Happy Halloween!!!!!

We all celebrate Halloween a bit differently. Some like candy, some like costume parties, some like to watch scary movies, but this is my choice.

I had a much smaller version of this photo, but thanks to Suzy, we now have one that's big enough to see!

*sigh* Don't you just love pumpkins?

Camping, anyone?

I've never been much of a camper. Oh, I can do it, and I enjoy cooking over a fire, but the sleeping on the ground thing has never really appealed to me. Too many aches and pains for that.

But these pictures Donna sent me just might make me rethink that.

What about you? Do you enjoy camping?

Whopping Weasel Thursday???

Okay, here's the whopping weasel a day late.

He's lying naked on the beach waiting for whatever walks by. My, how confident he is!

He might not like what he gets, though. You have to wonder what these guys think about to get into that state. Is there a hot babe standing off to his right, or what? They say photo sessions are pretty much "Do this, do that" but I still wonder.

A friend (who shall remain nameless to protect her innocence) sent me this link yesterday. http://www.accidentaldong.com/
I think perhaps she's not as innocent as she would have us all believe. She's a lurker here, too.

Still waters run deep. . . .

Feeling Lucky?

Yeah, I know. It's Wednesday, so there should be some whopping weasels here, but Donna wanted a post of one of her favorite hunks, Lucky Vanous, and not having any objections to his hotness, I am quite willing to comply.







So, here he is! You may remember him as the Diet Coke guy from a few years back. I bet he sold several oil tankers full worth of the stuff. My friend Suzie is still drinking it, although I'm not sure that Lucky is responsible for that.






















































You be the judge. Does this make you want to drink Diet
Coke, or does it do something completely different?




I'm blogging on Casablanca Authors today. Grab a Diet Coke and come on over!

Tasty Tuesday Sausage and Biscuits!

Looks like Donna's cooking breakfast for the guys! Guess I'd better find some hungry hunks for her!

Big Daddy Biscuits For All Our BIG HUNKS

GREAT With BIG SAUSAGE GRAVY

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PREP TIME	30 Min
COOK TIME	15 Min
READY IN	45 Min
Original recipe yield 6 grand sized biscuits

6 servings

INGREDIENTS

2 cups all-purpose flour

• 1 tablespoon baking powder
• 1 teaspoon salt
• 1 tablespoon white sugar
• 1/3 cup shortening
• 1 cup milk

DIRECTIONS

1. Preheat oven to 425 degrees F (220 degrees C).
2. In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar. Cut in the shortening until the mixture resembles coarse meal. Gradually stir in milk until dough pulls away from the side of the bowl.
3. Turn out onto a floured surface, and knead 15 to 20 times. Pat or roll dough out to 1 inch thick. Cut biscuits with a large cutter or juice glass dipped in flour. Repeat until all dough is used. Brush off the excess flour, and place biscuits onto an ungreased baking sheet.

   BiG Sausage Gravy

   GREAT With Big Daddy Biscuits

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   PREP TIME	5 Min
   COOK TIME	25 Min
   READY IN	30 Min

   4 Servings

   INGREDIENTS (Nutrition)

   • 1 (12 ounce) package maple flavored sausage(BIG MEAT)
   • 3 tablespoons butter
   • 1/4 cup all-purpose flour
   • 3 cups whole milk
   • salt and pepper to taste

   DIRECTIONS

Place sausage in a large, deep skillet. Cook over medium-high heat until evenly brown. Remove sausage with a slotted spoon, leaving the drippings in the pan. Stir in the butter until melted. Add flour, and stir until smooth. Reduce heat to medium, and cook until light brown. Gradually whisk in milk, and cook until thickened. Season with salt and pepper, and stir in cooked sausage. Reduce heat, and simmer for 12 to 15 minutes. If gravy becomes too thick, stir in a little more milk. VERY YUMMY!

I've always wanted to cook for a bunch of hungry cowboys. Guess now is the time to start. This guy looks tired and hungry... for something.....

Wild and Windy!

There's a type of weather that I associate with fall, but more specifically with a book I read as a child called The Witch of Blackbird Pond. I have no memory whatsoever of the story, but the cover had a picture of a girl standing by a pond surrounded by wind-tossed trees. Ever since then, I always thinks of a day in the fall that is cloudy, windy, and warm as a Witch of Blackbird Pond Day.

