Friday, November 27, 2015

Friday Pie Day Nov 2015

Heather, who runs All Roads Lead to the Kitchen (formally; Girlichef) has once again allowed me to crash her Friday Pie Day.  And this month's Friday Pie Day, as last month's did,  happened to fall during my theme week, which means for me that I had to connect the recipe someway to this week's theme.  Which is Frankenstein.

I chose to make a savory pie. A version of a pot pie actually. Vegetarian at that.

And you're wondering how do I get a vegetarian pot pie to match up with Frankenstein?  Well, for one, I used leftovers.  I'll let that sink in for a moment. You good? Spiffy. And second, in the 1994 version of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, there is a scene where the creature is farming potatoes and other root veggies.  So I went with a potato and leek pie.

While checking out recipes for pot pies, I saw a bit of a discrepancy over what makes a pot pie officially a pot pie. Some have both a bottom crust and top, some only have a top crust, and some are simply a stew with drop biscuits as a crust.  Since this is technically a "mock" pot pie, because there is no meat in it at all, I saw no harm in compromise on the crust. I did a top and bottom crust made from a tea biscuit recipe, the bottom being flat and the top being a drop biscuit.

The crust

4 cups flour
4 tablespoons sugar
2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup oil
1 cup water

mix and separate dough, spreading half into the pie pan.


3 cups frozen hashbrowns
2 cups frozen peas and carrots
1 leek sliced or chopped
ground black pepper
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup flour

in a pot, boil the hashbrowns, peas and carrots for 10 minutes, stirring occasionally
remove from heat, let cool for a few minutes, then add flour, stirring once again.
return to heat, add milk and let simmer for another 5 minutes,
add marjoram, sage, salt, pepper, and rosemary to taste, continue to stir for another few minutes,
remove from heat and let cool to thicken.
add leeks, stirring once again

pour filling over bottom crust, then with the remaining dough break up into smaller pieces dropping them on top as evenly as possible.

Bake at 350degrees depending on your oven for 12-15 minutes.

I have to admit, I liked the way the drop biscuit top looked given it was meant to connect to Frankenstein. The patchiness of it to me was more then fitting. 

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Theme Week p3-Frankenstein

Victor Frankenstein

plot: The young doctor saves the life of a circus hunchback, after witnessing the hunchback's quick thinking in saving the trapeze performer from a fatal fall. Taking him home, Victor straightens his back for him, giving him the name of his former roommate, Igor. Igor then becomes not only Frankenstein's assistant, but his best friend, as they begin work on the first round of animal trials before finally attempting Frankenstein's first creature.

This is the 2015 drama horror starring James McAvoy and Daniel Radcliffe.  Based on the classic novel by Mary Shelley.

Yes, I got to the cinema today. Always a happy-happy-joy-joy when I can manage to make it there. And ironically, the release of this movie is NOT why I picked the theme week this month to be Frankenstein, just a happy coincidence, then again, I don't believe in coincidence. Seriously, I had done vampires and werewolves earlier in the year, and had thought Frankenstein would be nice for later in the season, and...nobody really cares about that so...

I liked this version. SPOILER ALERT - if you're going to see this with the intent of seeing a typical telling of the Frankenstein story, you'll be disappointed. This is told from the point of view of the character Igor, and has more to do with his journey then it actually does with Frankenstein's.  
We see Igor's love interest, his share of the experiments, his battle of morality not Victor's. The creature itself is on screen for only the last 5 minutes of air time. 

Both characters start off being hunted by a detective who comes across in a very Sherlock Holmes sort of way, which is ironic in itself given the actor -Andrew Scott- played lead villain Moriarty, in the BBC version of Sherlock.  

Then ending leaves the story semi-open to tell further adventures of the classic characters, which I for one really liked.

After seeing McAvoy playing the lead character of Frankenstein, I don't think I'll ever be able to think of another actor in the role. He plays it with such an air of psychotic glee that he sends chills up your spine with a certain wide eyed grin. You almost have to wonder what dirty thoughts were going through his mind for those close ups?

That's about all I can say without giving away too much of the movie.

Monday, November 23, 2015

Theme Week p2-Frankenstein

The Bride

plot: After creating his second creature, a fire breaks out in the tower lab, destroying it, and killing the staff. Charlies Frankenstein, along with his second creature a female he names Eva, return to the family home, while the first creature, Viktor, runs off into the woods for safety. Before long, Viktor meets up with a man on his way to join the circus and he convinces Viktor to do the same, leaving Eva to the mercy of a jealous Frankenstein.

This is the 1985 drama starring Jennifer Beals and Clancy Brown. Based on the classic novel by Mary Shelley.

The film parallels the two creature's journey of self discovery. Viktor isn't given his name until after he meets up with the dwarf Rinaldo and is on his way to join the circus. While, Eva is given an identity right off the bat. Almost targeting the importance of how some people are forced to find themselves, while others are never given the real chance to do so.
The big theme here is loneliness. Each of the creatures feeling the separation from the rest of the world in different ways. While Viktor's journey takes a gentler road, showing him kindness in the most basic human ways, Eva's journey takes a harsher one, exposing the lies and greed that can hide behind the wall of society.

One thing I always loved about this movie, and wished had been given a little more respect; is the fact the two creatures are linked. Each feeling the pains/joys of the others. Like the scene where Eva shows a skill for horses, and how Viktor becomes obsessed with the idea of horses from that point on. Or how when Viktor and Rinaldo begin traveling to Budapest, we see Eva giggling as she follows the map of the same area. It would lead you to assume that the empathic/psychic bond they unknowingly share is suppose to be a soulmate bond.

