Tonight’s dinner: Vinha D’alhos Chicken

This is a Portuguese dish made with pork, chicken or other “white meat”…even a firm white fish. Made with wine, vinegar, chili peppers, sugar and a few cloves. Thicken with cornstarch.

Normally I make this with a packet but tonight I was lazy and just threw it together out of what I had. Okay, I know that sounds strange but really, sometimes lazy means toss everything in, let it simmer then taste to see what needs adding. I also add shoyu to it…and serve over rice.

Comfort food for the family. Nom nom nom

Sip Only…

A Taste…of Whiskey and Wry

Sionn took Damien’s face into his hands and stared down the phantoms lurking in the other’s gaze. “You’ve got me here with you now, a rún. I’ll help you get through this.”

It seemed like a tiny promise, but something shifted between them. Sionn could see it in the change in Damien’s expression. Whether he was exhausted from fighting or his nightmares had reached their saturation point, Damien stretched out his hand, touched Sionn’s shoulder, and skimmed down over the curve of his arm.

Squeezing lightly, he nodded once, then bit his lip hard, nearly to the point of drawing blood.

And Sionn’s heart shattered as Damien finally gave in to the pressures built up inside of him.

There Is Only One Shade Of Gray – The Other Forty-Nine Merely Prove A Human’s Imperfection

Great interview with Gray and um.. a Giveaway! Heh. Come for the vampire… stay for the giveaway! Wait, that sounds …. okay, no.. it’s all good.

 

There Is Only One Shade Of Gray – The Other Forty-Nine Merely Prove A Human’s Imperfection.

So… Unemployed Again But It’s Ok :D

Walked in today to find that the two month contract was being ended because they were hiring someone else. It was an odd situation. Apparently though I did stellar work and have glowing recommendations. Really odd. I’m not sure how to even process now but honestly, I’ve got Dirty Deeds to write and company coming next week so… heh! PANDA!

I will not miss the commute. Dear God it took me over an hour each way to go 12 miles. It’s not the distance, its the traffic. Bad city planning on that route.

My mother was very sweet. Her response was: Fuck them.

She can’t swear very well… well right. She sounds cute saying it. It’s rare she swears…not like me. Her tongue needs practice with the word 😀