BurghBaby is having a one day only contest with loads, oodles, an outrageous amount of prizes. Back on the anniversary of the attacks, she very generously decided to donate all of the revenue from September to the Sept 11th Fund. The revenue is accumulated through page clicks, so go do your bit for society and use your mouse! And, all you have to do is comment and win a chance to get some great prizes, whilst helping out a very worthwhile charity.
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Yesterday I awoke to a lovely brick-in-my-stomach feeling and had to cancel any and all plans I had. I wandered around aimlessly throughout the day, just wishing I could throw up so I would finally feel better. It never happened. That. End. And don’t you just love it that even though you’re sick to the gills (and your husband is on shift), you still get to chase after toddlers brandishing plungers and huge wads of sopping wet toilet paper; all the while, your pre-schooler is experimenting with ways in which to permanently maim your puppy? It’s fabulous.
Anyway, since I am still not feeling 100% — I’m not even fair to middlin’ — and can barely conjugate sentences, what better time to talk about food than now? At least I can eat again, so that’s a relief. I love eating. Most of you will remember I posted a Thursday Thirteen on some of my favourite dishes to make. You may also recall I said:
If you are interested in any of the recipes, let me know and I’ll definitely oblige. Maybe you could even return the favour…?
Yeah, I’m a deadbeat blogger. I didn’t deliver. So, I am hereby going to redeem myself by posting all of the recipes people made comments about. I have transferred them in Google Docs and published it online, so if you want it, all you have to do is click and hit print. Fancy!
I never grew up with a crock pot or slow cooker, in fact, my Mum didn’t get one until long after I’d moved out. I’ve used my 6-quart model quite a bit recently, but, my quest this autumn/winter is to find some glorious recipes that I can just throw together and be done with. If you know of any great ones, nod me in the right direction, would ya?
Now if you’ll excuse me, the comfy chair and a tartan wool blanket are calling my name.