So I am trying to be a vegetarian. I’m trying real hard. But I swear I live in Meatville. And I can deal with that, but I hate not eating what people make for me. 
Today Trina of Naughty Curry read my last post about the Rottweiler and the lost chutney, heard I was sick, took pity, and actually came over to my crappy apartment. While I was zonked ( Read more... )

So I almost got killed by Trobee's Rottweiler. I had to have this tomato-onion chutney that was the secret ingredient to the pita-pizzas she served up at her wild St. Patty's Party. I knew the dog hates me, but I just couldn't get the flavors out of my head. Plus, Naughty Curry hadn't posted the recipe yet, otherwise I would have made it my damn ( Read more... )