Hell hath no fury like a bathed cat.
Although I adore a deep warm bubble bath...Tucker does not share my enthusiasm.
That glare can only mean one thing~
"I KNOW where you sleep..."
Actually, this photo was taken on a previous bathing occasion. Today's bath was a self-inflicted necessity. After nearly 13 years of clean living...his close encounter with a less hygienic stray resulted in mites.
The only solution...and the vet concurred...Lime Dip which is basically a sulphur based kill-on-contact medicated...well...dip. Which is every bit as horrible as it sounds.
When Chris and Jake stopped by this afternoon the moaning of the damned was emanating from the back room and the door to the bathroom had become "The Portal to Hell". The smell of sulphur hung thick in the air. (...fire and brimstone, anyone...)
And although you would think traumatized for life...after he dried all seemed forgiven if not necessarily forgotten...and he shared my broiled Sirloin as though he had not been required to swim across the river Styx, earlier.
And not sure it is entirely proper to knife into an amazing Sirloin...with sautéed Portabellas and onions and minced fresh garlic...fresh steamed asparagus spears dripping with (real) butter...half a baked sweet potato...Sweet Tea and a home-made Raspberry Trifle for afters...while you are watching Les Miserables.
(...kept waiting for French rabble to Break Down the Door..."Here have some CAKE"...oops...)
And smiling at photos of my 3 year old grandson, Brenden. And the news that sometime in the near future my oldest will be back for a visit with all the kids (and me...)
A double book review this week...and a wonderful interview with both writers.
The first...by Joe Hill (Stephen King's Eldest Son)
(...a license plate joke...Nosferatu...)
A grab you by the throat novel from the first chapter.
Definitely one of those-damned-books...you know...the kind you pick up and finish hours and hours and hours later while the kids and pets wonder why dinner hasn't been served...and mumble about the service in the place sucking. A horrific trip to Christmas-land with Charlie Manx in a 1938 Rolls-Royce where children disappear...forever.
Peter Pan's Neverland if it had sharp pointy teeth and was evil and undead.
His 4th novel...and possibly the best to date.
Definitely continuing the King legacy. A "must read" for psychological horror fans.
The debut novel of Owen King (Stephen King's Youngest Son)
Depicting a son with "father-issues" (the father in the story is a B-grade washed up actor) who (although) Owen stated in several interviews was a depiction of Orson Welles one still gets the unsettling feeling that Owen may have more than one "father-issue" of his own...and despite his protests this may be a literary vent of almost autobiographical proportions. The alcohol...the drugs...the other women. Verbose. At times disjointed...difficult to read/finish. Definitely a different path than the Stephen King/Joe Hill scare the living hell out of them and leave them with nightmares...and possibly worth the look see just because it is different...but I'm not sure that even curiosity is a reason to waste time with this one. Suit yourself.
I once made the fatal mistake in a Stephen King Usenet Group (...way back in the dark ages before Facebook...when all there was...were written comments and sometimes by the more creative,ASCII Art...nope not a single cute kitten anywhere...) a fairly sexist comment concerning Tabitha King and her lack of literary talent...something along the lines of hoping she baked cookies...and yes...I was soundly flamed and for a time shunned for my heresy...never underestimate the level of loyalty among fanatical Stephen King Fans...
One (Dani) went as far as to say that Stephen sometimes reads/comments the group and
"How DO you think that would make him feel???"
Hmmm...like having cookies and milk, maybe.
Well...now I am hoping there is room in that kitchen for Owen, as well.
In the kitchen.
Tonight's dessert recipe
In clear parfait cups or for the more adventurous and for amazing presentation- wine glasses...layer crumbled (day old) yellow cake chunks...canned raspberry topping...and whipped cream. Alternating until glass or cup is filled to the top.
Refrigerate for several hours or ideally overnight. All flavors will mingle and become a layered pudding-like dessert. Just before serving top with spritz of whipped cream and garnish with fresh raspberries or shaved dark chocolate curls.
Great way to use up excess cake...and looks/tastes like a dessert fit for The Queen :) Having originated in England, doubtless at one time or another it has been.