What WOULD Bekki Eat?

Well, I'll start with what I wouldn't eat. I wouldn't eat margarine. Or tofu. Or lowered-fat anything. Olestra is right out. Hydrolyzed, isolated, evaporated, enriched, or chocolate flavored "phood" won't pass these lips.
What will I eat? Real food. Made-at-home food. Food that my great-great-grandmother could have made, if she had the money and the time. And if she hadn't been so busy trick-riding in a most unladylike way.

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Premature Celebration

I called it too soon. I thought my computer woes were over.

Nope.

'Twould seem my hardware likes neither Ubuntu nor Windows. I just can't win. I'm contemplating using my laptop for skeet shooting, but not until I replace it somehow.

Maybe I shouldn't replace it. Maybe I should embrace the fact that technology hates me and turn Luddite.

Hmmm... this will require some research into just how barbaric Luddites were... I think I'll google it.
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I am many things... all at the same time. (No wonder I don't get much done!) I am a wife to a retired infantryman, mother of 3, stocker (and stalker) of the fridge, passionate fan of food, nutrition, ecology, coffee, wine, and college football. I love all things witchy and piratey. I often cook with booze. I feed stray cats. I don't believe in sunscreen. I don't like shoes and really hate socks. And I currently can't eat any gluten, dairy, eggs, soy, coconut(!?), or sodium metabisulfite (aw, shucks, no chemical snackies.) Sometimes even citric acid gets me. But only sometimes.