that be?  I remember it as the most amazing thing I had ever made up until that point.  And it has since gained nearly mythical status.  I make it once or twice a year now and there is always something that rubs me the wrong way.  The nutmeg was too strong.  The dough never quite cooked despite nearly doubling the time in the oven.  This time the peaches were hard and the dough still had issues.  Maybe I should accept that the first time was the best and move on to a different version of the recipe.  It was from Deborah Madison's Vegetarian Cooking Book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-4648972226486764072?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/4648972226486764072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=4648972226486764072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/4648972226486764072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/4648972226486764072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/05/peach-cobbler.html' title='Peach Cobbler'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SEBcdCnmE6I/AAAAAAAAALw/jU0KgkRjr98/s72-c/peach+cobbler.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-7728060736547105342</id><published>2008-05-13T14:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:40:45.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SCnuotGY5kI/AAAAAAAAALI/sdbhULuehTw/s1600-h/DSCN1656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SCnuotGY5kI/AAAAAAAAALI/sdbhULuehTw/s320/DSCN1656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199949627844519490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago we ran for one hour straight!  The last ten minutes were pure will power and pain.  But, what an accomplishment.  Then on Sunday we both had "PR's" in the local race for the cure.  Brandon = 25:45.  Me = 27:50.  Hurray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-7728060736547105342?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/7728060736547105342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=7728060736547105342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7728060736547105342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7728060736547105342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-hour.html' title='One Hour'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/SCnuotGY5kI/AAAAAAAAALI/sdbhULuehTw/s72-c/DSCN1656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-5233727930754423157</id><published>2008-05-10T07:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T07:19:42.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sci-Fi Summer</title><content type='html'>This summer I am going all out and reading only science fiction/fantasy.  I always claim to love the genre but haven't read enough of it to silence its many detractors.   Also, I may go back to school next term and won't have time for such luxuries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off with a painful, difficult book &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Void Captain's Tale&lt;/span&gt; by Norman Spinrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "But despite these appearances, I sensed that the void within me, that black hole of confusion which had somehow been bored through my weltanschauung, had finally begun to fracture the phenomenological realm precisely at its point of greatest ambiguity - the sexual interface where psyche and soma could no longer be dualized."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on and on in that vein.  But I finished it and I think I understood some of the most obvious points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-5233727930754423157?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/5233727930754423157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=5233727930754423157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5233727930754423157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5233727930754423157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/05/sci-fi-summer.html' title='Sci-Fi Summer'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-2218084534744260686</id><published>2008-04-06T07:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T07:54:00.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race for the Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R_jHwqzzpcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/KGLLTmeVI_U/s1600-h/DSCN1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R_jHwqzzpcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/KGLLTmeVI_U/s320/DSCN1641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186114609856357826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our race for the cure packages came on Friday.  We ran the course yesterday and even though my legs felt like jelly we finished in 29:40.  Which is a huge improvement over our first 5k.  Race day will be much different but I hope to be surprised/satisfied with my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-2218084534744260686?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/2218084534744260686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=2218084534744260686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/2218084534744260686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/2218084534744260686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/04/race-for-cure.html' title='Race for the Cure'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R_jHwqzzpcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/KGLLTmeVI_U/s72-c/DSCN1641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-8204161753756776318</id><published>2008-04-06T07:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T07:50:22.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R_jGuqzzpbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/EobHjP4eMOU/s1600-h/DSCN1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R_jGuqzzpbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/EobHjP4eMOU/s320/DSCN1640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186113475984991666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't consider myself a baker because I have never successfully made a loaf of bread and until yesterday had never made really good muffins.  The bread thing has a ways to go unless you count flat bread, which I don't.  These muffins were double chocolate muffins from Joy of Cooking that I made using leftover chocolate from a going away cake I made for a co-worker.  I am in love with the fact that I got up Saturday morning and just happened to whip up a huge batch of muffins with "leftover" chocolate like I am someones grandma and it is a just a matter of course that I would have leftover anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R_jGuazzpaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rRbTiiHYeDI/s1600-h/DSCN1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R_jGuazzpaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rRbTiiHYeDI/s320/DSCN1637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186113471690024354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the cake.  The icing was too die for cream cheese, butter, chocolate melted with brewed coffee, and a little confectioners sugar.  I only put a couple tablespoons instead of the 3 cups that were called for because I want to taste the butter and cream cheese.  The cake itself was chocolate sheet cake with walnuts.  I don't see myself ever making it again because it was more complicated than it sounds and tasted boring.  Both of the recipes were from Joy of Cooking.  If someone forced me to make the cake again I would add coffee to the melted chocolate instead of water to add a little interest or depth to the very mild chocolate flavor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-8204161753756776318?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/8204161753756776318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=8204161753756776318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8204161753756776318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8204161753756776318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/04/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R_jGuqzzpbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/EobHjP4eMOU/s72-c/DSCN1640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-1394036665571715336</id><published>2008-02-25T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:40:34.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruffles Demystified</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R8N7934ZOrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0dxaPZe70Bo/s1600-h/DSCN1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R8N7934ZOrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0dxaPZe70Bo/s320/DSCN1610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171113100054182578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a list of sewing to-do projects that I am diligently working through.  One is a mini-dream project based on a super girly, ruffled laundry bag I saw in Blueprint magazine awhile back.  The real bag costs $40+ so obviously I have to make my own.  So I killed 1 1/2 birds with one stone this weekend.  I finally got the balls to try ruffles and marked off another project all at once.  This misshapen mess is my new scrap bag with my first prototype ruffles.  I didn't hem the raw edges because, hey, it is my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scrap bag&lt;/span&gt; and I was too lazy.  But the ruffles were actually quite simple I just maxed out my thread tension and stitch length and then quickly sewed a line up the edge of each extra long strip.  It looks a little cuter in real life but absolutely too huge for my one bedroom apartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-1394036665571715336?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/1394036665571715336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=1394036665571715336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/1394036665571715336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/1394036665571715336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/02/ruffles-demystified.html' title='Ruffles Demystified'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R8N7934ZOrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0dxaPZe70Bo/s72-c/DSCN1610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-7281425022985191283</id><published>2008-02-25T21:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:32:08.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Drawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R8N5wH4ZOqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2e67JrRJTGc/s1600-h/DSCN1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R8N5wH4ZOqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2e67JrRJTGc/s320/DSCN1620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171110664807725730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is mainly for my mom to see my progress on my current learn to draw program.  I am reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain&lt;/span&gt; and having pretty cool progress.  