Meme for the fuck of it. Day Seven.

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.

1. A booger hanging off the end of your nose.
2. Hoarking.
3. Stinky farts.
4. Stubbing my toe.

These were far too easy. I could keep going, but these were the first things that came to mind which are pretty much guaranteed to wilt my chubby. HA!

Pest Song

Your habits drew me. I could tell by the way
you leave the milk out at night, bread box open
and grains untied, that you are passionate
and I was smitten, lived with you for months

before you knew I was alive, learned the wiring
of your moods, drinking from your cups
and tasting leaves of every book you’ve read, sly
and devoted as a friend. Forgetting the wisdom

of my kind, I cried out one night when you walked
through the door, and the set of your mouth
was a new kind of poison. You say
there can never just be one. It’s understood.

But be assured, you don’t know everything. I am
alone. When you bring others to our home
I make a scene. If they really loved you, they
would stay. I rest on your pillow, lick your soap,

embrace your toothbrush while you’re gone. Now
you’re setting traps, eyes mean as bleach,
but I can’t believe you really want to do me harm.
You’d miss me and not know why, my voice,

the grace notes of my feet. So I keep my hunger
wrapped up tight, watch my step, come out late
to stare at you from a dark place, and wait
until you’re fast asleep before kissing you goodnight.

- by Karen Solie
(thanks, kitty_licks)

Crackberry Pie

This is one of my favourite pie recipes. It's really simple to make. I bake it all the time, yet for some reason, I don't think I've ever posted the recipe. I just baked one now. Here's the recipe!

• 3 cups blackberries
  
• 1 cup cranberries (frozen are fine)
  
• 1/2 cup white sugar
  
• 1/2 cup whole wheat flour
  
• 1 recipe pastry for a 9 inch double crust pie
  
• a bit of milk
  
• sugar for sprinkling

- Heat oven to 425 degrees F.
- Combine berries with the sugar and flour. Dump into an unbaked pie shell.
- Cover with the top crust. Seal and crimp the edges. Cut slashes in the crust for ventilation.
- Brush the top crust with milk, and sprinkle with sugar.
- Bake at 425 degree F (220 degrees C) for 15 minutes. Reduce the temperature of the oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C), and bake for an additional 20 to 25 minutes.

It's extra nice with vanilla ice cream.

Hmm

“There is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one’s idea for thirty-five years; there’s something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps the most important of your ideas.”

- Fyodor Dostoevsky