It’s just that, at least for My Man, Carnivale in Portugal = work holiday.
That’s right. When I’m hanging with my unreasonably attractive husband, I don’t spend time blogging. Don’t feel used or dirty, friends. I still love you. I’m just taking a little break.
I know how to make it up to you…don’t you worry. First, I’ll share some lovin’ that OTHER cool blogs have offered up recently. Then, later this week, I’ll share a bad-ass baking fix that my Gal Pal whipped up when she wanted some baked goodness but didn’t have any eggs in the house.
Yeah…you like that, don’t you?
Hm. Now I feel a little dirty. That was weird.
Anyway, all of the above promises will be made good on, starting with the OPB (Other People’s Blog) promise.
Behold (via Pretty Girls Cook):
Vanilla Bean Beignets with Chocolate Fudge SauceMarch 7, 2011
In celebration of Mardi Gras I made these beignets. They are light fluffy pillows of fried goodness. Seriously, they are delicious! What makes them even better is the warm chocolate fudge on the side. Enjoy with a cup of Café au lait.
On that note, I’ll happily and gently remind/inform you that my birthday is tomorrow. Vanilla Bean Beignets with Chocolate Fudge Sauce would qualify as an appropriate gift. FYI. I’m just sayin’.
And now, for something completely different:
(aka, funny stuff that you KNOW applies to you, but you may or may not choose to admit it to anyone else at this time, via Ramblings )
Using Technology To Avoid Commitment (The Padded Room Variety)
I talk to myself. Which is OK, except I’ve started answering me back.
Sometimes I have long, involved discussions with me while puttering around the house. I’m a sparkling self-conversationalist! I also talk to the TV and the cat, but I don’t think that counts. When I talk to the TV and my husband is in the room, I consider that social interaction.
Most of the self-chatting is done in my car. Almost every day I spend quality time going to the bank, the store, lunch and commuting. If I’m listening to talk radio, I talk back. If I’ve got music on, I sing along. Loudly. Then I critique me. I can be pretty hard on me, but it’s for my own good.
…Read more and cackle to yourself at http://pegoleg.wordpress.com/2011/02/28/using-technology-to-avoid-commitment-the-padded-room-variety/
Cute, no? (If you answered “no”, quit being a hater. Oh– and it was rhetorical. Snob. ;P)