Adventures in Cooking: Stir Fry on the Fly

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I am not an adventurous cook. Although I've come a long way in terms of culinary skill, I am still very much a recipe-following woman. In my mind, if a recipe calls for 1/8 a teaspoon of a spice I don't have, just forget it. I can't make the dish or the whole thing will be ruined. Putting in 3/4 cup onion when the recipe clearly calls for a 1/2 cup? That's just crazy talk! You get the idea. 

But when I looked in my fridge and saw 4 oz of mushrooms, half a green bell pepper, half a red onion, cauliflower, and two celery stalks that were all going to go bad if I didn't use them, even I could come up with "stir-fry." 

So I fired up some EVOO in a large skillet and got busy. I was pretty sure the cauliflower would take theNot too shabby... longest to cook, so I dumped that in there. Then the onions and bell pepper and some garlic. (I was momentarily panicked when I realized I had leftover red and yellow onion. Do I use one? Both? I went with red only.) Then I dumped in some tamari sauce. Then the mushrooms. 

 

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An Ode to My Nail Kit

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This is my nail kit. My sister has its twin. The nail kits were a Christmas gift to us from our aunt on my dad's side. Being approximately seven (my sister) and thirteen (me) when we received the kits, we were naturally as excited about unwrapping them as we were about unwrapping, say, socks or underwear.

But over the years, my sister and I have come to agree that the nail kits were one of the most practical and best gifts we've ever received.

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Seeking Feedback on WMMM Website

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It's here! I've spent this week working with uber website designer Melody Watson on the website for Who Moved My Mouse? There are still a few graphics and details to deal with and I have no idea what I'm going to do with the blog, but it's 80% there. Have suggestions or feedback? Contact me!

Click on the image below or visit www.selfhelpforcats.com. 

Where Does He Come Up With These Ideas?

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photo: © iStockphoto | Mehmet Salih Guler Sitting out on the back porch the other night (in 90 degree heat and 80% humidity, don't ask me why), Blair mentioned that, instead of taking Olivia to the vet, he was going to attempt to trim her claws himself. 

I leaned over and took his hands and stared deep into his eyes. "I just want you to know how much I've enjoyed our life together," I said. "I love you and I'll miss you terribly when you're gone."

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