Fed on 1/11, Wednesday.
Pressurized whole bird I’m still too exhausted to go grocery shopping so we are having a make-do meal day. One whole chicken into the pressure cooker, it is! Best face This thing smelled so, so, good. I considered just turning it into my food instead, but since that seemed strangely like stealing, I only took a tiny portion for myself. I love that bowl face so much! Chicken rice Dinner is the same chicken but with more turmeric and . . .
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Fed on 3/1, Tuesday. MP and the two two-legs eat anchovies for dinner. The humans had the fried kind (super delicious and worth the time and pain of prepping), and MP ate the boiled heads and all. . . .
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Fed on 2/20, Sunday. MP takes her liver coddled in blood, and chicken neck soup warm. I stole one liver from my dog and cooked it up at 1AM. Recipe included. . . .
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Day 2 of Chocolate Heart Attack. Maisy Chocolate Pancakes peed and pooped in the morning—still totally perfect boops. I noticed that the poops were glittering in the snow, due to the tiny bits of gold foil. It was pretty weird how small the foil was, considering THIS: (Reece’s Poop) . . .
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Fed on 12/31, Friday. New Years Eve!! Since I still have one of those nonflat TVs…and one that is hooked up to the Clem Birch box no less, the only way for us to do 3, 2, 1 at my house is by hanging out on my bed, where the sole TV is antennaeized by a guitar string. Hell yes! . . .
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Fed on 12/07, Tuesday. Here’s a nice breakfast. Turmericed beef soup type thing. I imagine this is what it looks like inside the belly of a “meat and potatoes—no vegetables, please” type of person. We went through the veggie mix kind of fast so we are veggie mixless for a few days. What we do have is some sexy necks for snacks. . . .
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Fed on 11/23, Tuesday. Pretty breakfast again! This is a breakfast veggie borscht topped with a big avocado and a scoop of roasted pumpkin. Since we’re full-on into hibernation mode, Piz made a giant pot of vegetarian borscht last night. Even though both our freezers are full. It was very yummy and sweet—just roasting all these veggies turned them into sugar cubes. I was going to say, “They don’t call ‘em sugar beets for nuttin’!”…but before that, I googled sugar beets to see if they’re too different for the reference from the gold beets we had, just to be sure. I should mention that I had a bad feeling about this one because it concerns the sugar industry, which is effed in every orifice as they come. . . .
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Fed on 11/21, Sunday. So pretty! This is Piz’s carrot, ginger & apple juice. It was super gingery and very delicious. Fresh juice always makes me feel like my lazy-ass cells appreciate that I cut to the chase. Chewing is for suckers! . . .
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Breakfast Fed on 11/11, Thurs. Last day of roofing for Piz. His poor parents had to come over again to help, and although I did get some pictures of all of us, no one would want to see them, so here’s just one of Piz blowing shit off the roof. MP watched us again from the glass door. I did find some torn up ziplock bag that may have had some kind of snack crumb in it when I came downstairs. Fggggg Since she . . .
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Fed on 10/26. These used to be very cold hearts until I warmed them up for MP. Now they’re nice. We’ve now definitely entered a “pre-cold” stage (apparently known as “fall”) in the forever of winter. I can tell because certain clothes suddenly feel out-of-the-question too thin, when for quite some time, they felt totally normal. It also usually makes us eat a buttload, especially hearty, heavy foods like laaaaaaamb. . . .
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fish with the tomato and the tortilla Since I’m no longer a real Japanese person, I happily buy and eat frozen fish. I also buy fish from places my parents were barely able to walk by without gagging during their last visit (FYI, Whole Foods—which also gags my obtuse nose on a bad day). My fish criteria is basically this: 1) it must be on sale, and not some BS 50 cents off; 2) it is not effed in terms of toxins (thanks, BP et al!) . . .
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eggs and greens Well, you know what I said about these raingarden-scaping eggs: easy, fast, nutritious—perfect for those without a plan, like me. They’re also versatile, lasts a long time (especially if boil it or something), not messy (unless I use my left hand), makes Piz fart, and the terrified, miserable and bad eggs from awful factory farms are currently in midst of a major, superduper, “even your lobbyists can’t make this go away” recall. raingarden-scaping eggs Anyway, these guys came from . . .
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