I am going through it pretty slow because it does take a lot of time to really sit down and do it because it is so hard.  And way scarier than it would seem to try to draw something.  But for me, drawing has been something that I was so "bad" at that I never wanted to try and fail.  So anyway, here is my second hand drawing on toned paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-7281425022985191283?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/7281425022985191283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=7281425022985191283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7281425022985191283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7281425022985191283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/02/hand-drawing.html' title='Hand Drawing'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R8N5wH4ZOqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2e67JrRJTGc/s72-c/DSCN1620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-1573598229243296797</id><published>2008-02-21T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:54:34.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R73W134ZOoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8peh160NsX8/s1600-h/DSCN1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R73W134ZOoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8peh160NsX8/s320/DSCN1605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169524168313092738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my version of the &lt;a href="http://machenmachen.wordpress.com/patterns/"&gt;Wasp Bag&lt;/a&gt; from this free pattern I found.  It worked like a charm (nearly).  And the bag is great.  Very roomy and comfortable.  Maybe it was just a good pattern but I really think my sewing skills have improved.  Making this felt like a special treat after the boring chore that the quilt became.  The yo-yo's were my own embellishment idea.  Currently, yo-yo's are my favorite thing. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R73W2n4ZOpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1xztg4AwK-I/s1600-h/DSCN1606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R73W2n4ZOpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1xztg4AwK-I/s320/DSCN1606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169524181197994642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-1573598229243296797?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/1573598229243296797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=1573598229243296797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/1573598229243296797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/1573598229243296797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-bag.html' title='New Bag'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R73W134ZOoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8peh160NsX8/s72-c/DSCN1605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-8292313266617445777</id><published>2008-02-18T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:40:50.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zippered Pouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R7pBmKimIXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YHoGFp5cn8w/s1600-h/DSCN1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R7pBmKimIXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YHoGFp5cn8w/s320/DSCN1604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168515646281359730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new purse in the works so as a little warm-up I made this new zippered pouch.  I designed the embroidery myself.  Can you tell?!  I find it entertaining, so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-8292313266617445777?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/8292313266617445777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=8292313266617445777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8292313266617445777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8292313266617445777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/02/zippered-pouch.html' title='Zippered Pouch'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R7pBmKimIXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YHoGFp5cn8w/s72-c/DSCN1604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-7228337975686690339</id><published>2008-02-16T15:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T16:03:00.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kansas Dugout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R7dPW6imIVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ll2aT0H7heM/s1600-h/DSCN1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R7dPW6imIVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ll2aT0H7heM/s320/DSCN1603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167686352521011538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my "official" quilt.  I took the pattern from a book of classic quilt patterns, the slip of paper I wrote the name on has been lost.  Also, I was too stingy to even cart it home for a night so I traced the shape of the dugout onto a tissue with a pencil during lunch one day.  Needless to say there were a few size issues and the perfect symetry thing didn't happen.  But I pretty much loathe those precise geometric quilts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go back to slapping together random shapes and hoping like hell that I have enough fabric because making the same block over and over again was tedious.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R7dPXaimIWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eQjPaJZve-w/s1600-h/DSCN1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R7dPXaimIWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eQjPaJZve-w/s320/DSCN1602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167686361110946146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-7228337975686690339?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/7228337975686690339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=7228337975686690339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7228337975686690339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7228337975686690339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/02/kansas-dugout.html' title='Kansas Dugout'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R7dPW6imIVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ll2aT0H7heM/s72-c/DSCN1603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-2217203938802873670</id><published>2008-01-14T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:52:05.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R4wDqEk4RvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4PN-cez_DZU/s1600-h/DSCN1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R4wDqEk4RvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4PN-cez_DZU/s320/DSCN1556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155499694750189298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lost but the meal was a real winner.  A spicy cheesy bean-y burrito that I found in a Racheal Ray Magazine.  Embarrassingly, I am a subscriber.  Her recipes are delicious so I won't apologize.  You don't have to be classy to make good food.  Anyway, the season is over and I am quite possibly the only person in Pittsburgh happy about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-2217203938802873670?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/2217203938802873670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=2217203938802873670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/2217203938802873670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/2217203938802873670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/01/final-game.html' title='Final Game'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R4wDqEk4RvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4PN-cez_DZU/s72-c/DSCN1556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-7665028110221293981</id><published>2008-01-02T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:38:48.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Belated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/gprrc/2007gutbuster.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to my race results in the Gutbuster on Thanksgiving.  I ran it by myself and it was hard.  Very hilly and muddy.  I finished in 44:26 which I was very happy about because my goal time was 45 minutes and I ended up walking more than I planned due to the steepness of the hills.  I am number 48 and my name is very misspelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have run out of steam on the Steelers Game Day meals.  Not so much we as me.  So we had pizzas the last two games.  They were delicious and amazing but there are no pictures.  Oh, well.   did make a New Year's Resolution to take 30 photos a week so I may post a picture of the play-off meal(s).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-7665028110221293981?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/7665028110221293981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=7665028110221293981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7665028110221293981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7665028110221293981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2008/01/much-belated.html' title='Much Belated'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-7926070812640746169</id><published>2007-12-20T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:46:41.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Games 13 and 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R2rwJ0k4RsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iE9d_Rg5SQA/s1600-h/DSCN1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R2rwJ0k4RsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iE9d_Rg5SQA/s320/DSCN1534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146189575747028674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roast chicken with homemade stuffing.  Only God knows if the chicken was completely cooked.  Making stuffing at home was really amazing for me.  It was -wake up in the middle of the night sweating and desperate- good.  I only hope no one ever catches me eating freshly made stuffing for breakfast in the dead heat of summer alone and rapturous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R2rwJUk4RrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/B9zZTI7qL7k/s1600-h/DSCN1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R2rwJUk4RrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/B9zZTI7qL7k/s320/DSCN1543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146189567157094066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Po' boys loosely adapted from &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;q=union+grill&amp;amp;near=Pittsburgh,+PA&amp;amp;fb=1&amp;amp;view=text&amp;amp;latlng=40444831,-79948707,9176415825519742059"&gt;this local restaurant&lt;/a&gt;'s Rich Boy sandwich.  