Since recipe blogs are so popular in the blog world, I decided to share a few of mine with all of you. If you can’t find all of the ingredients, don’t worry about it, the recipe probably isn’t going to turn out anyway.
First you find a squirrel that is between four and six inches tall and weighs about four ounces.
Next, tell him that you plan to fill a paper bag with powdered sugar, then you will put him into it and shake him around vigorously. Do not respond to any of the swearing that he does, it just makes them swear more.
Present the squirrel with a visual aide, just to let him know what it would be like in the bag.
Before he can consider his options, snatch him up and shake him in the bag…for at least fifteen minutes. When the timer goes off, pour him out of the bag. You should have a tasty little sugar covered squirrel who is quite happy with his appearance. Makes 0 servings. (Remember, be kind to animals.)
We’re actually having a winter this year…lucky for me because the deer have begun to pass closer to the house. They’re smelling the alluring scent of birdseed with a side of corn. I’ve actually considered building a drive thru window onto the house…then the deer can just come up to the window, place their order and leave happy. I would definitely add a happy meal toy to their bag of sunflower seeds or whatever it is they ordered, you want to keep your customers coming back.
Hmmmmm…this would mean that I would have to wear some kind of uniform when I worked at the window…I’d need to look professional after all. I’m thinking a pink tutu and the REALLY awesome cowgirl boots I bought in Montana. I know the deer wouldn’t see that part of my uniform but I could stick my leg out the window every now and then to show them my boots.
See you all later, I’m off to cut a hole in the side of the house for the ordering window and I need to get it done before hubby gets home.
I’m not sure if these two were fighting over the peanut or just having a good time…Actually, I think Blue Jay number one…the one with the peanut, is horrified by the fact that Blue Jay number 2 is zooming in to take possession of the peanut. If it were ME, I would go into a flumpty-lumpty sky diving maneuver and evade the clutches of the peanut thief. But that’s just me.
I’m looking at this image and wondering what Blue Jay number 1 said to Blue Jay number 2 to make him give up the chase. It must have been something really threatening, or pitiful, or rude. It could have been, “I’m telling your Mother on you.” It could have been, “I put my spit all over this peanut…do you still want it?” It could have been, “I’m taking this peanut home to my pregnant bird wife. She’s having terrible peanut butter cravings…do you really want to mess with a husband who better have a peanut with him when he gets home?”
Or it could have been, “Eating peanuts will make you pregnant.”