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Crock Pots, and Other Reasons for Living

30 Minus 2 Days of Writing Challenge
Day 19: Tastes Like Chicken

crock potHow have I lived, lo these many years, without the knowledge and power of the wonder that is the slow cooker, the almighty Crock Pot?

I have fought and fought and fought some more with various protein animal products with less than zero success and ultimately limited my repertoire because most meat comes out hard and dry and yucky and blecky and other similar adjectives and I figured I just didn’t have the knack for it and recently came to realize you all have been cheating. Consider yourselves on my poop list.

And never have I been more happy to cheat than through the discovery of this cook’s best friend. Oh my lord, the tender fall apart heaven that comes out of these things six to eight hours later. I’m cooking again with gusto and beef broth and low heat and Pinterest.

crock pot, bbq pork

And I’ve been cooking everything now, from the oxymoronic pork butt shoulder, to neighborhood stray cats to local road kill (because eating local means organic and pesticide-free and you know where it came from and who knew skunk could be fall-apart scrumptious?).

crock pot, shredded pork

And don’t get me started on all variations of backyard snakes. Those slithering nuggets of deliciousnessability.

I can’t believe you guys didn’t tell about this culinary magic before. Shame on you.



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Goat Thing: Goats Take Olympic Silver!….Ribbon.

30 Minus 2 Days of Writing Challenge
Day 18: Liars

I could write a whole book about liars and how much I hate them. But then you’d be reading a very heavy tome filled with the ugly that came out of me and you’d question my ability to return from the hate abyss. You’d think of me as a hater. I’d be a big wart-nosed hater. And then you’d hate me. And you’d spray paint “hater” all over my fence even though YOU are doing it out of hate as well. And the hate would spread and infect the rest of the planet until everyone hated everybody and there would be no more ice cream and who wants that?

So, instead I will share with you something that is filled with playfulness and love that my friend, Brad, sent to me.

Also, it must be goat season as people have been throwing more of them at me lately.

Now, isn’t it nice to be filled with playfulness and love and not hating on people and spray painting their fence, hypocritically calling them haters?

UPDATE: The above link may not work as it’s “not available due to copyright” and I may or may not have periodically replaced it with another version.


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Goat Thing of the Day: A New Video Game

30 Minus 2 Days of Writing Challenge
Day 12: Incommunicado

I’ve got a treat for those of you who have been clamoring for a Goat Thing of the Day. I know! It’s been so long!

Some game developers were goofing around during a game jam and…what, you don’t know what a game jam is? Are you kidding me? I can’t believe you don’t know what a game jam is. Who doesn’t know what a game jam is. Honestly. I swear, what am I going to do with you people. OK, take this down: a game jam…obviously…is when neighborhood computer programming kids rob local convenience stores dressed as their favorite video game character, say, the red-feathered chicken from Angry Birds, and hold the store owner hostage until the chief negotiator from the FBI arranges the successful delivery of twelve thousand jars of jam. Usually a fruit farm has to get involved.

Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you didn’t know that already. Can I get on with my story now?

So anyway, these kids, during one of their game jams, high on fructose and pectin, made a game. A first person shooter type game where you’re a goat, wielding axes and licking things. No I’m not making this up. It’s called Goat Simulator and here’s the trailer:

You’re welcome.

You can pre-order Goat Simulator now, and you can bet when this thing comes out I’ll be incommunicado for a while.


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A Diamond Treasure in the Rough

30 Minus 2 Days of Writing Challenge
Day 6: Scatterbrained

So there I was, driving back from the Bay Area to Sacramento, bored out of my mind because I hate long drives, and because I hate long boring drives, I have to find ways to entertain myself, so I daydream, which you can’t do when you want to make sure you stay on the right freeway and actually drive toward your house, but I missed my turn off and realized it about 10 seconds too late and once you do that, you are forced to stay on that freeway until the next exit, which in my case meant getting in a very long slow line to pay $5.00 to cross the Bay Bridge into San Francisco and then try to figure out how to turn around once I got into the crazy one-way street-happy city so I could drive back over the Bay Bridge and go home. Which meant adding another hour to my already long ass drive.

There is something excruciatingly unsatisfying about cursing up a storm all by yourself in the car.

So I’m parked in line, facing away from home, with a lot of time to formulate what I’m going to say to the toll booth guy to get out of paying $5.00 and is there a place right here somewhere in this 25 lane horizontal monolith of asphalt where I can turn around because I don’t want to go to the city today?

Turns out…no.


He did say that I could get off at Treasure Island, a spot of now touristy land halfway across the bridge, and turn around there.

sf bay bridge treasure island sign

Well, that was something anyway.

And then in my steaming anger, a silver lining presented itself. I’d never been to Treasure Island before.

bay bridge from treasure island anchor

So I parked it and took a couple of pics to commemorate what would probably be my only visit to this tiny rock in the water.

bay bridge and sf from treasure island

bay bridge and sf from treasure island 2

Not today, San Francisco. But here, take 5 of my dollars because I am an idiot.


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Earthquake in a Bottle

30 Minus 2 Days of Writing Challenge
Day 5: The Empty Bottle

EQ-ZinSomebody poured me some wine a couple weeks ago and I really liked it. The problem is, unless this happens at the winery itself, I can NEVER FIND IT ANYWHERE.

This is why the Michael David Winery in Lodi is now my new best friend. Because they made sure if anybody ever gets a swig of their wine underneath some random bridge from a polite white-gloved troll, they would be able to easily find it at their local grocery store later.

Enter Earthquake Zinfandel. Now, I’m no wine expert, so when I initially reacted so positively to it, I figured it was my unsophisticated palette screaming, “Yee-haw! That’s some rootin’ tootin’ hooch!”

But when I later saw the price tag, I realized it was my pale blue box Tiffany’s palette commenting in a British accent (or more like a yuppy Yale graduate), “Oh, I say, old chap, the bouquet on this varietal really brings out the tannins.” Or something like that.

So when I recently had some friends over, I asked them all to try it and wanted them to be honest because I assume everyone is better than me at this sort of thing and was it cough syrup or was it a really good wine and they all said it was good. But of course they did. I was shoving it in their faces and wearing my hopefulness on my sleeve. What else were they going to say? They were guests in my house and you don’t slam the hostess’ choice of rotgut when she has been kind enough to bring you into her home.

So now I’ll never know if this stuff is any good.


exes in my ipodHey, speaking of wine and trolls (and by trolls I mean ex-boyfriends), I had the pleasure of reading an ebook recently that was little different. It’s about a girl who grows up in the sticks and ends up in the high-end wine industry while experiencing various boyfriends and the music each guy conjures up. Each chapter links to a song that you can play on your mobile device right then and there to accompany the chapter. Kind of a cool concept I’ve never seen before. Anyway, the book is called The Exes in My iPod by Lisa Mattson and it’s available for Apple and Kindle devices as well as paperback.



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