Pumpkin pulpit

I wonder how Barack O'Lantern sales are doing? I have yet to see one in the neighborhood. And they were never there when I walked Preston over to buy one.

Camarones chimichurri con arroz. I had to pack away my organic local seasonal pulpit and admit that every ingredient came out of the freezer. Frozen shrimp. Frozen chimichurri marinade. Frozen rice. Yes, I keep my rice in the freezer. Trying to eat organic local and seasonal takes a lot of time and effort. I'm often lazy.

Butt crack

Dear Santa, I've been a good boy this year. Please bring me skunks and squirrels and chipmunks and possums and ducks and geese and cows and sheep. No cats please. And I like the dog biscuits that smell like stinky ass.



Some killer swiss chard from the backyard. I may have been a bit aggressive with the chile peppers.



Mushroom pasta, and tuna bean salad. Just one fish this year. We'll ease into Italy's traditional feast of the seven fishes slowly.



Some rosemary lemon chickens. Christmas goose would have required a lot more planning and effort. This year's holiday theme is Sloth. So this year's Christmas dinner I pulled out of my ass in a couple of hours.



And my pumpkin pie cracked. I may have to dial down the temperature of the oven.