It's overcast, snowing and a very nice day. Love this kind of cold because it doesn't hurt, says the indoor baker with nowhere to be.
At any rate, here are the knuckles I just finished for the pups. I can't stand the smell of them in my oven, so I grill these babies outside, in a big heavy cast iron. Before that, I roasted them in a foil-lined hog pan, but decided to use the hog pan as a toy bucket.
Below are the finished knuckles and marrow bones. Far less expensive than Tractor Supply (or overly-priced pet stores). Instead, I make these at home, from local beef.
And that, my Boogerbutts, about wraps it up for me. Back to making my lab allergy-free, which today, is going very flippin' well. I didn't want to be a food allergy writer, but between last night's dairy-free caramel success and this morning, I've counted to ten and made my peace.
I'm gonna play, write, test and rewrite. So take that snot-filled dairy allergy. You can suck it.
NOTE: Consult your vet. As some dogs have sensitive bellies, and cannot handle these goodies.
Not only did I get knuckles for the pups (the butcher was out of marrow bones), but earlier today, I found organic coconut flour for a killer price.
So I'm standing in the isle, smelling my treasured bag of coconut flour and boom, a cookie formula writes itself.
Then on the ride home just now, I wrote another cookie formula in my head. The second one has bananas and chocolate and coconut and, and oh my gosh when will it be tomorrow? Because I don't wanna do no stinkin' chores today.
I wanna bake.
But no, I'll finish dish and clean the crappers. That way tomorrow can be a full lab day. Muhahaha.
1004 posts today, right now, pretty cool, blogging is so fun, thanks bunches for reading, you're the best Boogerbutts, ever.
I'm not sure that's supposed to be one sentence, but being that this here is my blog, I'm gonna make it so.
In other news, last night I redid our bottom freezer with NEW boxes. I flippin' love it. The bottom boxes are all ingredients. The top area and side door will be for Frankenberry (Hubby), Wiggy and Bug. Now I know Wiggy and Bug can't open the freezer, but Frankeberry does okay most of the time.
I'm having whack-a-do throat and nose reactions to all cheese, double cream and butter. I can't eat any of it, without a box of tissues. And the smells ...
Today, I made Tim's lunch with cheese. Phew. So Stinky.
So for the next 44 days I'm off all dairy. Which bummed me out, at first. But after already feeling better, coupled with the stinky smell, I'm good to go.
Take the cheese, take the butter, just get it the heck away from me, PLEASE.
Now for the Friday Question bits. Do you have food allergies? If so, what ones?
Someone told me that wheat was coming for me next. I hope not but if it does, then I'll learn new baking. Because it sure beats feeling all whack-a-do.
And now, my lovely Boogerbutts, I'm off to finish working on this one cabinet area that holds the food storage containers. It's a constant battle because I love storage containers, and my storage area doesn't love me.
After that, I'm going to enjoy another fun 1.2 star Christmas movie and a nice big cuppa something dairy-free. That's right. I'm living wild over here.
So much going on at home today. But first, dig my new Christmas banner. Made it last night. I flippin' love my tablet. Best Halloween gift, ever.
As for today, I just finished staple and fold duty for Tim's zine. Now we're ready to ship. So fun. Makes me want to write and publish my own food zine.
Also today, there's a cauldron of chicken stock simmering away, as I stay home waiting for Santa's helper to drop off a few packages. Tim said I'm not to shake them but being the brat that I am, I'm going to send him pictures and tell him that I shook them, anyway.
He'll love it.
Meanwhile right now, I'm done with the major chores and off to make chicken men biscuits for the pups. Boy do those girls got it good. But then again, so do I.
After lots of shopping, and very little money spent, I stopped into the doughnut shoppe for a little hot chocolate and bagel lunch.
I had the choice to go to the shoppe downtown where the food was better, or stay here on the hill, where the food isn't as good but the seating is fantastic.
For me, better seating won because I want to sit here, fart around on my tablet and sip my crappy little cuppa hot chocolate. As I write to you now, I'm tucked in a corner nook, tip tappin' my happy little fingers, away.
Check out the rolls I made last night, before bed. I wanted to have them for breakfast today. Good golly, they rocked.
Meanwhile, it's noon on Saturday and we're both still in our jams. Headed to Barnes if we can get our rears in gear.
Neither of us are moving fast. Tim is working on his gaming stuff and I'm writing to you. In my jams. At my desk.
Might break out the sewing machine if he's gonna keep writing. Still haven't sewn any napkins yet. Somehow, I ended up in the lab last night, breaking down a big ass pumpkin. Cooked and baked several ways. We're talking pumpkins up the wazoo. More on that another day.
Time to get serious, as I've been resting (goofing off), all ding dong day long. Yeppers. The only thing I did today was draw cartoons. Watch 1.2 star Christmas movies, wash sheets (that Wiggy upchucked on this morning), and cleaned poo from the yard (not the bed).
That was my day.
Oh totally forgot, I also made chicken stock. Now the house has a weird smell better left to the imagination.
But on the bright side, the herb and spice cabinet that I redid earlier this week, is fantastic. I went in there today to get my chicken stock herbs, and that cupboard is heaven.
Heaven, I say. Heaven.
Meanwhile, it took until this moment to realize that the additional vomit odor is coming from my jammies.