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Even My Two Year Old Knows Low-fat Cheese Sucks
Even My Two Year Old Knows Low-fat Cheese Sucks
The Agony of Tasting Lite Cheese We accidentally bought the “lite” Babybel cheese and I guess Bridget noticed. We didn’t mean to. Ours is not a house of low-fat cheese. Or low-fat anything, for that matter. I didn’t notice it until Brontë dug it out of the fridge and handed it to me. “Open for me, mommy?” she asked. “One for me and one for sister.” “Okay,” I replied, while snipping into the…
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Homemade pizza using homemade dough.
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It's 8:48 a.m. and i already know that I'm having chipotle for dinner.
Cats on the Bench
Usually when cats get up ob the bench, it's because they're being rude little f**ks and going after food that has been left lying on the bench.
That's the way it is in our house ... although that really depends on the bench the cat is on. But for the purposes of this, "the bench" refers to the island thing in the centre of the kitchen where we prepare food. That is "the bench."
And now I've gone and distracted myself and gone way off point.
So back to the point!
In our house a cat on the bench means it's going for whatever food has been left out.
Unless the cat on the bench is Josie. Unless there's cheese left out on the bench then she makes a beeline for the knife block.
Apparently she feels the need to arm herself with a knife, and I hate to find out what she'd do once she successfully got her paws on a knife ... actually, it's a widely held belief within the house that she already has a knife secreted away; my housemate is missing one of those ornamental knife/sword thingies.
Although, if that were true, she most likely would've used it on someone already. Stashing weapons just doesn't seem to be Josie's thing; the first night she spent in this house, she threw a knife at someone and almost hit that person in the head.
But anyway ...
It kind of looks like Josie is determined to arm herself.
So I'm thinking that I need to leave out some cheese to distract her whenever she gets up on the bench ... although it can't be that light shit. She's a smart cat and knows that light cheese is bad, and will most likely come after me with a knife if I leave it out for her.