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AKA My new favorite breakfast
Yummy and nutritious! )

Day 10

Sep. 16th, 2016 08:39 am
asphaltcowgrrl: (Dark Side Cookies)
Day 10: If you could only live off one food and one beverage for the rest of your days, what would they be?
God, I'm hungry... )
asphaltcowgrrl: (Zayne's Crazy Pants)
First, the weirdness.  A couple weeks ago, my bosses moved into the 21st century and bought iPhones for our foremen – and for me.  Not that it matters for me because I never leave the office, but it’s nicer than giving fifteen men my personal cell.  In the two weeks that I’ve had this phone, I’ve gotten nine Facetime calls from some random Chicago-based number.
Is it lunchtime yet? )
Stroganoff-Style Knife and-Fork Burgers )
But wait, I promised you dessert, too, didn’t I?  You’re right, I did.  And funny story here.  My 14-year-old texted me the other day telling me she was bored.  I jokingly told her that I had a pie she could make.  When I came home that night, there was a pie in the fridge.

So, I found this Cream Cheese Lemonade Pie on Pinterest last weekend and, since we’re well into our triple-digit summer already, I thought it’d be the perfect dessert.  Turns out, it really is.  Light, fluffy, and refreshing.  Also, simple to make.
Cream Cheese Lemonade Pie )
So, at this point, you’re either rolling your eyes at me or cursing me because you’re hungry.  Either way, I’m sorry… kind of.
asphaltcowgrrl: (Madness or brilliance)
So, my parents were born and raised in a little town in Illinois and, although my palate has progressed past the meat and potato (both usually fried) staples we had growing up, sometimes I fall firmly back into those culinary wormholes my mother opened in my soul. It doesn't help that my husband's family is from Indiana and shares similar pitfalls in their diet, but I digress.
Trashy food can be tasty, too )
asphaltcowgrrl: (Warren)
Because [ profile] kaige68 asked for it.
Mmmm... )
asphaltcowgrrl: (Warren)
The only problem with Kaige following me on Pinterest is she uses me as her Guinea pig when she's curious about a recipe.  Wait, that's not exactly a bad thing, is it?  No, it's actually  not. :D
Why do I always forget my cut? )
asphaltcowgrrl: (Police)
Becuase [ profile] kaige68 asked how it was and I forgot to tell her.
Winner winner chicken dinner )
asphaltcowgrrl: (today)
Today's special is... )
asphaltcowgrrl: (Warren)
Yumminess inside )

Who Knew?

Jun. 17th, 2015 09:35 am
asphaltcowgrrl: (Limey)
Food talk inside :D )
asphaltcowgrrl: (Limey)
Don't enter if you're hungry )
asphaltcowgrrl: (Warren)
Cooking related babble within )
asphaltcowgrrl: (Warren)
Or both, if you wish.
Here comes Peter Cottontail... )
asphaltcowgrrl: (Warren)
So, I don't normally do this, but a friend asked for this recipe and since I had to type it anyway, I thought I'd share.  My husband was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes in 2002 and since then, I've been trying to find ways to feed his pasta cravings without going overboard.  To further complicate issues, several months ago, my then-14-year-old daughter (now 15!) decided to go vegetarian.  So, my meal plan making is such an adventure these days.  Anyway, my husband found this fabulous cookbook called The With or Without Meat Cookbook.  So, every recipe starts vegetarian and gives you the option to add meat if you want.  Perfect!  But wait, it gets better.  It's actually a diabetic cookbook.  SCORE!

Yummy in my tummy )
asphaltcowgrrl: (Snoopy Typewriter)
Title:  Sugar, Sugar
Pairing:  Pre-Slash Travis/Wes
Rating:  PG-13, I know, it's like I'm not even trying anymore... 
Word Count: 700, on the nose, baby, if you count titles. LOL
Warnings:  None, it's pretty mild, unless you have some kind of trigger involving powdered sugar. :)  
Beta: [ profile] skyesurfer12 who is even now, as we speak, craving a donut
Spoilers:  None
Author's Note: This is what happens when Walgreens runs out of chocolate donuts and forces me to swerve and hit the powdered sugar ones instead.

