I’m not that selfless, but it’s the perfect thing to eat on those days when there’s nothing much around to eat, and you’re hungry, and this is just about as good as anything you could imagining wanting to eat anyway. Those days, for, example, when you might just have ordered in a pizza, pre-celiac, pre-primal, pre-keto. Continue reading Real Good Pizza, greater
If I ever wind up on death row, I’ll get the best wood-fired traditional pizza ever as my last meal and hope the execution happens quickly before the celiac makes me wish it already had.
There are other gluten-free pizza options, and, let’s face it, I’m not interesting enough to do anything likely to get me a parking ticket, let alone sentenced to death row. So I need alternatives, people.
My doctor recommended CBD for pain relief. Cannabinoid oil. Yes, from cannabis.
In particular, she mentioned this company, because they use no solvents to extract CBD from industrial hemp. It is legal in all 50 states. It doesn’t make you high. You won’t get the munchies. It can erase pain
They follow up each order with a personal email. Then they randomly send me free samples. And information about the status of hemp in the US. No disclaimer here; it just happens. I decided to write about it today because I was so grateful to open up my last order.
I give the free samples to friends with chronic pain, but I hoard the lip balm. Sorry.
In the photo above, I ordered the syringe with the concentrated CBD. The rest they just sent. LIP BALM! (Although the sub-lingual drops are also like gold around here. Got through the flu on them–otherwise falling over because legs buckle, stabby pain from the chest down, (and other fun MS stuff.)
I’ve had a pretty crappy summer with some mishaps at work that made me stressed, overheated, and angry. So I slept most weekends, or sewed things to calm down. What didn’t happen was canning much in the way of jams and preserves. It’s a hot business that keeps you on your feet for a couple of hours. Was not in the mood, to put it mildly.
Now that the weather is crisp (finally) I got guilted into doing some canning.
Guilted by remarks like this:
“oh, my family really looks forward to those jams you make for the holidays”
“we save those jams you make for the weekend and eat them with cheese and crackers and a good wine”
It’s gone from chilly to steamy swamp where I live.
Health crisis. MS symptoms all over the place.
I wanted a burger on Memorial day — bison, in my case, in the James Beard fashion with salt, pepper, and some pulverized yellow onion, with juice. Plus, I caramelized some other white onions, with a splash of balsamic at the end, and added that to the raw meat for extra moisture. With two cheeses on top. Real cheddar, and melt-y American over. Grilled on a two-burner stove grill pan, medium-rare, flipping once before cheese.
I knew I was getting my garden plants. I was also expecting a furniture delivery: tall leather upholstered headboards I’ve been lusting after for three years. They finally went on sale. A month later, I was really getting them. Thrilled.
After a year and a half in this apartment, I wanted to take advantage of my “extra” day to get my balcony all fixed up so I could sit out there and have a nice glass of wine and relax. Perhaps while looking at my new plants.
I moved two Christmases ago, and was still so knackered by early spring, I skipped the pot plants last summer. Now, I had pots, a plan, plants out for delivery –and was ready.
Prosciutto baked to a crisp with some seasoning. The crispiest crunchy thing I’ve been able to achieve with meat-crackers. The even get crisper and more shatter-y as they cool. Meat Doritos. Take these things to a chips and dips event and they will be devoured by the glutenous. Eat your share first.
I’ m three years into a concerted search for a natural product to rival my favorite antiperspirant. That product is “clinical strength,” marketed for women, and is pretty much like aluminum-siding your underarms. You don’t sweat, you don’t smell, and you can even skip a few days like they say on the commercial. It’s pretty much my last holdout in the supermarket toiletries aisle.
I know this can’t be good for you. Particularly since it’s used close to lymph nodes, breasts, and other cancer-prone body parts. So, every once in a while I try to find something more natural.
A beautiful table my father made me (coincidentally of walnut wood) looks great, but scratches easily. I keep getting a fine network of superficial scratches that are very obvious with anything I put on top. Continue reading Furniture scratches? Nuts.