Cyborg Name Generator

Thanks to Dagoth for this one!

In the South, You Can Fry Anything

I think I clarified a little while back that I make a poor southerner...please see my "confession" if you have any doubts. On the list of things that southerners are supposed to be renowned for is the obsession with frying, especially deep frying, well, pretty much anything. I confess, I love fried chicken. I think that I've actually cooked fried chicken one time. It was, as I recall, a horrible pain in the a**. For the most part, I bake or grill and even my "frying" is really more of a saute. I nearly threw up when I heard about deep fried pickle. (Ok, I don't like pickles to begin with....but please....deep fried?) Where I live, the Wednesday edition of the paper always includes recipes.....and in case you needed proof about how, in the south, you really can fry anything, here it is:

Fried Oreos

1 14 oz package original Oreo cookies
Peanut oil or vegetable oil for deep frying
2 c. all purpose baking four, such as Bisquick or buttermilk pancake mix
1 1/4 c. ice water
Confenctioners sugar

Freeze oreos in package for at least two hours
Just before serving, pour at least 4 inches of oil in a large sturdy pot suitable for deep frying and heat to 350 degrees.
Take cookie package out of freezer. Open package and place the frozen cookies on a baking sheet near frying pot.
While oil heats, mix batter. Whisk baking mix and ice water together in a large bowl until smooth but without overworking the batter.
Dip cookies, one at a time, into the batter and slip into oil.
Cook for 1 to 2 minutes, dunking as needed with tongs, until golden brown. Remove with tongs, dust immediately with sugar and serve.
Eat right away, but be careful of the molten center.

If anyone tries this, you'll have to let me know how it turns out.

The Return

Back from vacation and to the daily grind.................

On the first day of vacation it's like....ah, a whole week to do nothing, to relax and to enjoy. The next thing you know...you're packing up to go home. How does that happen????

The place we stayed was to tacky as Disney is to happy and the mattress sucked so I can't say I got a great deal of rest! But being away from work, my stress level definitely went down!! A few drinks didn't hurt, either! Most days there was no hurry to get up and go do anything. We did La Grande Cirque which required getting up and getting out around 9:00AM. The day trip to Charleston required getting up really early...4:45AM! But it was a good day. Tried a couple of new restaurants and was lazy, lazy, lazy.

Then there's the return to reality....to work. Only 981 unread e-mails awaited along with a proposal response that somehow didn't worked on while I was gone. Yep, the post vacation trauma in full force! Is it time to go on vacation again??

Approaching Vacation

Ah....vacation. Sweet, sweet, vacation!

Time for the annual beach vacation trip with the man's family. Frankly, I am not a beach person. I don't like to be hot and since I can just about get a sunburn by simply thinking about the sun.......................but what is important is that I won't be at work!! I can sleep LATE! I don't have to be anywhere at any particular time and I can lounge around all day in my jammies if I please. I also will be without laptop so there won't be any postings during vacation time (no tears, please!) But I plan on plenty of shopping (mostly window) and maybe a *few* mixed beverages.

So early Sunday morning we will pack up the car, jump in the car and drive...about 20 miles for breakfast! And then onward to the beach.............................................

Template Trauma

For the last couple of weeks, I have been periodically trying to make changes to my template. If I so much as delete something...the sidebar drops to the bottom. If I try to add something...same thing. If I copy and paste directly over a link with something new...yep, you guessed it....straight to the bottom it goes. I haven't a clue why it's doing that, but it is really getting on my last nerve. I want to make changes!!!!!!!! Anyone else out there so afflicted?

Quiche Me!

Chicken Enchilada Quiche

1 refrigerated pie crust (from 15 oz box), softened as directed on box

4 eggs
1 cup half-and-half or milk
1 can (12.5oz) chunk chicken breast in water, drained (1 1/2 cups)
1 1/2 c broken tortilla chips
2 c. shredded Monteray Jack Cheese (8 oz)
1 c. shredded Cheddar Cheese
1 c. Thick n Chunky Salsa
1 can (4.5 oz) chopped green chiles
1/2 tsp salt
Pepper to taste

Sour cream and extra salsa if desired

1) Heat oven to 350 degrees. In 9 or 9 1/2 inch glass deep-dish pie pan, please pie crust as directed on box for One-Crust Filled Pie.
2) In a medium bowl with wire whisk, beat eggs until blended, beat in half-and-half. Stir in chicken, chips, both cheeses, salsa, green chiles and salt. Pour into pie crust-lined pan. Sprinkle pepper over top of filling.
3) Bake 55 to 65 minutes or until crust is lightly golden and knife inserted into center comes out clean. Let stand 10 minutes before serving. Cut into wedges and serve with sour cream and salsa if you'd like.

I was really pleased with this recipe...but next time...I'm using HOT salsa instead of medium.

Uncertain

I rest in silence and angry sleep,
wounds deep, bitter and unclean,
twisting inside my skin,
uncertain memories torment me,
tearing with their terrible claws,
rampant in my quivering soul,
savage beast creeping,
in the dark corners,
the undisovered parts of me,
spriraling into the horizon,
the distant land, desperate
I grasp at fleeting truths,
beyond my reach, last chance
to undo and free myself.

It's A Pirates Life For Me

My pirate name is:

Red Anne Rackham

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
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Passion is a good part of your life, which makes sense for a pirate. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!

Thanks, Dagoth, for posting this bit of fun!!

The Deep

My heart shall split open,
a tender vessel upon the reef,
I find myself, soul adrift,
prisoner of the open sea,
the sudden eclipse robs me
of all truth and dream,
drowning me in the cold and deep,
and left me to an endless sleep.