Much garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R2rwKEk4RtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WtGnr6didrM/s1600-h/DSCN1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R2rwKEk4RtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WtGnr6didrM/s320/DSCN1545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146189580041995986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some cookies I was dying to make months ago but held off until Christmas when I was over it.  Honestly, the spirit of the season disappeared awhile ago but I sticking with my homemade plans.  The white stuff is homemade marshmallow for a sweet treat gift.  While making your own marshmallows is a fascinating science experiment it smells like hell and the knowledge of the ingredients is quite off putting.  I had Brandon taste them because I was absolutely disgusted by the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-7926070812640746169?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/7926070812640746169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=7926070812640746169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7926070812640746169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7926070812640746169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/12/games-13-and-14.html' title='Games 13 and 14'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R2rwJ0k4RsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iE9d_Rg5SQA/s72-c/DSCN1534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-1004903677949717158</id><published>2007-12-04T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:25:35.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Handmade Holidays So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XFPy0pk_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rUUFXxn2lQs/s1600-h/DSCN1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XFPy0pk_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rUUFXxn2lQs/s320/DSCN1519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140231424844600306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been diligently working on my homemade gifts.  The unicorn is for a work friend.  It took at least 10 hours longer than I anticipated.  I learned a few lessons mainly about myself.  I had to sort of call it quits even though the legs are still crooked and I had re-sewn (by hand no less) each one at least 3 times because I was afraid I wouldn't get to any of my other gifts and ruin Christmas with my obsessive repositioning.  I chose to make it first because I have wanted to make one ever since I saw a knitted unicorn in a book that we were sending back to the publisher.  There were are few attempts at drafting the pattern until my mom offered and made one in minutes that then took a week and a half on my end to complete.  But now my time is free for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XFQS0plAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5gA7iJgsU74/s1600-h/DSCN1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XFQS0plAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5gA7iJgsU74/s320/DSCN1521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140231433434534914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A needle book and matching pincushion for my boyfriend's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XFQi0plBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bf6S8EewdLo/s1600-h/DSCN1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XFQi0plBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bf6S8EewdLo/s320/DSCN1523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140231437729502226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A marker/pencil carrying roll for Brandon's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XFQy0plCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/42xXqQGChr4/s1600-h/DSCN1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XFQy0plCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/42xXqQGChr4/s320/DSCN1527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140231442024469538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ornaments on the tree and the fabric scrap garland that took too long and I quickly lost interest and Brandon finished in a real show of patience.  Ideally I want to add scraps every year until it is long enough to go all around the tree.  Also, what a crafty walk down memory lane it will be when I pull it out of storage every year!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XFRS0plDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aQrApdduoz8/s1600-h/DSCN1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XFRS0plDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/aQrApdduoz8/s320/DSCN1528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140231450614404146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-1004903677949717158?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/1004903677949717158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=1004903677949717158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/1004903677949717158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/1004903677949717158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/12/handmade-holidays-so-far.html' title='Handmade Holidays So Far'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XFPy0pk_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rUUFXxn2lQs/s72-c/DSCN1519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-3236287812034720710</id><published>2007-12-04T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:08:48.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Games 11 and 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XBZS0pk-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/6MWJydszwS8/s1600-h/DSCN1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XBZS0pk-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/6MWJydszwS8/s320/DSCN1516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140227190006846434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sausage Chili!  Five jalapenos!!  Even better the next day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XBTi0pk9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/tAllxdTZpJw/s1600-h/DSCN1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XBTi0pk9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/tAllxdTZpJw/s320/DSCN1517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140227091222598610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fish and Chips in honor of the beloved Steelers and Brandon's birthday.  I enthusiastically made this last year using a recipe from Jamie Oliver that instructed me to fry it in a gallon of vegetable oil.  It was terrifying but absolutely sublime.  After massively overeating and drinking too many champagne and Guinness cocktails (really more than 1/2 of one glass was overdoing it) I swore I would never do this again.  I am a worthless liar.  Except I did switch to a Joy of Cooking recipe that only called for 3 inches of oil and a much smaller pot.  If I could eat fried fish every day I would absolutely joyfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The team won each game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-3236287812034720710?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/3236287812034720710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=3236287812034720710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/3236287812034720710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/3236287812034720710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/12/sausage-chili-five-jalapenos-even.html' title='Games 11 and 12'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R1XBZS0pk-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/6MWJydszwS8/s72-c/DSCN1516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-7763586951302359037</id><published>2007-11-22T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T08:00:36.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently Made</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R0V9Z6Kc0nI/AAAAAAAAAHk/asortPb8tdo/s1600-h/DSCN1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R0V9Z6Kc0nI/AAAAAAAAAHk/asortPb8tdo/s320/DSCN1508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135648834149208690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to do a "homemade holiday" this year.  Which means I will sew or bake all the gifts.  As something to brag about it sounds like a good idea but in practise we shall see.  I am also making ornaments for our tree.  Unfortunately, it is a dreary day so there are no pictures.  Only this one of my newly recovered ironing board.  I felt silly when I finally discovered that you can make your own ironing board cover because I had been lamenting the price of store bought for months.  In a great bit of irony I did not iron (or wash now that I think about it) the fabric I used.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-7763586951302359037?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/7763586951302359037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=7763586951302359037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7763586951302359037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7763586951302359037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/11/recently-made.html' title='Recently Made'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R0V9Z6Kc0nI/AAAAAAAAAHk/asortPb8tdo/s72-c/DSCN1508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-4868249451643529552</id><published>2007-11-22T07:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T07:52:52.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Game 9 &amp; Game 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R0V7lqKc0mI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BPIvLK6sQd4/s1600-h/DSCN1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R0V7lqKc0mI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BPIvLK6sQd4/s320/DSCN1511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135646836989416034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow cooked barbecue ribs with lemony spinach and garlic cannellini bean mash. Obviously, the Steelers won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend (game 10) we were both busy and out of the house separately so there was no game day meal.  The subsequent loss solidified the belief that our meals and the successful making and eating of are the determining factor behind whether the Steelers win or lose.  Ridiculous?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-4868249451643529552?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/4868249451643529552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=4868249451643529552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/4868249451643529552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/4868249451643529552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/11/game-9.html' title='Game 9 &amp; Game 10'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/R0V7lqKc0mI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BPIvLK6sQd4/s72-c/DSCN1511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-7263817972866237618</id><published>2007-11-07T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T14:37:10.