But I have now found my blogging style. I mean, I have always known my blogging style, it is smart ass humor most of the time, with a bit of tender, sweetness mixed in (Gag, that sounds weird, but I'll keep it. I'm tired of backspacing, and literally F ' ING TIRED)
I named it The Concoctions of My Life, because that is a funny word in my family. I like to cook, I really do. And sometimes I make do with whatever ingredients we have on hand. But my husband is a mixture of (when it comes to eating) old fashioned meat and potatoes guy and 'Ill try anything guy. But I'm never sure which guy is going to walk into the kitchen on any given night.
So when I would just "throw stuff together" that seemed a bit different, he would kinda sniff around, pick up the lids, give me a look, and want to know what it was called. If I didn't have an official name, then he would turn a bit weary. Feeling like it was something his crazy wife made up.
But I mean, why can't you boil pasta, stir in a can of white beans, and some sundried tomatoes, then some mushrooms and spinach as an after thought, and call it a dinner. But that was it, what to call it?
I would sometimes try to think of a name quickly, he needed a name, but then the only sound that would come out of my mouth was -
"well honey its a wibble schnabble, wopple boople, oh never mind! I made it up! Just eat it!"
" Ooohhh, it's another one of your CONCOCTIONS?" he would ask.