Friday was just such a day. This isn't the greatest video quality you'll ever see, (I used my phone) but if you turn up the sound, you can get an idea of what I mean. Peaches, of course, just had to get into the movie and couldn't stand the thought of me standing still and not doing anything and tried to get a reaction out of me. You know how most puppy pictures are a blur? Well, puppy movies are, too!



It started raining right after that, so we both ran back to the porch and Peaches went wild! You can hear how windy it is just by listening to the windchimes, can't you?



I don't think I have much of a future as a cinematographer, do I? Guess I'd better stick to writing novels--or at least get a better camera. . . .

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

Here's a better look at the eyes and the buns!

I'm on Wickedly Romantic today, so come on over and have a great Sunday!

Saturday's Hunk of the Day!

The piercings and tattoos are subtle, and so is the smile.

Enjoy your weekend!

Hunk hunter's lament. . . .

Where are all the hunks?

I don't know, but they're getting harder and harder to find these days. Take this guy for example. He's cute, and I'd like to see more of him, but this picture is designated with a number, rather than a name. You can't Google a number and expect to find anything.

I find lots of pictures of muscle hunks, but most of them gross me out. Sad, but true.

I've been blogging here on the CBEB for almost a year now, and I have used a lot of hunks. Perhaps I'm too particular, but unless I like the look of them, they don't get posted. I go through hundreds of photos, and snag only one or two.

I might have to post more pictures of Peaches and my horses just to fill in.

Sharon! We need your help!!!!!

BTW, did anyone ever check out Leo's video? Or if you did, were you rendered speechless?

I'm working on the revisions to Hero, and I'm not sure I'm helping it any, but I guess we'll see....

The icing on the cake of my day....

On Monday, I just had to get out of the house, so I took the recycling to our local center. It had been piling up for quite some time, and I had a lot of it. I arrived there only to find that everyone else had decided to recycle, too, so I had to park a good distance from the door. I walked back and forth between other vehicles hauling in my stuff and was already feeling a bit irritated when, as I was dumping some old rejection letters into the bin, (yes, it was time to get rid of them!) a lady said to me, "Is that your silver car parked out there?"

Having confirmed this, she then went on to tell me that someone had just backed into it. I looked out, and, yes, there was a truck near my car, but I didn't see any damage to the rear end, so I finished what I was doing and went out. The truck had already driven off, and the rear end was fine, but there was a rather large dent in the rear door on the driver's side. According to the witness, the driver of the truck got out, surveyed the damage, and then got back in the truck and drove off.

So, I called my insurance agent, the local police, and my husband (in that order) and waited for the police officer to arrive. A man who works at the center heard the lady telling me about it, but didn't witness it, and I didn't get a license number. The surveillance camera was pointing in the opposite direction and was not running. To top it all off, there's a $500 deductible on that particular insurance policy.

The police officer was nice, but not cute, and had that shaved head look that I can't stand. I even searched Google images in vain trying to find just one handsome policeman, and none of the few I found did anything for me.

There is truly no justice in this world. . . .

Whopping Weasel Wednesday!

This one leaves a little something to the imagination, but not a whole helluva lot.

We've discussed Leo a few times, and I've done a bit of research on him. Apparently at one time he thought NINE INCHES was NORMAL!!!

Poor baby! It must have come as such a shock. . .

I ought to be able to work that into a story somewhere. What he thinks is typical has women's eyes popping out of their sockets. Well, now, wait a minute.... that's true for all of the Zetithians, isn't it? Must go back to the drawing board again. . . .

A little bit more about Leo. He's Italian, but no accent. VERY American that way. Wears glasses, too, which seemed odd in that video where he wasn't wearing anything else. . . .

Tasty Tuesday Chili!

Donna's cooking again! This time it's a nice hot chili to warm you up on a cold night!

Rated: RG gives it Two Thumbs up. Submitted By: Donna Cooks Prep Time: 15 Minutes Cook Time: 8 Hours Ready In: 8 Hours 15 Minutes Servings: 8

"The slow cooker is a great way to make chili. This beefy chili is packed with beans, veggies, and spice."