Read more... )

Sugar, Sugar

Wes hated it when Travis ate in his car.  Hated.  It.  However, for the sake of their partnership – and the hope of getting out of couple’s therapy someday – he usually made a valiant attempt to at least try to swallow his irritation and instead kept a close eye on his partner, praying he didn’t get grease on the dash or soda on the leather.  A pile of napkins forever at the ready.  That is, until today. 

Today Travis had finally crossed the line. 

Wes glared at the handsome, blue-eyed man in his passenger seat as he slowly unfolded the top of a paper bag.  He’d had a moment of panic when he’d seen the purple and orange logo gracing one side of the bag, knowing that inside was a plethora of sugary, greasy, possibly sprinkle-covered goodness.  This was more than Wes could handle. 

Breathe, he told himself.  It’s not that bad.  He wouldn’t dare bring a –

“Hey man, want a donut?” 

Wes’ eyes widened at the sight of his worst nightmare.  A freaking powdered sugar donut was held aloft in his partner’s fingers, just ten inches from his face.  He watched as Travis waved it slowly back and forth, confectioner’s sugar breaking free from the fried dough and drifting like snow onto Travis’ dark skin and Wes’ charcoal grey interior. 

Travis watched his partner’s nostrils flare in response to the offering he held.  “Here, I thought it might be your favorite, although you’ve never actually said so.” 

“I don’t want the damn donut, Travis,” he said.  If he clenched his teeth any harder, his jaw might just lock. 

Travis blinked.  He hadn’t expected such a vehement response, but he shrugged it off.  It was hard telling sometimes how Wes would react to any given thing.  Opening his mouth, he lifted the white confection to his lips and smiled.  “If you say so, Blondie.” 

Wes watched him lift the circle of carbs and fat to his mouth, opening wide and taking a large bite.  Powdered sugar and cakey crumbs smeared along his full, lower lip as he pulled the donut away, chewing.  Travis took another bite, smudging white powder along his upper lip this time.  With a third bite, a drift of sweetness landed on Travis’ chin, accentuating the café au lait of his skin.  By the fourth bite, Wes found himself inexplicably unable to look away.  His partner’s mouth, all strong teeth and luscious lips, held his full focus. 

Travis shoved the last of the donut into his mouth, the tip of his tongue darting out to capture a bit of the sugar on his upper lip.  A tortured sound filled the interior of the Chrysler and it took them both a moment before realizing the sound had come from Wes. 

Blue eyes sparkling with mischief, Travis lifted an eyebrow.  “Problems?”

He was answered succinctly and desperately when Wes launched himself over the center console, securing himself against Travis’ chest, one knee on the divider, the other firmly planted in the driver’s seat.  The blonde pressed his mouth greedily against the other man’s, biting, licking, and devouring every last speck of donut he could find.  Sugar coating his tongue, lust infusing his body, Wes was unable to stop molesting his partner’s mouth. 

Slowly, he regained control of himself, breathing hard and craving more than just an old fashioned cruller.  Wes released his grip on Travis’ jaw, withdrawing far enough to be able to look into the depths of his partner’s seductive eyes.  “You are never allowed to eat donuts in my car again.  Ever.”  He leaned in closer, licking just a hint of powdered sugar from the corner of Travis’ mouth, clearing the last of the contraband from his being.  “Do you understand me?”

Astounded not just by the way Wes’ coffee-flavored kisses amplified the sweetness of what he’d been eating, but also by the warmth of his partner’s skin, the aggressiveness of his attack, Travis simply nodded, unable to vocalize a simple one-word answer.  Yes.  Tamping down on the sudden urge to grin, he met Wes’ gaze directly and nodded a second time, reassuring, while contemplating what kind of chaos a Boston Crème might cause tomorrow morning. 


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