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>game 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RzITx94benI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UnhX45hMLVU/s1600-h/DSCN1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RzITx94benI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UnhX45hMLVU/s320/DSCN1497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130184674674178674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken of the Taverns by Amy Sedaris.  We have been eagerly looking forward to this meal.  It did not disappoint.  So buttery and yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-7263817972866237618?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/7263817972866237618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=7263817972866237618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7263817972866237618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7263817972866237618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/11/game-8.html' title='game 8'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RzITx94benI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UnhX45hMLVU/s72-c/DSCN1497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-4064016911028245774</id><published>2007-11-04T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T08:43:26.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ry3Mb94bemI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WWx5ZyFt3L0/s1600-h/DSCN1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ry3Mb94bemI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WWx5ZyFt3L0/s320/DSCN1493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128980331484641890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a jack o' lantern cake for a belated get together last night.  It was a burnt sugar cake from Joy (obviously) with cream cheese frosting.  The burnt sugar was a huge pain in the ass.  It took three tries and two different cooks to get it right and even then it was still a little runny.  We (i.e. Brandon.  After the caramel I was done with finicky stuff, plus he is an artiste.) only added a little sugar to the icing because the cake was quite sweet already.  The combination of deeply sweet cake and almost salty cream cheese frosting was perfect!  I would make this again just as a regular cake despite the 45 minute crystallized sugar ordeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-4064016911028245774?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/4064016911028245774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=4064016911028245774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/4064016911028245774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/4064016911028245774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/11/belated-halloween.html' title='Belated Halloween'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ry3Mb94bemI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WWx5ZyFt3L0/s72-c/DSCN1493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-8591149253799373753</id><published>2007-11-04T08:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T08:33:20.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Games 4 &amp; 6, 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ry3J7t4belI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gz8XcLteNCo/s1600-h/DSCN1470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ry3J7t4belI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gz8XcLteNCo/s320/DSCN1470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128977578410605138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to make our own pasta for spaghetti and meatballs.  I had memories of this being a difficult but ultimately rewarding experience.  Not so.  We argued.  The Steelers played poorly and the noodles were tough and uncooperative with the rest of the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stricken with a mystery virus so there are no photos of the tasty nachos from game 5.  Beans, salsa, cheese, enormous pile of chips.  Oh, and the latest craze in our kitchen: canned pickled jalapenos.  For some reason there are carrots in there too but they are too hot for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ry3J6d4bejI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DSNhUeeIseQ/s1600-h/DSCN1477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ry3J6d4bejI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DSNhUeeIseQ/s320/DSCN1477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128977556935768626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandon's pot roast with sweet and regular potatoes.  Another lesson learned: don't just sit around drinking beer while it half dries out in the oven.  Still, the bottom part that cooked in the beer and mushroom stock was melty and  delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ry3J7d4bekI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RPS_XuYqFXc/s1600-h/DSCN1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ry3J7d4bekI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RPS_XuYqFXc/s320/DSCN1486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128977574115637826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bacon Cheese Fries.  At home.  There goes my waistline!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-8591149253799373753?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/8591149253799373753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=8591149253799373753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8591149253799373753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8591149253799373753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='Games 4 &amp; 6, 7'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ry3J7t4belI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gz8XcLteNCo/s72-c/DSCN1470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-7718040600413534822</id><published>2007-09-27T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:28:29.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Games 2 and 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RvxYSN8z5mI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_VMo6hSytsw/s1600-h/DSCN1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RvxYSN8z5mI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_VMo6hSytsw/s320/DSCN1457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115060346791650914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hash Browns, Sausages on soft white buns with Brandon's Family's Sounds-Gross-Until-You-Try-It Peppers and Ketchup sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RvxYR98z5lI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nS2-dcCmMeU/s1600-h/DSCN1468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RvxYR98z5lI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nS2-dcCmMeU/s320/DSCN1468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115060342496683602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tacos with taco meat which I was always very wary of as a child because it is so dark colored and trashy people seem to really like it.  I still prefer beans but for the Steelers I will eat "taco-spiced meat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-7718040600413534822?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/7718040600413534822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=7718040600413534822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7718040600413534822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7718040600413534822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/09/games-2-and-3.html' title='Games 2 and 3'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RvxYSN8z5mI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_VMo6hSytsw/s72-c/DSCN1457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-1558886546064124774</id><published>2007-09-09T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:12:55.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A 5K!</title><content type='html'>We ran the &lt;a href="http://www.gplc.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GPLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5k today.  It was the first race I've ever been to and I was relieved to find that I could keep up relatively well.  We ran it in 33:30!  I was worried I wouldn't even be able to finish, which was ridiculous because I have been running (slowly) for a few months, so I was very happy to run a 10+ minute mile.  The next race I hope to do is the &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/gprrc/2007_schedule.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gutbuster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt; won so the whole household is happy today.  Below is the  first game day meal.   More to come. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RuRu1RkIFeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Kv492lmHRZw/s1600-h/DSCN1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RuRu1RkIFeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Kv492lmHRZw/s320/DSCN1445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108329738872034786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-1558886546064124774?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/1558886546064124774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=1558886546064124774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/1558886546064124774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/1558886546064124774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/09/5k.html' title='A 5K!'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RuRu1RkIFeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Kv492lmHRZw/s72-c/DSCN1445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-3022967352585693361</id><published>2007-08-21T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:13:53.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I began my house search.  Some of the houses were pretty nice.  A couple were pretty gross.  All in all I was really happy with the day. &lt;a href="http://www.howardhanna.com/apps/propertysearch/homes/index.cfm?search_LN=684368&amp;MLSType=WPML&amp;amp;action=detail"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; used to be a grocery store.  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-3022967352585693361?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/3022967352585693361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=3022967352585693361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/3022967352585693361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/3022967352585693361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/08/house-hunting.html' title='House Hunting'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-6044675647442105981</id><published>2007-08-14T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:28:49.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Blooms!