Aaarrrgggh. I aaarrggh stuffed. Amethyst spotted some enormous white mushrooms at the market yesterday so I grabbed eight of them, and every one the diameter of my open palm. Shrooms that large just scream “stuff me!”. Oh, the places I could go with that line, but I won’t. I’m saving that for something else. I stuffed the shrooms with crab and wild rice, with some scallions, herbs, a dash of dry white wine, with mucho butter along for the ride, and topped them with a blend of mozzarella, parmesan, and jack cheeses. It’s heresy, I know, to fling jack in there, but I wanted to tone down the flavor a bit so the other ingredients could shine through. It worked, so I’m happy. A mite overfull, but happy anyway.
I visited a ski town today, which might have a little something to do with the happiness level. There’s something about a brand new half ounce that makes one smile.
The other thing I was saving up my supply of bad words for: You’ve got to kiss a lot of vaginas to find one that’s not a cunt. That might be an original saying. Or it might not. It might get me bruised, bloodied, and broken. Unless I can hide better than pissed off women can seek. 😀
Amethyst stuck a song in my head this morning… I replaced it several hours later with another:
That is all.