Ingredients:

1 pound ground beef 3/4 cup diced onion 3/4 cup diced celery 3/4 cup diced green bell pepper 2 cloves garlic, minced 2 (10.75 ounce) cans tomato puree 1 (15 ounce) can kidney beans with liquid 1 (15 ounce) can kidney beans, drained

1 (15 ounce) can cannellini beans with liquid or Canned Baked Beans 1/2 tablespoon chili powder 1/2 teaspoon dried parsley 1 teaspoon salt 3/4 teaspoon dried basil 3/4 teaspoon dried oregano 1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper 1/8 teaspoon hot pepper sauce

Directions:

1.	Place the beef in a skillet over medium heat, and cook until evenly brown. Drain grease.
2.	Place the beef in a slow cooker, and mix in onion, celery, green bell pepper, garlic, tomato puree, kidney beans, and cannellini beans. Season with chili powder, parsley, salt, basil, oregano, black pepper, and hot pepper sauce.
3.	Cover, and cook 8 hours on Low. But if that doesn't get your temperature up, you might try a little Derrick on the side. When Donna starts talking about meat, I always think of Derrick. Why IS that ?

The "Look"

I forget just what site I was on when I found this one of Benji, but I was pretty sure you ladies would enjoy it. For my money, it's proof positive that he doesn't have to strip down to his undies to get your attention--or to say a word. He just has to give you that "look."

So how does that look translate into words? How can you describe it without using a picture? I think what you have to do is to focus on the reaction of the person looking into those arresting eyes, which is the tack I've taken in writing Renegade. I took that look, made him Zetithian, made him really tall, and made him (sorry Benji!) a virgin.

He's finally found a girl who does it for him, though, and he's got to woo her, but, never having paid much attention in "How To Entice A Female 101," he's clueless. I think the idea of a Zetithian man who doesn't know anything about women is sort of fun, particularly after the other guys who were all experienced in some way. This time, it's the girl who knows more than the guy, but she's wanting to go back to her old boyfriend, and it's our hero's job to make her change her mind, and his awkwardness is just part of his charm.

Of course, a tall Zetithian who looks like Benji shouldn't have much trouble doing that, should he? What are your thoughts?

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

Feel like sleeping in?


Thought so!

I'm on Casablanca Authors and Wickedly Romantic today.

Arrggh!!! I'd much rather be playing with Zack....

Saturday's Hunk of the Day!

Those jeans look like they'd slide right off if you just gave them a teeny-tiny tug. . . . don't they?

Enjoy the Day!

Feeling a bit chilly....

It's gotten freakin' COLD here! I just got back from the barn and my hands are numb. Not ready for this yet. The portable heaters are working overtime and I'm not convinced that it's time to fire up the woodstove, though this could be the night. I'm not sure how clean the flue is, either.

I'm trying to follow editor's orders and not write anything for a week. Hard to do. Not sure what I'll do with myself. Probably watch Food Network and cook too much. It'll be a good weekend for chili, though. Donna sent me her recipe, which I'll try out in the next couple of days if I get the chance. I've got it posted for next Tuesday.

In the meantime, this guy has been working hard and has gotten his hands all dirty. He's hot, sweaty, and needs to remove more of his clothes to help him cool off. Maybe you ladies can help him out. . . .

Eight weeks old!

Peaches is now eight weeks old and had just had her first bath when I took this picture on Monday. She did very well with her bath, but it's probably the first and only time I'll be able to do it in the kitchen sink! I used a peach mango dog shampoo, so now she smells more like her name.

Don't let this pose fool you. In the three weeks since she came to live with us, she's grown from a very timid puppy to a little wild woman. Everyone talks about how quickly children grow up, but Peaches has almost doubled in size in less than a month!

Like puppies, books grow very quickly. What started as an idea a few short weeks ago is now taking shape. At the time I wrote this entry, Renegade had already grown to 17,000 words. That doesn't sound like much when you have to write at least 90,000, but I'm starting to get a feel for the characters and the story, just as I'm getting a feel for Peaches and her personality. When I first start writing a book, I don't have a clear cut personality for my characters. I have a few traits and a physical appearance, but that's about it. As I write, they develop in my mind and their motivations become clearer.

With a new story in the works, I find my imagination centers on it while I'm doing other things. I might be washing the dog or washing the dishes, and my trusty ol' brain will pop in with another idea. This usually works better than if I sit in front of my computer and try to force it. But sometimes, the story and the dialogue just flows.

Here's hoping that everything flows for you!