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RsJWv0IcV_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/_dFaBBQvIdg/s1600-h/DSCN1238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RsJWv0IcV_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/_dFaBBQvIdg/s320/DSCN1238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098733107584718834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer my night blooming cereus had three blooms.  I am so proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-6044675647442105981?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/6044675647442105981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=6044675647442105981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/6044675647442105981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/6044675647442105981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/08/three-blooms.html' title='Three Blooms!'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RsJWv0IcV_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/_dFaBBQvIdg/s72-c/DSCN1238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-3256060980939127377</id><published>2007-08-12T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:11:00.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rr9M6kIcV-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/TNzbIDy3rLM/s1600-h/DSCN1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rr9M6kIcV-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/TNzbIDy3rLM/s320/DSCN1235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097877872221902818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing tote bags in the stores this weekend that were too expensive and not exactly what i would want anyway I made this.  I have yet to produce something that really lives up to my expectations.  This bag ended up being a little too grandma for me but hey, I can't run from it forever so I might as well just accept that I'm a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doll quilt fell victim to the heat wave.  If the weather stays nice I intend to get back to it.  I have been pretty excited to try the hand stitched binding again.  Such satisfaction!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-3256060980939127377?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/3256060980939127377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=3256060980939127377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/3256060980939127377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/3256060980939127377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/08/another.html' title='Another'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rr9M6kIcV-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/TNzbIDy3rLM/s72-c/DSCN1235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-8109118573932373986</id><published>2007-07-06T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:42:51.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ro6bEiDE6TI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rRAMjM1_ylw/s1600-h/DSCN1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ro6bEiDE6TI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rRAMjM1_ylw/s320/DSCN1229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084171531509360946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the quilt I promised myself I'd never make.  Now I intend to begin piecing together the baby and doll quilts that I "really meant it" when I said I'd never make.  The hand stitched binding that so terrified me ended up being the most satisfying to sew.  All the crap I got from my elders about challenges being the most rewarding experiences turns out to be true.  Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ro6bEyDE6UI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jhkYWnVA5ig/s1600-h/DSCN1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ro6bEyDE6UI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jhkYWnVA5ig/s320/DSCN1228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084171535804328258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-8109118573932373986?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/8109118573932373986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=8109118573932373986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8109118573932373986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8109118573932373986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/07/quilt.html' title='Quilt'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ro6bEiDE6TI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rRAMjM1_ylw/s72-c/DSCN1229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-6177870219471277138</id><published>2007-06-21T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T06:42:12.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cake day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rnpj_FPQZCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/t-rNhLsolxQ/s1600-h/DSCN1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rnpj_FPQZCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/t-rNhLsolxQ/s320/DSCN1191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078481465202730018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate cake with peanut butter icing.  Luckily the homemade look is all the rage these days.  Linder balls as adornment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-6177870219471277138?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/6177870219471277138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=6177870219471277138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/6177870219471277138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/6177870219471277138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/06/cake-day-2.html' title='cake day 2'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rnpj_FPQZCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/t-rNhLsolxQ/s72-c/DSCN1191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-6965961812325082227</id><published>2007-06-19T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T14:48:07.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>makin' stuff</title><content type='html'>So I have a really gorgeous new sewing machine.  Here are some pictures of things I have recently made.  Of course, I told myself when I started sewing again that I was not going to start making toys or quilts.  Obviously, I am now working on a real quilt, not just a cover for an existing blanket, but a true quilted quilt and the pictures are of useless half mangled toys. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rngyp1PQZAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bDHxbYQQ3Gw/s1600-h/DSCN1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rngyp1PQZAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bDHxbYQQ3Gw/s320/DSCN1185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077864274107327490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giraffe is a particular hit around the house.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RngyqlPQZBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/k65WkBXwkQ4/s1600-h/DSCN1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RngyqlPQZBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/k65WkBXwkQ4/s320/DSCN1186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077864286992229394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-6965961812325082227?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/6965961812325082227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=6965961812325082227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/6965961812325082227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/6965961812325082227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/06/makin-stuff.html' title='makin&apos; stuff'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rngyp1PQZAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bDHxbYQQ3Gw/s72-c/DSCN1185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-4999712884530079462</id><published>2007-04-30T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:46:06.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>curried carrots</title><content type='html'>The weekly menu planning is such a great success!  We were making our list tonight and looking over all of April and were pleased to discover that each week was more enjoyable than the previous.  Now we plan a "special" friday night dinner.  Last week was spaghetti and meatballs.  We were bursting!  Brandon seems to be in charge of the ideas for the exciting meals.  This week he has taken on a very ambitious menu. Pierogies (homemade) and some manner of cabbage dish.  Another reason to anxiously await fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RjaptoewcZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0neETLjvrUQ/s1600-h/DSCN0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RjaptoewcZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0neETLjvrUQ/s320/DSCN0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059417832822960530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had another run in with a not quite right Martha Stewart recipe.  The Curry Chicken with Carrots and Lime Rice from the most recent Good Cooking magazine.  I used half the chicken and carrots but the full tablespoon of curry powder and it was still sort of bland.  The pictures in her recipes always get me but then the flavor falls short.  Of course, we are having it again this week because the carrots were awesome.  Roasted in chicken fat with curry and then doused with lime juice right out of the oven.  I am just going to amp up the chicken somehow.  Probably just with some salt or a long roasting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-4999712884530079462?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/4999712884530079462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=4999712884530079462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/4999712884530079462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/4999712884530079462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/04/curried-carrots.html' title='curried carrots'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RjaptoewcZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0neETLjvrUQ/s72-c/DSCN0901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-2783512800136789979</id><published>2007-04-18T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T08:26:02.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Day</title><content type='html'>After a frenzied hiatus, we have gotten back to cooking and planning ahead.  The ham and 2 huge plates of homemade candies at Easter destroyed my will power for a while.  Luckily, Brandon made Chicken of the Taverns from Amy Sedaris' book and it was so amazingly good that I realized that home cooking can in fact still satisfy my insane cravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note on Amy Sedaris' book &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Like You.  &lt;/span&gt;It is definitely funny but there is much more to it than the humor.  