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Daily Prompt: Me And The Sausage

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If a restaurant were to name something after you, what would it be? Describe it. (Bonus points if you give us a recipe!)

Photographers, artists, poets: show us DINNER.

My daily quest is developing a really good vegan sausage, one that makes you go, “mmm, that’s really good”. My baked tofu is like that, when I make a batch of it, I could eat the whole damn thing at once.

I realize I’m not answering the question of the day, but hey, I’m a food radical at heart, so I have nothing to lose here. This post is about food, so that’s close enough for me.

For those of you who are vegan you know what I’m talking about. What’s out there is not that great, and the brands that do taste “ok”, are so overpriced they stop a person from truly enjoying the experience. Yesterday while shopping I spied the brand I’ve been wanting to try, on sale, but it still worked out to $1.00 a sausage, and that’s just silly.

It prompted me to once more, try to come up with a recipe that will satisfy the taste buds and go easy on the coin purse.

I have the rest of this week before I start my new job, so I have time to putter and have fun.

If I think it’s something to crow about I will post the recipe, because I know I’m not the only one out there who would rather hug than eat the cow.

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Daily Prompt: Jack Of All Trades

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If the world worked on a barter system, how would you fare? Would you have services to barter? Would you be successful, or would you struggle?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SKILL.

The world on a barter system, hmm… people helping each other, what a concept.  I’d like to think I’d be ok, I’m fairly well-rounded when it comes to skills. This all really depends if our world would be the same as it is now. Do we still have modern conveniences, have we moved back one hundred years?

I don’t mind helping out, I like being part of a “team effort for the good of the whole”, sort of thing.

Why don’t we go one step farther, and say that the human race has realized consuming animal products is a thing of the past. The planet we live on can no longer support the millions of “animals”, we raise for food.

There would certainly be an opportunity to help people understand this new way of eating. I’m always trying new vegan foods, I love experimenting, so I would certainly have services to offer in this area.

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I can plant a garden, even though my rows are crooked, I’ve never thought the carrots minded being extra close to the beets. If a riot in the veggie patch is the least of our worries, I think we’ll be ok.

Cake decorating, sewing, painting walls, I’m pretty sure I’d think of something to offer. Most of us are able to do more than we think. In this crazy modern world, it’s easy for “manual skills”, to be looked upon as non-essential. When it comes right down to it… I take comfort in knowing I’d be able to do more than “push a button”, waiting for the replicator to make my cheesecake.

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Daily Prompt: The Natural World

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Describe your first memorable experience exploring and spending time in nature. Were you in awe? Or were you not impressed? Would you rather spend time in the forest or the city?

Photographers, artists, and poets: show us NATURE.

I would defiantly spend time in nature. As a matter of fact, if we lived in the country, ( we will some day ), I’d be hard pressed to go anywhere.

I was raised on a farm, the best place in the world for a kid to grow up. There were always places to explore, flowers to pick, trouble to get into. Yes, believe it or not, I was a little rascal from the start.

I can remember a forest of fir trees on our property. There was a small gravel road we used to walk down with trees on either side. It was heaven, for me as a little kid. We used to have wiener  roasts on the road, mum would spread out a blanket and we’d enjoy just being outside among the trees and birds.

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That’s me in the blue, with my hotdog roasted black, like my dad liked it.

When I was about five or six we moved to another farm. To this day I still remember walking through the pasture land and this is what I saw.

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A sea of yellow, it was breath-taking, and I’ve always wanted to go back.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Companionable

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This is an easy one for me, I am blessed to have the most amazing man in the world, with Molly and Beanie adoring me, so really, it doesn’t get any better than this.

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I have two other companions who are with me always, they sit on the small shelf above my head.

My dad is in the small brass urn and my buddy of eighteen years, Simon the cat in the larger one. As a family we choose to keep a small bit of dad with us, my mom has one, and all of us kids.

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I am indeed, a lucky girl.

Laugh Out Loud

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My odd, silly sense of humor has served me well over the years. Every once in awhile I like to think about what it was like being a kid, having that sense of wonder, and not caring what people thought.

As I get older I find myself doing the same thing, and still not caring if I laugh out loud.

I had a great childhood, and clearly remember wondering about things I didn’t fully understand, and doing weird things to find out what would happen.

Like...  When I was really young, maybe four or five, I thought the KFC bucket had real chicken in it, and I wondered how they got in in there. I loved watching the bucket turn around.

When I was about ten, I wanted to dig up lost treasure, so I buried a small box of plastic trinkets, then at a later date dug it up. I remember thinking how dirty everything was. lol

As a child one of the things I wanted to be was an archaeologist. One day I found a dead mouse, and buried it so I would have bones to dig up. I never did find the mouse and was really disappointed.

When I was about twelve, my grandfather shot a skunk, buried it, then told my cousin and I to leave it alone. Me being the archaeologist, I dug it up. My grandfather was not impressed, and my mother even less, I stunk for days!

I think about this now, and think….go girl go!

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I wouldn’t change a thing.

Anyone else remember doing silly things as a child?