These are tarsiers. They probably live in a TARDIS. I think they eat tarte Tatin. They are never tardy.
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If you find yourself describing your recipes as "guilt-free," you probably have a bad relationship with food.
Food doesn't make you svelte. A "skinny" dish will not melt away the pounds. You have to eat; it's a requirement for being alive. But a healthy diet involves portion control as well as excellent ingredients. And if you convince yourself your food is guilt-free, you're just going to eat too much of it, and you will have overeaten.
It makes me sad that some people use the word "guilt" when describing what they eat. Food is not guilty for your flab; you are.
Look at this little rascal run, dogtag flying. Cute! (I apologize for all the critter pics. My new obsession, I guess.)
I've tried to get action shots like this of Bartlett, but she's just too fast. Or I'm using the wrong camera settings. I snapped one yesterday, and everything is in focus but the dog.
Bartlett is doing well. She has decided that for her birthday she wants to be a barking dog, and boy, is mommy mad! We are working really hard on correcting that, now, and the poor puppy is now afraid to bark when she needs to go outside for a potty visit. She's smart, though, so it's the humans who will have to refine our training techniques to let her know there are good barks and there are bad barks.
She'll be four week after next. Or today. We don't know, because she was a dog pound dog.
I know. It's succotash. Such a filthy word for a food kids won't eat. Goulash, that was another. And there were even kids who wouldn't eat eggplant because the name was so stupid!
Gosh, Cranky and I must have been together for years before I found out he liked lima beans. I love lima beans! But I had kept them off the menu because I was the only person I knew who liked them. He likes them!
We have one or two or three ways we enjoy limas, and one of them is succotash. Corn kernels, beans, and... Hm, what's that creamy-looking sauce? Neither of us can remember, but it's probably a little mixture of cream and soft white cheese stirred in, to melt in the warmth of the veggies. A non-kosher embellishment, and yum.
You could eat this with a blindfold on, without knowing its hideous name, and you'd probably love it.
But you're not going to, ya wuss.
X-treme cute. Polar bear swimming underwater. Cute!
Listen, these guys are all gonna die if we don't stop global warming and protect their habitat. Already, fish populations in this hemisphere's oceans are migrating farther and farther north each year, in search of cooler seawater temperatures that remind them of back home, which they have had to abandon.
The polar bears don't have a whole lot of room to move any farther north — and why is it our job in the US to manage climate change alone? (Once we get beyond the disaster caused by Bush, and the GOP doesn't want any more atmospheric regulations, because it costs the rich people money not to destroy the planet and money is more important.)
OK, cute rant over. I'll get back to cute food soon.