I think it is a genuinely good, interesting cookbook/entertaining manual.  The huge corporate bookstore I work for insists on shelving it in the humor section with books that have pictures of cats doing funny things and books collecting all the Dilbert comic strips.  I love those books just as much but I think it is a disservice to the customers and to Amy Sedaris to have her book pigeonholed.  There are plenty of cookbook collectors who are missing out and probably just as many humor nerds who just think her book is a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a kid I work with recently organized a "Cake Day" because everyone I work with loves cake.  I brought a Nigella Lawson's Mother in Law Madeira Cake.  It is my favorite "adult" dessert.  A lemon cake with no icing just a hard sugary crust.  I always feel very grown-up eating it.  One of the older women who really seems to have her life together (because she always looks put together and has a husband who really pays the bills so she can just have a sort of hobby job) said it was very good.  Embarrassingly, hers was the only opinion I wanted to hear.  I hope I get over this wanting to be taken care of phase because I never used to want to be a woman whose husband paid the bills while I just cooked and indulged myself in hobbies.  Honestly, I don't know anything about her life or their set-up but it would be nice to not be panicked about money and the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RiYcSrJZIfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NXuo0Fpx8-w/s1600-h/DSCN0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RiYcSrJZIfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NXuo0Fpx8-w/s320/DSCN0878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054758738915303922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-2783512800136789979?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/2783512800136789979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=2783512800136789979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/2783512800136789979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/2783512800136789979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/04/cake-day.html' title='Cake Day'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RiYcSrJZIfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NXuo0Fpx8-w/s72-c/DSCN0878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-9157112261217373544</id><published>2007-03-27T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:11:56.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sloppy! Joe!</title><content type='html'>I grew up in a pretty healthy house.  We ate vegetables and tofu.  We didn't have salt and my parents are probably still using the same sugar from 1982.  The cooking certainly wasn't amazing but I was also healthy and at a normal weight and also still had a future.  But now I am grown up and can do what I want which translates into sloppy joe sandwiches for dinner and then lunch and possible lunch again tomorrow.  I console myself with "at least it was homemade, not canned (yet!)"  Even if it was, sloppy joes at home is quite possibly the best thing ever.  I had chips with it too but just couldn't bring myself to photograph that part because there is still a tiny voice inside me saying, No!  Stop!  Don't eat that too!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RgnAmYDatxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZoTUjIj2upA/s1600-h/DSCN0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RgnAmYDatxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZoTUjIj2upA/s320/DSCN0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046776622969698066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-9157112261217373544?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/9157112261217373544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=9157112261217373544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/9157112261217373544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/9157112261217373544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/03/sloppy-joe.html' title='Sloppy! Joe!'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RgnAmYDatxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZoTUjIj2upA/s72-c/DSCN0866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-2912469148170699917</id><published>2007-03-18T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T10:27:36.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rf1aV_WZ8zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6RLfntLVswc/s1600-h/DSCN0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rf1aV_WZ8zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6RLfntLVswc/s320/DSCN0816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043286491553985330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheperd's Pie.  Not nearly as good or exciting as I thought it would be.  Many stomach pains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-2912469148170699917?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/2912469148170699917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=2912469148170699917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/2912469148170699917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/2912469148170699917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/03/st-patricks.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rf1aV_WZ8zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6RLfntLVswc/s72-c/DSCN0816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-6508758069279961279</id><published>2007-03-18T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T07:34:55.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicoise</title><content type='html'>One of the restaurants I worked in served a salmon nicoise.  I always wanted to eat it but never did.  We weren't allow to eat or even buy the food at work or after our shift unless we changed clothes and came in a "real" customer.  I still have a lot of unresolved anger over that.  But anyway.  I finally got the chance to have a nicoise earlier this week.  I worked late so my boyfriend made it and it was ready when I came home.  Then suddenly I was having one of those mind blown open oh! I am older and now I understand moments that your parents insist will happen.  No wonder all the customers complained about the nicoise at work.  It was almost completely unlike the nicoise on my table at home.  Instead of potatoes it had angel hair pasta, and tons of red onions, no green beans, a mustard less dressing or maybe no dressing at all, no greens of any kind, and barely any salmon (to be fair mine didn't either it was tuna).  I felt a twinge of guilt over mocking the complaining customers, but I still maintain that you are responsible for reading the menu before the food comes.  Our homemade nicoise was tasty.  I ate too many olives and woke up puffy the next morning.  And I still have a deep craving for the pasta nicoise at my former job. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rf0xsvWZ8yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/giYsMpSklpY/s1600-h/DSCN0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rf0xsvWZ8yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/giYsMpSklpY/s320/DSCN0813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043241802419270434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was from Joy of Cooking (obviously).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-6508758069279961279?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/6508758069279961279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=6508758069279961279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/6508758069279961279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/6508758069279961279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/03/nicoise.html' title='Nicoise'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rf0xsvWZ8yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/giYsMpSklpY/s72-c/DSCN0813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-7399065146297939150</id><published>2007-03-10T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:21:24.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Portions of Pain</title><content type='html'>So I have been trying to eat the correct portion sizes lately.  It is a pretty terrifying experience so far.  I read a whole book about it at work the other day.  The book was mostly photographs of the huge amount of food I am used to with tiny bits taken out to show how much I should be eating.  We went out to eat last night and I held the palm of my hand against my sandwich and felt very sad.  I was already totally starving from my properly portioned lunch.  I survived the dinner.  I comforted myself with the fact that I was going to have my leftovers for breakfast.  Which I did (I even got up early in my excitement) and was surprised that it was too much for me to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had the always delicious lentils, rice, and caramelized onions from Deborah Madison's Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RfN1l_WZ8xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/q81tLcqeR2I/s1600-h/DSCN0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RfN1l_WZ8xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/q81tLcqeR2I/s320/DSCN0731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040501703478735634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-7399065146297939150?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/7399065146297939150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=7399065146297939150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7399065146297939150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7399065146297939150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/03/portions-of-pain.html' title='Portions of Pain'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RfN1l_WZ8xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/q81tLcqeR2I/s72-c/DSCN0731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-3007131742012188391</id><published>2007-03-03T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T12:21:28.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fried fish, beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RemuTHv4v6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/HtuWWyw6Jck/s1600-h/DSCN0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RemuTHv4v6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/HtuWWyw6Jck/s320/DSCN0685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037749301711257506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not together but separately.  I love them both very much.  However, my love for fried fish and everything else fried and really, if I'm being honest, every other type of food has more than caught up with me so that I have gained a lot of weight.  I even bought a scale to prove it to myself every time I walk into the bathroom.  So the fish was a bad choice of food but the beans were not.  White beans dressed with red wine vinegar, a bit of extra virgin olive oil, and mixed with chopped onion and some tuna.  