
Four wheel drive doesn't help on ice, and if the garage is on an incline, forget it. I told the realtor not to show the house. It's too dangerous, even with a pair of elk hunting, good traction, boots.
My luck, I'd get to the mailbox, and meet the only people out in the cold. Zombies.

Barkley's loving it though.
This county and others are under a State of Emergency. Hey, I have stuff to do. There's new tools. Like these, a set of Kraftmatic Adjustable Toupee clamps.
What else to do for entertainment? I have a John Ringo Book (oh no, John Ringo no). I have some magazines around here.

I could pay some bills or do some office work (probably not a good idea on post surgery pain meds).
There's also TV. Let's see what's on. "Whittle-Mania", and "Live from the Arctic Circle - It's a Big Iceberg Melting" and one of those Lifetime movies, "Mama's Family - Conjugal Visit." Ah, No. That just leaves cooking. Ice Storm Brunch Casserole. (Recipe in comments.) With smoked ham, cornbread stuffing, sour cream, broccoli, red pepper and eggs.
Did I mention it has cheddar cheese in it?

click to enlarge photos, go on it's low calorie (snort)
That will pair nicely with Yeast Rolls with Rosemary and Sea Salt .
And butter
I seem to have a fanboy.
The fanboy thing started some fun in comments and when one of my regular readers joked about "I'm not stalking you or anything, not that you aren't worth stalking" , reader Michael suggested that would make a GREAT Hallmark card.
Cover
Not that I am stalking you or anything...
Inside
... not that you aren't worth stalking.
Heh. So here are some ideas for the cover of said greeting card.



