Experiment last night. Made some homemade ravioli’s. Made the dough and stuffed it with hot Italian sausage. Cooked them up and slathered on the homemade sauce. Not too freeky shabby, if I do say so my own bad self!
Photo opps have been rough lately. The rain in the evening is not conducive to setting up lights, so the bats are out of the question. Been shooting Blue/Gray Tanagers chewin on watermelon. Here's one of Mrs. Barn's.
This is officially the lamest blog post I have made yet. No nudity, no cussin, no real bitchin.
But maybe if you squint, outa one eye, one of those ravioli's will resemble a boob?
I fuckin give up.
Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
4 comments:
Is that goss chocolate frosting on that boston cream cake?
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Hell barn -- I like a good boob, even a bad boob -- hell I like stories of boobs, but I think I have gotten to the age food gets me more excited!
Not sure what this says about my monday morning but I actually took the time to squint with one eye!
and joe,, i respect you for that!
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