Spinach was what I had to fill it out.  It really was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RemuSnv4v5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Dtv8IrRttm4/s1600-h/DSCN0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RemuSnv4v5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Dtv8IrRttm4/s320/DSCN0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037749293121322898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just started reading Mrs. Beeton's Household Management (abridged) and came across this intriguing recipe:  toast sandwich.  A piece of toast between slices of buttered bread.  A favorite among the invalids.  No wonder they couldn't get out of bed.  It is an amazing book.  Apparently it is the much overlooked culinary/house keeping classic, but also a fantastic feat of organization and writing.  Hopefully that is true and reading it will make up for all the crap mystery novels I have been devouring lately&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-3007131742012188391?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/3007131742012188391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=3007131742012188391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/3007131742012188391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/3007131742012188391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/03/fried-fish-beans.html' title='fried fish, beans'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RemuTHv4v6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/HtuWWyw6Jck/s72-c/DSCN0685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-5917713910541230712</id><published>2007-02-25T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T08:59:09.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/ReGVrb7hN3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/l8NJCksS3VI/s1600-h/DSCN0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/ReGVrb7hN3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/l8NJCksS3VI/s320/DSCN0681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035470431841236850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been searching for a new bag for awhile because my current one isn't quite big enough to carry my lunch to work and I never have room for my new digital camera either.  So I stumbled across &lt;a href="http://tinyhappy.typepad.com/tiny_happy/2006/06/shoulder_bag_tu.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tinyhappy's&lt;/span&gt; shoulder bag tutorial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ran out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JoAnn's&lt;/span&gt; as fast as I could.  Her pattern was really easy and the bag looks great!  I added a padded camera pocket so I can always have it with me without worrying.  I am excited to start using it!   I want to make more!  Send me your orders!  I may start offering it in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;etsy&lt;/span&gt; store and maybe someone will finally buy something from me.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/ReGVrr7hN4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/7z8F5RQoA5Y/s1600-h/DSCN0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/ReGVrr7hN4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/7z8F5RQoA5Y/s320/DSCN0683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035470436136204162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-5917713910541230712?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/5917713910541230712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=5917713910541230712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5917713910541230712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5917713910541230712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-bag.html' title='New bag'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/ReGVrb7hN3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/l8NJCksS3VI/s72-c/DSCN0681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-4038712875515327324</id><published>2007-02-25T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T08:49:43.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Splits For Breakfast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/ReGT6b7hN2I/AAAAAAAAADs/6bELGi8C_xM/s1600-h/DSCN0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/ReGT6b7hN2I/AAAAAAAAADs/6bELGi8C_xM/s320/DSCN0640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035468490516019042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read parts of the Biggest Loser Cookbook during a slow time at work the other day and discovered a real gem.  A healthy banana split.  Peanut butter spread on banana with yogurt and granola.  The recipe called for all low-fat/no-fat ingredients and probably fruit instead of granola but this was super tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/ReGTpr7hN0I/AAAAAAAAADc/aUjjl3BfrRY/s1600-h/DSCN0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/ReGTpr7hN0I/AAAAAAAAADc/aUjjl3BfrRY/s320/DSCN0680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035468202753210178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday we had a very ambitious day planned on our menu: home-cooked bbq ribs.  Brandon ended up making the whole meal because I was in the middle of a sewing fit (see above) and he did a great job.  Classic American potato salad with mayo and mustard, barbecue ribs just falling off the bone in a homemade barbecue sauce with fresh ginger and lemon, and more homemade rolls (still somehow really salty!  we are just learning about baking!), as well as the last minute addition of spinach sauteed with garlic to balance out some of the heaviness.  Everything came out of Joy of Cooking and seemed to be pretty easy.  I have no idea how I survived before getting this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-4038712875515327324?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/4038712875515327324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=4038712875515327324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/4038712875515327324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/4038712875515327324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/02/banana-splits-for-breakfast.html' title='Banana Splits For Breakfast!'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/ReGT6b7hN2I/AAAAAAAAADs/6bELGi8C_xM/s72-c/DSCN0640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-7233269977310322379</id><published>2007-02-11T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:04:09.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>udon: no longer scary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rc-yLUPL9XI/AAAAAAAAADM/OBk99iQErsc/s1600-h/DSCN0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rc-yLUPL9XI/AAAAAAAAADM/OBk99iQErsc/s320/DSCN0464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030435216276845938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I had udon noodles in a Chinese restaurant in Akron, Ohio.  They were enormous, slimy, and cold.  Everyone at the table (including adults with food experience) agreed that they were disgusting.  I hoped to get over this trauma when I bought a package of dried udon a while ago.  Finally, the other night I had this meal.  Very simple flavored with soy sauce and equal parts minced garlic and ginger.  These were so delicious.  The meal reminded me of ramen noodles but I didn't feel awful afterward.  I can't wait to make this again.  I almost wish I was a waitress again so I could come home late and tired and fry up a pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rc-yK0PL9WI/AAAAAAAAADE/uhgWovT7tK0/s1600-h/DSCN0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rc-yK0PL9WI/AAAAAAAAADE/uhgWovT7tK0/s320/DSCN0474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030435207686911330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight was a caeser ( I believe that was how Joy of Cooking spelled it) salad.  No raw eggs, no creamy mayonnaise.  All marvelous.  Joy of Cooking is my new favorite cookbook.  Every recipe works.  The authors never preach.  There is never any shame or horror when the meal is finished.  No stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-7233269977310322379?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/7233269977310322379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=7233269977310322379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7233269977310322379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7233269977310322379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/02/udon-no-longer-scary.html' title='udon: no longer scary'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rc-yLUPL9XI/AAAAAAAAADM/OBk99iQErsc/s72-c/DSCN0464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-5193222019302061983</id><published>2007-02-06T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:04:09.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the winter of salty biscuits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rckyv5SvcvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/55aLmdf5M6o/s1600-h/DSCN0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rckyv5SvcvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/55aLmdf5M6o/s320/DSCN0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028606257350537970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been having a lot of biscuits.  I love biscuits but really how many should a person really have?  This stew was loosely based on the Barefoot Contessa's.  Recently I became my mother and since then I have been unable to actually complete a recipe in it's entirety without major trauma.  Resulting in meals that do taste delicious but look unappetizingly monotone or somehow not quite right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu planning is getting easier and gives me a real sense of accomplishment which is lacking in some other aspects of my life.  As challenging as it is to move Hannah Montana books around the front of store displays I would like something more. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RckyvZSvcuI/AAAAAAAAACs/JXeCcLg_54w/s1600-h/DSCN0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RckyvZSvcuI/AAAAAAAAACs/JXeCcLg_54w/s320/DSCN0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028606248760603362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon's new specialty is stuffed peppers.  I always thought it was sort of grocery store deli food but now I like them.  If you don't look at all the cheese it is probably even pretty healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-5193222019302061983?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/5193222019302061983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=5193222019302061983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5193222019302061983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/5193222019302061983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/02/winter-of-salty-biscuits.html' title='the winter of salty biscuits'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Rckyv5SvcvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/55aLmdf5M6o/s72-c/DSCN0460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-6064080558333521251</id><published>2007-01-27T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:32:54.