Have fun. Until then, you all stay safe and warm out there.Love - Brigid

37 comments:
I had a feeling that after mocking woodworkers, this was all going to end with food.
Thanks for keeps the storm north of I-70.
Ice Storm Brunch Casserole
5 eggs
1 cup milk
1/2 cup Sour Cream
2 cups frozen chopped broccoli, nuked for a minute to thaw, then drained
1 package StoveTop Cornbread stuffing mix.
two large hand fulls of smoked ham (about 1 and a half to two cups)
a good pinch of red pepper flakes
a dash of black pepper (with the ham, you don't really need to add salt)
1 and 1/3 cups grated cheddar.
WHISK eggs, milk and sour cream in large bowl til blended. Add broccoli, stuffing mix, ham, seasoning and 3/4 of the cheese to the bowl and mix lightly.
POUR into 2-qt. casserole; cover loosely with foil. Bake in preheated 375 F degree oven.
BAKE 1 hour or until heated through. Sprinkle with remaining cheese; bake, uncovered, 5 min. or until cheese is melted. Serve immediately (This would also be really good with cooked sausage, mushrooms instead of broccoli and a 1/4 teaspoon of sage instead of the red pepper).
Click on the Yeast Roll Name in the post to go to the link for the rolls.
Ice Storm Brunch Casserole sounds awesome----I like the way you think!!
We are currently preparing Maine Blizzard 2011 Roast Duck...
Just found that a CMP Open-Chamber flag makes a great toy for a new kitten. Never too young to teach safe firearms handling..........
You're having too much fun. Wait - that's not possible.
Thanks for the chuckles & recipes.
WV: mania. I'm not sure what they're getting at, here.
I now have enough clips of you to make a good composit picture.
...not that I am stalking you or anything...
... not that you aren't worth stalking...
"Hunting the elusive primer". Heh. Been there. Done that. Got the trophy.
We've been waiting for the ice storm to hit us here on the East coast. Nothing so far but empty promises.
Posts like these: I seem to quickly forget the earlier part of the post once something warm and delicious is posted at the end. The food. But you could take that the other way, too, if you want.
Prof: I'll trade you an earlobe for an elbow and wrist...
Left or right?
Did get out and went for a drive. Pretty much everything closed. No ice though. Just waiting for a plow out. Mr Radar says about another 2 inches before passing. A LOT of drifting though. Gave up on tv, and grabbed an old WEB Griffin book.
Just far enough South of you that only the cold breath of Al Gore is any bother here.
The wife made cookies yesterday and biscuits this morning. Life is good.
Glad yer feeling better.
Thanks, you do know most of us like your dog just a tiny bit less than you, and you get to play with him... life is not fair.
wv splip - slipping on ice, split lip. happens too fast for proper spelling....
We'd have to have Snow Storm Brunch Casserole, but it doesn't work too well for one. I may go make some bread though so Himself will have a treat tomorrow when he gets home.
I have yet to encounter any reloading situation where my Navy enhanced vocabulary has failed me.
:)
Hallmark should put that on a card.
Cover
I not am stalking you or anything...
Inside
... not that you aren't worth stalking.
That Dog Dish = Awesome.
You almost owed me for a new chair, because I almost wet myself reading the cartoon.
I'm conflicted reguarding your food posts. They make me want to marry you and run screaming to the hills all at the sametime.
You havn't had any dealings with a guy in a red bowtie and sports coat? He might have had a pasing resemblance to George Burns.
Just a thought. Stay warm yourself or do you need to,
Josh
That look of Barkley's is universal dog lingo for: "I know I clown around; but I'm serious right now. If I don't get a yeast roll I will die. I don't want to die but it's totally up to you. It's crunch time; if you really love me then you need to act right now." Stay warm.
Violent Indifference - hey nice Tail. . No Wait. That's Clifford the Big Red Dog. WRONG redhead!
You are no Clifford!
Get the pics I sent?
Cover art: http://www.thebuzzmedia.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/79485_1_ninja.jpg
Brigid -
The tendency to want to Jeremiah Johnson is more of a character flaw of my own than anything done on your part.
Unless other wise informed by someone with the right to tell me, I useualy don't move from where I want to be.
:-)
Josh
Stay safe Lady :-) I'm eating bait this week (again)...
Somehow I'd thought your house had already sold Ms. Brigid. Guess I was wrong. Now, with that aside,have you developed a case of cabin fever yet?
You take some real nice pictures and I just wanted to let you know I gave you an award.
http://whitetailwoods.blogspot.com/2011/02/whitetail-woods-receives-stylish.html
Not sure about the stalking thing, but do have some thoughts on the Maine Storm.
The voices in my head whilst snowblowing.
Voice 1: Dude, it's technically only water.
Voice 2: Sadly, there's a 7-foot pile of "water" by the barn.
Voice 1': Dude, good thing you had two spare shear pins on hand.
...Voice 2': Sadly, I needed to have three..........:-(
The voices in my head do not get along very well.
Oh, yay, it's snowing again.
Off to work on my Ninja Stalker Skills...............and check on the Blizzard Duck.....................
Maybe a little humor will help?
He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time
of his life, that is, until the ship sank.
He soon found himself on an island with no other people, no supplies,
nothing, only bananas and coconuts.
After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the most
gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to the shore. In disbelief, he
asks, "Where did you come from? How did you get here?"
She replies, "I rowed over from the other side of the island where I
landed when my cruise ship sank."
"Amazing," he notes. "You were really lucky to have a row boat wash up
with you."
"Oh, this thing?" explains the woman. "I made the boat out of some raw
material I found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum tree
branches. I wove the bottom from palm tree branches, and the sides and
stern came from a Eucalyptus tree."
"But, where did you get the tools?"
"Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman. "On the south side of the
island, a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock is exposed. I found that
if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into
ductile iron I used that to make tools and used the tools to make the
hardware."
The guy is stunned.
"Let's row over to my place," she says. So, after a short time of
rowing, she soon docks the boat at a small wharf. As the man looks to
shore, he nearly falls off the boat. Before him is a long stone walk
leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. While the
woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly oven hemp rope, the man can
only stare ahead, dumb struck. As they walk into the house, she says
casually, "It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down, please."
"Would you like a drink?"
"No! No thank you," the man blurts out, still dazed. "I can't take
another drop of coconut juice."
"It's not coconut juice," winks the woman. "I have a still. How would
you like a Pina Colada?"
Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepts, and they sit
down on her couch to talk. After they exchange their individual survival
stories, the woman announces, "I'm going to slip into something more
comfortable. Would you like to take a shower and shave? There's a
razor in the bathroom cabinet upstairs."
No longer questioning anything, the man goes upstairs into the bathroom.
There, in the cabinet is a razor made from a piece of tortoise bone.
Two shells honed to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end
inside a swivel mechanism.
"This woman is amazing," he muses. "What's next?" When he returns, she
greets him wearing nothing but some small flowers on tiny vines, each
strategically positioned, she smelled faintly of gardenias. She then
beckons for him to sit down next to her.
"Tell me," she begins suggestively, slithering closer to him, "We've
both been out here for many months. You must have been lonely. There's
something I'm certain you feel like doing right now, something you've
been longing for, right?" She stares into his eyes.
He can't believe what he's hearing. "You mean..." he swallows excitedly
as tears start to form in his eyes, "You've built a shooting range?"
We are trapped here on the Plateau as well. Boredom's not a problem since I almost always work from home anyway. I might actually get a little more done -- well, that is if I didn't come over here and, uh, keep informed reading all your stuff.
Stay warm.
Love it! Thanks for the laugh :)
I have to ask: Which John Ringo book?
I'm aware that some people are put of by the... eccentricity.. of some of his writings, but the "Troy Rising" series avoids most of that.
I see that you have "A Deeper Blue" in your library, so perhaps you've been able to overlook it yourself.
Thanks for a new recipe. I've tried several of yours over the past year or two and they've all been good. You should think about a cookbook, and perhaps a volume of poetry and prose.
Glad to see you're on the mend.
You know if it was 40 degrees C out there you'd make a hell of cute Bedouin :-)
Great yummy recipes! and a cute Barkley too...Thanks
I vote for the one with John Belushi.
What John Ringo book? I'm working on Pirate Latitudes, Michael Chrichton's last book, then on to the latest Ring Of Fire missive. And cheddar is to dairy as bacon is to meat.
I couldn't do the cornbread stuffing, but otherwise the casserole sounds great. Beats hell out of the McDonalds I just choked back. Thankfully, I discard their nasty cardboard rolls, and the coffee is actually rather good.
Kick back and enjoy it while you can. You're warm and dry in a nasty world, with friends as close as the computer keyboard. Keep getting well.
Love the Hallmark Card.
BTW, where is the recipe for the rolls? I NEED to make those.
No ice here in Beloit - just about 12" of very dense snow. Drifts to four feet in places.
Totally off subject - I noticed your "Coexist" image on the right sidebar.
That would make an awesome bumper sticker.
If you are OK with it, I would like to make up a couple for myself and my kids...or buy a couple from you if possible...
Should have done the search:
http://www.everydaynodaysoff.com/2010/04/15/coexist-in-firearm-manufacturer-logos/
His link to the source looks broken. I'm contacting him directly.
Hope you are staying safe and warm.
Amusing!
I have seen that look on a dog's face, also. Anytime I have food in my hand, he sidles up to me, sits down, and stares with an expectancy.
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