Visiting Brown County

Mikey was home from Purdue for fall break this past weekend, and one of the things he wanted to do was to visit Nashville, Indiana. The weather was perfect, so we spent a pleasant Sunday afternoon strolling along the streets and going through all the different shops.

Funny thing about Nashville, when I lived in Louisville, we referred to it as Brown County, but the folks in Indiana refer to it as Little Nashville. Either way, if you're looking to do a little sightseeing and maybe find a few treasures, it's a nice spot to visit, particularly in the fall.

I have a lot of memories of this town. My family went several times when I was a kid, and Bud and I went a time or two when we were dating and spent our honeymoon in a cabin in Brown County State Park. Mikey probably doesn't remember his first trip. He was about eighteen months old and rode in a backpack the whole time.

I used to buy a lot more things there when I was younger. Twenty years ago, I bought two maple cutting boards--one big enough to make bread on--that I still use to this day. I've gotten various home decorations and belts and purses (one that I carried for twenty years), but I find that as I've grown older, I buy less stuff all the time. What I really need to do is have a yard sale and start over again, but the fact is that I've lost my desire to purchase items just because they're pretty.

I'm not sure just when I went so utilitarian. It's been such a gradual process that I didn't notice it. I was always one for buying useful items, but occasionally I'd buy something that just smelled good or looked nice sitting on a table. The pretty knickknacks disappeared from my coffee table when the kids were small, and now I don't even have a coffee table. I still love flowers, though, and these asters are some of my favorites. I've never been able to get them to grow at my house, so I have to take pictures of them where I find them.



















Sam didn't want to go on this adventure, preferring to stay home and do the laundry. I know that sounds unbelievable, but I made the mistake of not warning Sam in advance that we were thinking about taking the trip, so he hadn't done the laundry on Saturday. He might have gone if I had. Anyway, he told me to take pictures, so I did. Here are a few of them.

This fountain was part of a larger garden, but it was the best part. I've always liked those "water features" in gardens, but I have an idea they're harder to maintain than they look, so I've never put one in. Like the asters, I just admire them when I find them.



























Windchimes are another thing I'm rather fond of. I've run through several really nice ones over the years, but they don't last very long when left out in the weather. The last set (a small one) that my sister gave me a few years ago is hanging in the kitchen, where it will probably last forever, but they only chime when I hit them accidentally.



























They have carriage rides through the streets of Nashville, but the only time we've ever ridden in one was when the kids were little. I still take their pictures, though, and the man you see playing the guitar has been a street musician there for as long as I can remember.





















Just to prove I was there, and to demonstrate the size of this plant, I had Mikey take my picture with it.



























In the end, I didn't buy anything but lunch, a blue crystal for Sam, and some gourmet dog treats for Peaches--who is growing like a weed, by the way. I'll take some pictures of her and post them later this week. In the meantime, I hope you're all enjoying the fall!

Tasty Tuesday Halloween Fun!

Donna sent me another one that looks pretty tasty. This would be great fun at a Halloween party!

MUMMY DOGS

Ingredients:

• 1 (11 ounce) package refrigerated breadstick dough (8 count) plain or Corn Meal

• 8 hot dogs (5 inchers--that's average wiener size, you know!)
• mustard
• poppy seed optional
  

Directions

1. Preheat oven to 375°F Using 1 dough strip for each, wrap hot dogs to look like mummies, leaving an opening for eyes.

2. Place on ungreased baking sheet.

3. Bake 12 to 15 minutes or until light golden brown.

4. Place dots of mustard and poppy seeds for eyes and enjoy!
   

5. Wrap hunk in gauze for optimum enjoyment!
6. Unwrap hunk for even more fun!
   

7. 

More about the plight of America's farmers....

Having farmers in my family and written about a farmer in Outcast, I feel this is an important issue, whether it's erotic or not. Then again, it just might be an erotic issue . . . without cows, we would have no cowboys!

My sister Marcy sent me this email, but rather than forwarding it, I'm posting it. Feel free to copy and paste it into an email to send out as you see fit.

Who knows? Maybe together we can make a difference!

I'm sure those of you who aren't in the cattle business don't understand
the issues here. But to those of us
whose living depends on the cattle market, selling cattle, raising the
best
beef possible.... This is frustrating.
This will keep us from ever stopping there again, even for a drink.
The original message is from the Texas Cattle Feeders Association
American cattle producers are very passionate about this.