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tofu with peanut sauce</title><content type='html'>When planning a week's menu and trying to stick to it do not leave the untested unfamiliar meals for the end of the week.  We made this mistake and ended up being too tired and going out to eat and spending too much money.  This tofu meal was the last we made and we only made it by the skin of our teeth.  Tofu is new to my kitchen even though I grew up eating it.  This was a very good filling meal but I felt unsatisfied because I had dreamt of pizza all day.  The peanut sauce was homemade!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RbtGVFPiIDI/AAAAAAAAACg/yYGSupGa3kY/s1600-h/DSCN0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RbtGVFPiIDI/AAAAAAAAACg/yYGSupGa3kY/s320/DSCN0403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024687137260445746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-6064080558333521251?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/6064080558333521251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=6064080558333521251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/6064080558333521251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/6064080558333521251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/01/tofu-with-peanut-sauce.html' title='tofu with peanut sauce'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RbtGVFPiIDI/AAAAAAAAACg/yYGSupGa3kY/s72-c/DSCN0403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-8608617403941219953</id><published>2007-01-24T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:22:59.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend pancakes</title><content type='html'>We have started a weekly planned menu.  Written out with holiday specific decorations just like the ones in elementary school.  It was very difficult.  Not quite gut wrenching but much harder than it should have been for two people who enjoy cooking and eating and rarely disagree.  However, it is the most comforting thing to know what is for dinner ahead of time.  So far we haven't had to order pizza in a panic or eat out at all.  We only planned dinners so the pancakes were impromptu (having the ingredients for a week's worth of dinners has so many perks!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RbfNyVPiICI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2X25O2y53Vg/s1600-h/DSCN0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RbfNyVPiICI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2X25O2y53Vg/s320/DSCN0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023710173934526498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pasta was day 4 of the menu.  It is a remembering of Jamie Oliver's "Workin' Girl Pasta."  Feel good food. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RbfNx1PiIBI/AAAAAAAAACI/oLstNiAJ3u4/s1600-h/DSCN0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RbfNx1PiIBI/AAAAAAAAACI/oLstNiAJ3u4/s320/DSCN0385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023710165344591890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-8608617403941219953?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/8608617403941219953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=8608617403941219953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8608617403941219953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/8608617403941219953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekend-pancakes.html' title='weekend pancakes'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RbfNyVPiICI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2X25O2y53Vg/s72-c/DSCN0381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-6026027931576852854</id><published>2007-01-20T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:53:11.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect strawberries, homemade tater tots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RbLUnVPiH9I/AAAAAAAAABY/w8B_wssPrXk/s1600-h/DSCN0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RbLUnVPiH9I/AAAAAAAAABY/w8B_wssPrXk/s320/DSCN0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022310306653806546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally a successful trip to the grocery.  A truly thought out list, though often too impossible to create, makes life so much easier.  The "sale fruit" ended up being winter strawberries that  were perfectly sweet all the way through.  Not one tart berry in the entire container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day off and an opportune story about a boy nicknamed Tater  produced the greasy pile of homemade tater tots.  They  were one  hundred percent more wonderful than the store bought variety.  If I can find a way to make them without the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RbLUn1PiH-I/AAAAAAAAABg/euHii3I9Q38/s1600-h/DSCN0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RbLUn1PiH-I/AAAAAAAAABg/euHii3I9Q38/s320/DSCN0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022310315243741154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;house reeking of oil (not to mention cutting out some of the fat from a diet perspective) I will make them all the time.  They were just as easy to make as mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RbLUolPiIAI/AAAAAAAAABw/lmQcZ-bUE-c/s1600-h/DSCN0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RbLUolPiIAI/AAAAAAAAABw/lmQcZ-bUE-c/s320/DSCN0354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022310328128643074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I finally attempted to make tomato soup.  Better tasting than canned, just as easy, and much fewer terrible ingredients.  Another successful &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joy of Cooking&lt;/span&gt; recipe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-6026027931576852854?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/6026027931576852854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=6026027931576852854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/6026027931576852854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/6026027931576852854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/01/perfect-strawberries-homemade-tater.html' title='perfect strawberries, homemade tater tots'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RbLUnVPiH9I/AAAAAAAAABY/w8B_wssPrXk/s72-c/DSCN0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-133395477379964251</id><published>2007-01-18T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T17:54:14.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bratwurst, apples, onions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ra_6hFPiH8I/AAAAAAAAABI/kn4fEkat0dU/s1600-h/DSCN0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ra_6hFPiH8I/AAAAAAAAABI/kn4fEkat0dU/s320/DSCN0340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021507555791347650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's dinner was a weekday success.  Even though I was too last minute to brown the sausage and it had an eerie 70's look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-133395477379964251?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/133395477379964251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=133395477379964251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/133395477379964251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/133395477379964251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/01/bratwurst-apples-onions.html' title='bratwurst, apples, onions'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/Ra_6hFPiH8I/AAAAAAAAABI/kn4fEkat0dU/s72-c/DSCN0340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364241697544274649.post-7868614980426593596</id><published>2007-01-14T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:47:46.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i like reading books but not selling them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RarKx1PiH4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/8-stdXV6L-g/s1600-h/DSCN0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RarKx1PiH4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/8-stdXV6L-g/s320/DSCN0279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020047692112469890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had spaghetti with meat sauce.  It was salty and I couldn't eat myself into a coma as I had planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RarKyVPiH6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/R4mbhQZtkGQ/s1600-h/DSCN0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RarKyVPiH6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/R4mbhQZtkGQ/s320/DSCN0243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020047700702404514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My begonia is going to bloom and causing quite the stir as it is so healthy and robust.  I am capable of growing african violets and now begonias.  I also have a fern that is miraculously still alive, thanks entirely to the miniature aquarium I found in the dumpster behind my boyfriend's old apartment building.  The aquarium's name is Rusky the Dog.  Really.  It came that way.  I have many anxious thoughts about when the fern grows too big for the aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RarPBFPiH7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/oCr-pLu6GEM/s1600-h/DSCN0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RarPBFPiH7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/oCr-pLu6GEM/s320/DSCN0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020052352151986098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, I have successfully entered the world of baking.  These are some muffins in reusable silicon cups that I received for christmas.  The muffins were really good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6364241697544274649-7868614980426593596?l=fookinbloogin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/feeds/7868614980426593596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6364241697544274649&amp;postID=7868614980426593596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7868614980426593596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364241697544274649/posts/default/7868614980426593596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fookinbloogin.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-like-reading-books-but-not-selling.html' title='i like reading books but not selling them.'/><author><name>natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033953255654576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RDk_h9TSyPI/TZdCPQQeryI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YLJmE6efkxQ/s220/dad%2Bbarn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qohdODi3HA4/RarKx1PiH4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/8-stdXV6L-g/s72-c/DSCN0279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
