THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

You know how it goes.

Life is just one thing after another.

It's kind of like . . . a week is just one day after another.

You start out and before you know it people are shouting TGIF!

It's Friday once again.

But it's a good thing there is only one Friday in a week.

I don't think you could stand more days than that of jocularity.

Let's see how you handle this Friday's dopey dizzy dose of daffiness.

Wordplay.

It's a strange thing.

Some people (your scribe included) love 'em, some people hate 'em.

Nevertheless, as long as the Trekkies are around puns will continue to exist.

Existence.

Now that's a strange thing too.

(Oh shut up, Catalyst!  We've had enough!)

So that's how you feel.

Well then just take my wish that you have an absolutely wonderful weekend and that's it's not just a weak end.

But always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

( . . . I think you're not the only one, pal . . . )

ANIMALS

The BAD (Beautiful Artistic Daughter) came up with a great idea the other day.

She was going to get rid of some tee shirts until her artistic eye caught site of an empty box.

So she stretched the shirt over the box, leaving the neck hole over the open part of it.

And here's what it became.

Yup!

A hidey-hole for a cat.

Mimi couldn't resist exploring it, as you can see.

Of course, some people just wouldn't understand.

That was sent to me by one of my elves, Comical Carol.

She talks to her dog.

SUNDAY, SUNDAY

Yesterday, I went through a 3-ring binder Judy had given me years ago with a few relatively easy recipes in it that I might try.

Over the years I hadn't cooked many of them but I had added and added to it until it was bulging and dangerous to open!

So I examined them all with a critical eye and tossed many of them.

Some were too difficult.

Some were too outdated.

Some were not something we might ever eat again.

So the binder is now slimmer.

No longer the monster that one feared to confront.

One of the recipes that I kept was for a breakfast casserole and, having all the ingredients in house, this morning I made it to start the day.

It was pretty good.

Pork sausage, bread cubes, eggs, milk, dry mustard, salt and pepper.

Easy-peasy.

We did find the addition at table of a dash of Sriracha sauce kicked it up a notch.

But it's a keeper and went back into the binder.

By the way, it was perfect for a very cold morning here of 19 degrees F.

The birdbath water was frozen solid and we're waiting for today's  very bright sun to thaw it.

A surprise visitor to it, and a disappointed one I'll wager, appeared to be a female robin.

It seems like the wrong time of year for robins but there she was.

Briefly.

She wasn't counting on an iced-over birdbath.

Maybe I should have invited her in to share our breakfast casserole.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

I know, I know, I've been remiss.

So did you miss me?

I haven't been having any problems, just a seemingly busy week.

I made Chicken Marsala and Pearl Couscous one day.

And yes, I guess it was a bit of a problem.

I boiled the couscous instead of simmering them so they kind of stuck to the pan.

A day or so later I tried again, just heated the leftover chicken and with my mentor's guidance made some fresh sauce to add to it.

Then I tried a new recipe with the couscous, toasting them in a tad of olive oil first before adding the water, bringing it to a boil and then simmering for awhile.

They were browned nicely from the toasting and tasted great so I'll keep that recipe in my head.

Well maybe not my head, which is a bit forgetful these days.

Maybe I'll put the printout in my recipe folder.

Oh and guess what?

I forgot to take pictures of any of it!

Judy (SWMBO) would say something like "That's a stroke of luck for your readers!"

But anyway, I'm here now with the very latest edition of . . . well, you know.

Those are the jokes, folks.

Now I'd like you to use all of your enterprise to have a remarkably star-studded weekend ahead.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

( . . . oh, yeah . . . )

SURPRISE!

 

Fresh from the oven yesterday, a loaf of Chocolate Chip Banana Bread.

Judy said it ought to be called "cake" rather than "bread".

But she (and I) liked it!

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

Here we go again, another year of ridiculously ribald and rambunctiosly rakish roars from my retinue of chucklemeisters.

In other words the Friday Funnies as sent by my Humor Elves.

It's all sunshine here in Arizona in early 2025 so let's begin the race toward 2026!

Now that's just not nice.

Let's help out with a couple of health reminders.

Oh wow, that water is hot!

Gee!

Some people just can't get over the holidays, I guess.

Let's forget them and take a trip back to the Olden Days.

I can hear it all the way here.  

You're groaning.

Well, let's see if the Trekkies have any wisdom for us.

Okay, I hear you, I'll stop.

Now I don't know about food and wine after what seems like weeks and months of fine dining or just overloading our plates, but do whatever you can to have a great, normal weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

( . . . oh, man, everyone has to get into the act . . . )

A NEW YEAR - NEW RECIPES

You just knew I couldn't get through this "weekend in the middle of the week" without showing you some of our culinary adventures, didn't you?

I spent a busy and tiring day in the kitchen yesterday, assisted as always by my much more experienced tutor and the head chef, Judy aka She Who Must Be Obeyed.

The first item on the agenda was an overnight breakfast casserole, known to midwesterners as a hotdish.

It combined eggs and milk and sausage and cheese and peppers and day-old bread, sourdough in this case.

The sausage was crumbled and sauteed until it wasn't pink anymore, then layered in a pan with the other ingredients, covered and refrigerated until this morning.

Then baked for an hour and enjoyed.

The other item on the agenda was a round of Brie, liberally coated with a Mango Habanero Pepper Jelly, then wrapped in puff pastry and baked.

It was the centerpiece at our New Year's Eve dinner.

Actually I suppose you could call it more of an indoor picnic as it combined big seedless red grapes from Peru, some slices of that sourdough bread, sliced apple, summer sausage and Judy's very special Deviled Eggs.

Of course there was Prosecco to enjoy with this little feast.

It was all tasty and put me to sleep by about 7:30 last night, which allowed me to miss the fireworks as a New Year entered the picture.

I hope your New Year's celebrations were equally as delicious.