McDonald's claims that there is not enough beef in the USA to support
their
restaurants. Well, we know that is not so. Our opinion is they are
looking
to save money at our expense. The sad thing of it is that the people of
the
USA are the ones who made McDonald's successful in the first place, but
we
are not good enough to provide beef.

We personally are no longer eating at McDonald's, which I am sure does
not
make an impact, but if we pass this around maybe there will be an impact
felt.

All Americans that sell cows at a livestock auction barn had to sign a
paper
stating that we do NOT EVER feed our cows any part of another cow. South
Americans are not required to do this as of yet.

McDonald's has announced that they are going to start importing much of
their beef from South America . The problem is that South Americans
aren't
under the same regulations as American beef producers, and the
regulations
they have are loosely controlled.

They can spray numerous pesticides on their pastures that have been
banned
here at home because of residues found in the beef. They can also use
various hormones and growth regulators that we can't. The American public
needs to be aware of this problem and that they may be putting themselves
at
risk from now on by eating at good old McDonald's..

American ranchers raise the highest quality beef in the world and this is
what Americans deserve to eat. Not beef from countries where quality is
loosely controlled. Therefore, I am proposing a boycott of
McDonald's until they see the light.

I'm sorry but everything is not always about the bottom line, and when it
comes to jeopardizing my family's health, that is where I draw the line.




I am sending this note to about thirty people. If each of you send it to
at
least ten more (30 x 10 = 300) ...
and those 300 send it to at l east ten more (300 x 10 = 3,000) ... and so
on, by the time the message reaches the sixth generation of people, we
will
have reached over THREE MILLION consumers!

I'll bet you didn't think you and I had that much potential, did you?
Acting
together we can make a
difference. If this makes sense to you, please pass this message on..

David W. Forrest, Ph.D ., PAS, Dipl.
ACAP Department of Animal Science
Texas A&M University
Phone (979) 845-3560
Fax (979) 862-3399
2471 TAMU College Station , TX 77843-2471

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

I don't believe any words are necessary.


I'm on Wickedly Romantic today if I can think of anything to write about.

Dry off and come on over!

Saturday's Hunk of the Day!

I believe I recall someone mentioning that they wanted a wet hunks week. Well, how about a wet hunk weekend? Here are several for your enjoyment!

The stuff heroines are made of

One more blog to write and I'm done for the week! Oh, no, wait. Must write one for Wickedly Romantic on Sunday. Maybe I'll do that one later.

After my sisters and I visited the Mary Todd Lincoln House in Lexington, we went to the Fayette Mall and my sister, Bonnie, wanted to see if they had any of my books in Waldenbooks, and they did. They had Outcast. Bonnie didn't know I'd used her name for the heroine, but she found out as soon as she flipped through it. I think she was pleased.

Naming heroines is as much of a challenge as naming the heroes. Guys have to have cool, macho, and in the case of my heroes, usually feline sounding names. But for Outcast, I needed a woman who was a tough farmer, and Bonnie is all of that. She runs her own dairy farm, and she will tell you that it's a very hard life--made even more difficult by the powers that be. Small dairy farms are steadily being pushed out of existence and pretty soon there won't be any of them left if things keep on the way they are. Farm expenses outstrip profits and not much is being done to rectify that situation. Even some of the big farms are going bankrupt. Something is definitely souring the dairy business.

Trust me, if you think milk is expensive, the farmers aren't the ones profiting. Just wait until all of our milk has to be imported, and then we'll see how much we have to pay for ice cream.

I hate to get all political, but it's not right. . . it's just not right. . . .

Signs of Autumn

The trip to Kentucky took place on some absolutely beautiful fall days. The trees haven't really turned yet, but there are pumpkins everywhere. I even passed a U-pick pumpkin patch near Bloomfield, Ky.

Very pretty town, Bloomfield. I should have stopped and taken more pictures there, but I'd have never gotten home in time for my hair appointment--not to mention the fact that Sam called me when I was about ten miles from home wondering where I was.

This is the courthouse in Salem, Indiana. I've always thought it was pretty cool, but I've never tried to photograph it before--and certainly not through the windshield of my car! I did pretty well for having been moving at the time. Wish I hadn't chopped off the top of the spire, though. It comes to a point and makes me think of that other Salem that is so famous for its witches. Very Halloweeny, don't you think?





















On the drive down, I was looking for pumpkins to photograph, but I'd finally given up and put my camera away when I passed this place. I got this pic on the way home.

