“Everyone has a guide into the cosmos (animus) and one into the heart (anima). Don’t do it all yourself. Let the guides sing.” ~thomas moore
Hey Spatchcocked Chicken,
Sorry I could not help you get hooked up with a realtor. So what about your sister? With all of her clients, is not one of them a realtor???
Okay, so are you wondering what a spatchcocked chicken is, or do you already know, smarty pants? If not, here is your weekend Hurricane Joaquin cooking assignment:
Hello Ms. P. Soup,
Have not floated away yet! Sister is in Mexico. Will inquire forthwith upon her return. I have got to get out of here. Feeling more stuck than ever tonite. Don’t know why. It was a truly good day.
When I discovered I had a flat – car was in the garage. How lucky was that for me… and the AAA guy I summoned to fix it!? Got a great deal on two new tires. Got Fed Ex guy to give me a lift back to mechanic from breakfast restaurant during down pour. Took some of my artwork to be scanned for future replication and sale. Took one of my favorite framed pieces of art to get fixed – for FREE! Did some work on a new and wonderfully challenging painting. Had scrumptious grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner. Then enjoyed my favorite TV SHOW – Mary Tyler Moore – on DVD.
I have many friends whom I love and who love me dearly. And I have you, my best friend who always has my back!
So why the fuck am I crying so much again? Just feeling it … again … damn it!So when I say I have to get out of HERE, this is what I mean.
Spatchcocked Chicken (which I have made before, but simply called it “butterflied.” And which I will be making this Sunday cuz the link you supplied looked so damn yummy!)
Are you as grateful as me for your own stalwart best bud with whom you share a long history, have a special lingo and can be utterly and really truly who you are?