It’s something I once eliminated from my diet.
I banned coffee, more or less, for a looong time.
And then I succumbed.
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It’s the only ‘habit’ I have.
As vices go, it’s not that bad.
And as mornings go: With coffee, they’re not that bad either. 😉
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I hope you are all having a good morning, lovelies.
And if you’re so inclined: Take an extra Saturday sip for me.
🙂
Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy
Makes your eyes light up
Your tummy say, “Howdy!”
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My apple harvest is a.ma.zing this year — my husband has picked more than 100 apples off our two trees so far and I suspect there are more coming.
At this point, along with baking my first apple spice loaf of the season, I have given some four dozen or more away and have been trying to be creative in using what’s left. Today (‘today’ not being today, today but rather ‘the day of this writing’) I made crock pot apple stuffing — which is just like regular stuffing only with apples in it — and I tried out a recipe I found online for Apple Pan Dowdy.
That picture up above? That’s pan dowdy!
And it’s super easy to make.
So for those of you who are into food: This is what Dinah Shore was singing about!
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Smoke on the water
Deep Purple
Fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
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I am inundated with smoke; it hangs heavy over the tops of trees and thickens the already-dense autumn fog into rolling waves of obscured air. Visibility is near nil. Headlights don’t so much slice through the morass as momentarily serrate the chunks of darkness into crumble-dust.
In already-surrealistic surroundings peopled with Orwellian masked men in an atmosphere of futuristic levels of automaton non-understanding, this blaze-induced further obscuration of clarity that chokes one’s very ability to breathe is portentious.
I claw for breath. For autonomy.
Impatient for movement. For escape.
My head throbs.
My eyes burn.
The stench of burnt ash clings to my skin.
My clothes are soaked in the stink of smoke.
I can no longer see the water from my window.
My neighboring island is nearly invisible, coated in an unclear haze of gray.
My coast is on fire.
What warms also destroys.
I know, eventually, the flames will die.
But I’m also well aware that these wildfires are not the only flames being ignited in the world right now.
And it’s the lingering smoke that kills.
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Post title and quoted lyrics borrowed from the Deep Purple song.
Not one of my favorite ZZ Top songs…
BUT
If the shoe jewelry fits: WEAR IT!
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This Sinful Sunday post is part of my Music-as-Muse September Song Project. To learn more about the project or to participate yourself, please click the badge above. For more Sinful Sunday pics, kiss the lips.
Post title borrowed from the ZZ Top song title of the same name.