I just love pumpkins! Especially the way they smell when you bake them, and pumpkin pie is one of those scents that can cause men to have erections. Did you know that? I forget where I read it, and have since heard that it's the cinnamon that is responsible, but the idea of pumpkin pie making men horny is quite fascinating. Not perfume, not the smell of shampoo, but cinnamon. Guess we should sprinkle a little on from time to time and see if it works. Anyone care to try it?





















I kept looking for pretty trees, but the prettiest tree I saw wasn't on the way home, nor had it begun to change color. It was a tree in Shakertown that was one of the most perfect trees I'd ever seen. They look so nice when allowed to grow naturally and not be pruned within an inch of their lives or crowded together.




















Something about this tree just made me feel good, so I took its picture. See if it does the same for you.

Sam's Buns

I should probably make you wait until next Monday for the posterior shot of Sam Devries which several of you requested after Sunday's post, but why bother? You could Google him yourselves and get there even faster than I can post them, but I do appreciate the fact that you are willing to wait. Aside from that, I have another reason for posting buns today.

This is just an aside, but a funny thing has started happening when I go hunk hunting. My blog is starting to show up on the searches! Who'd have thunk it?

I'm writing this on Monday night, and I must admit, I'm a little wiped out from all the traveling and looking forward to sleeping in my own bed again. We had fabulous weather for the trip to Kentucky, which took us all around the Lexington area. In one night, I drove through Lexington, Nicholasville (twice), Danville, and Harrodsburg. Of course, the reason we did all that driving around was because Bonnie knew I didn't like the twisty, scary road that ran between her house and Nicholasville, which is where her son lives. We took an alternate route, but I think we must have taken a wrong turn, because we left Nicholasville, only to find ourselves right back where we started!

Aside from that, the trip went well. I posted some pictures of Shakertown on Casablanca on Tuesday, so I won't post them here, but I do have others that I'll share with you in the coming days. I have to work T, W, Th this week, and Mikey is coming home on Fall break next weekend. Heaven only knows when I'll find time to blog, but I'll do my best!

Now, getting back to the reason why I posted Sam's buns. It's because mine are killing me from all the driving! So, ladies, let's hear it: what gives you a pain in the ass?

Tasty Tuesday Frittata!

I've been making a lot of frittatas lately. Not only are they quick and easy, but you can put just about anything you want in them. You could go Italian, Southern, Southwestern, traditional--whatever ingredients you would normally like in an omelet. The base is very simple--just eggs and milk--and after that, the sky's the limit as to what you can put in there. The only thing you have to be careful about is that you don't add too much of any one ingredient or the egg base won't hold it all!

The version pictured here was Italian and was given a big thumbs up by my DH!











Italian Sausage Frittata

Beat together:
6 eggs
1/4 cup milk (or buttermilk)
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
1/4 tsp garlic powder
1/4 cup ricotta cheese (optional) or you may use grated Asiago, which makes for a creamier texture.

In a large iron skillet, saute the following ingredients over medium high heat until sausage is done and onions are lightly browned:

1/2 pound hot Italian sausage
1/2 cup chopped bell pepper
1/2 cup chopped onion
1 clove of garlic, minced
1/2 cup chopped black olives

When everything else is done, drain any excess fat and add:

a big handful or two of fresh spinach
1/2 tsp Italian seasoning or a heaping tsp of pesto and cook until spinach is wilted.

After the meat and vegetables are cooked, reduce heat to medium low and add egg mixture, making sure the eggs and other ingredients are well distributed in the pan. Let it cook for about 5-7 minutes until the bottom is set. The top will still look runny, but that's okay. While it's cooking, preheat broiler, and then put the skillet under the broiler until the eggs are done on top and the frittata is set. Remove from oven and top with:

2/3 cup grated mozzarella cheese.

Return to oven until the cheese is melted. Remove from oven and let it set for a few minutes before serving. Like quiche, frittatas are best if they're not too hot--unlike hunks, which are good at any temperature, though, generally speaking, the hotter, the better!






I'm blogging on Casablanca Authors today. If you can tear yourself away from Leo, come on over!

Monday Moons!

I'm still at my sister's house, so I'm just posting a hunk or two for today. Will tell you more about the trip later this week. In the meantime, enjoy the hunkybuns and thunder thighs!