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I’ll have a recipe for you all tomorrow. Right now I’m baking up some tried and true recipes for some of my favorite dudes while rocking out in my kitchen to some good tunes. And I’m going to rattle on like a dope. I’m just not in the right mindset to come up with new recipes to make and shoot lately. Must be party-lag. It’s waning fast though. Even as I type, ideas are leaking into my mental desktop. Nice.

tulip(s) that nichole and luke brought for me

I know that several folks have complained about Daylight Saving Time kicking in, if for no other reason, the loss of an hour is pretty distressing for those of us with a shitload of stuff to do. But despite losing that precious hour, I kinda like that it stays light later. [Sorry babe, those of us in the higher latitudes experience far greater variations in daylight – but you know I still love ya.] The days are getting longer here… we’re on the upswing! That always puts an extra spring in my step. I mean more so than usual. Jeremy was explaining (in his calm, cool, collected and professorial way) why Daylight Saving Time is a crap concept and my mind just wandered off, smiling. I know it’s stupid, but I like it. I like it.

feels like spring

**Jump for more butter**

Things were not right with the world yesterday. It was too warm – like 60s in Boulder! And I got a flat tire in the canyon where there is no cell reception.

Just as I began to loosen the first lug nut, a nice gentleman in a huge truck came and changed my tire for me in ONE MINUTE. I tried to get his info so I could send him a bottle of wine or booze or a cake and he said, “M’am, I do this everyday, you don’t need to thank me.” Well, I did thank him verbally. I only noticed the AAA on his door as he pulled onto the road. Huh, I guess that makes sense since most people don’t carry pneumatic drills in their vehicles. But I might start to because I *love* it.

This morning… we have snow. Good. Good and Bad. Good, because I love snow and the local slopes were starting to show a little gardening (i.e. vegetation) on the black runs, which is uncool.

okay, okay… i feel better now

Bad? Well, bad, because Subie is at the service center in Boulder waiting for four new shiny tires and I have to go to Denver today… in Roo. Should be alright, me thinks, as long as the roads don’t get socked in (which I doubt they will).

Yup. So most things that were not right are now being set straight. Except for one.

Remember those chocolate macarons from yesterday? That post would not exist without the help of the one, the only Tartelette. She’s so popular, she was nominated in TWO categories for the Well Fed Network’s Best Food Blog awards. She is currently in second place in the Chef category. She is within striking distance! I am asking every damn one of you (damn in a good way, not the bad way – I’m cussing because I love you) to please get over there and vote your brains out for Tartelette before January 24, 8 pm EST. That’s tomorrow, kids!

I don’t know who Book the Cook is. Dude seems nice enough. But he is goin’ up against my girl and he has got *nothing* on Tartelette. He doesn’t have a French accent, probably doesn’t have her sexy legs, pics can’t hold a candle to hers, apparently doesn’t have a bad puppy who chews holes in the closet walls, and can we talk about artistry? Have you SEEN her blog? I mean, COME ON! Go – go now! Vote for Tartelette! Vote your ever lovin’ brains out for our girl!!! PLEASE!

I’m done shouting. Thank you.

Recipe: artichoke dip

you know what’s coming
We have a new president. A shiny, new, intelligent, thoughtful, gracious, handsome president. I was in good spirits this morning listening to my public radio feed flood the kitchen and great room with coverage of the inauguration. As I whipped meringue and ground almonds, I listened to Mr. Obama take the oath of office. And suddenly I stopped, stood there, and wept into my apron. Tears of joy. It means so many different things to so many people. I can’t even begin to list what it means to me. As tired as it may sound, I have hope. Not sure what hope may mean to you, but for me, hope coupled with realism and determination gets me through life. Well, I suppose I should say they helped me wade through the emotional and physical mess of cancer. I don’t get through life, I live it whole hog. But now I’m living it with a big ass smile on my face.

are you shittin’ me?
So I’m scanning my blog feeds this morning and I see that Susan of Wild Yeast is a finalist for the Well Fed Network Food Blog Awards in the Best Food Blog – Theme category. How awesome! I clicked on the link to see what other favorite blogs of mine made it to the finals. I always hope my favorites plaster the awards. I saw Jaden and Helen and Bea and Aran and Michelle and whoa! Use Real Butter?!?! In the Best Food Blog – Overall category?!

***Are you shittin’ me?!***

**Jump for more butter**