As each of the creatures learn to become more independent, they find their way back "home" to each other.

This version of the doctor isn't just a "madman" per say, as much as he is cold and heartless. Sting's performance in this as the jealous abusive baron, leaves you thinking he's completely soulless. The character practically borders on being a psychopath.

This is not a happy movie. It's gritty, unkind, and at times disloyal. But, I think that's what makes it such an interesting take on the classic story. One of the few versions of Frankenstein I've come across that actually remembers there is a lesson in it. 

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Theme Week -Frankenstein

I, Frankenstein

plot: After the death of his creator, Adam a soulless creature, is taken hostage to meet the queen of the gargoyles, and asked to be a warrior in a ancient fight against demons. 200 years later, still working on the side of the gargoyles, Adam, discovers that the king of the demons had found Dr. Frankenstein's journal. The very blueprints that created Adam himself, and is using it to create an army of undead. An army of soulless creatures, as strong and immortal as Adam.

This is the 2014 action thriller starring Aaron Eckhart and Bill Nighy. Based on the graphic novel.

Okay, so this looks like the Underworld series, it feels like the Underworld series, it's done by the people from the Underworld series, it has actors from the Underworld series, it plays like ... you get the idea. The only problem is it's not as good. It's lacking well...soul ironically.

This is the whole main theme. Soul vs not having a soul. How does one truly get a soul? Are you born with a soul? Do you earn it? Does it just happen one day?   We see stories all the time that talk about loosing your soul because of greed and pain, but this is the first real attempt I've come across in decades (pretty much since the last round of Frankenstein films) that breech this topic.

The idea is there, somewhere buried under too much special effects, and some tired plot. I just think this film would have been better if it was less computerized and more old school. It might have had a fighting chance.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

The Nosferatu Adventures s9 p20

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 244, chapter 244

Out of Time

"Why aren't you in the office?" Loki asked our heroine as he leaned against the threshold of the kitchen.

"I'm not talking to you." she said not bothering to look up from the magazine she was reading.  Snapping his fingers, Loki made the glossy pages disappear. Sighing our heroine leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed under her boobs giving them a boost.

"Now that I have your full attention. Let me ask once more. Why are you not at work in the office?"

"Which one is it? Huh? Which one of my pack..." she stood facing him, daring to take a step towards the dark haired god. "did you bring here? And don't say it's not them because Rufus...Rufus wouldn't be here if it wasn't." she snarled as she was nearly nose to nose with him, her hazel eyes flashing the amber-grey of the wolf.

Smirking at her, Loki licked his lips as he shifted position, reaching his right arm up to lean on the wall his fingers spread, twitching as if doing push ups against it. His other hand suddenly around her throat as he grabbed her, bringing her in close to him. "It's not your precious Ripper. Trust me on that, he's not getting here ever. I've got other plans for him for the foreseeable future." he had her pinned against the wall so quick our heroine didn't have time to breathe. "And don't get your skirts all puckered up, it's not Reuben either. Or Ash, or Leo, and you already know it's not Rolf cause I'm fully aware of your connection still with him." his voice lowered to a whisper. "I'm in your head. Always have been." he nodded his brown eyes flashing pure black before becoming the amber-grey of the wolf. "So, process of elimination. That leaves one member of your original pack doesn't it..." he tightened the grip he had on her throat before letting her go completely. Moving from her, Loki raised his hands rubbing his one wrist as he started to move around the room, pacing deliberately in front of the kitchen table where the scrapbook and The Seer's spellbook were still. A sound of disgust escaped his throat as he flicked the edge of the spellbook. "I've been fighting a battle that I can never win. No matter what I do someone else is always one step ahead of me. You know you were never suppose to hook up with him. The Seer I mean. He was suppose to be somebody else's pet. He was somebody else's pet. Then he got a glimpse of you in that brain of a crystal ball of his, and suddenly you were the hottest ticket in town." picking up the spellbook, he balanced the weight of it in one hand as he delicately flipped the pages, letting the crispness of them echo in the room. "Realized you were the key ingredient to his biggest magickal coup. Only it backfired because you two liked each other." he closed the book shaking it at her. "Don't suppose you ever had the balls to tell your precious Ripper what happened in that lighthouse before they all came charging in to save your ass?" his eyes went wide as he tossed the spellbook back down. "While The Seer was all soulless and working his sidhe mojo...only he didn't need to actually seduce you with magick, did he? Didn't even need to get you drunk." he sniffed moving back towards her knowing she couldn't deny it. "Na, didn't think so. We keep separating you two, different species, death, different realities, yet somehow you and that witch keep finding each other." Taking a step backwards, Loki waggled his finger at her as he picked up the scrapbook this time. "Pirates."

"What?" our heroine's voice was weak as she tried to breathe again, the room having felt like it was closing in on her.

"Damen. He adores the stories his uncle Harker tells him about his days as a pirate. Wants to be just like him when he grows up. So you might want to add a page on Blackbeard or some nonsense." tossing it against the wall, Loki shimmered away.

5 hours later...

Edward opened the door to his apartment soaked from the rain, balancing the bag of groceries in hand, a piece of red licorice hanging out of his mouth. Hitting the light switch nothing happened. Sighing, the dark haired male shuffled across the room reaching to turn on the table lamp, again nothing happened. The storm must have knocked the power out. Dropping his groceries on the kitchen table, he swore. This day had been one thing after another, from the set director not showing up at the studio, the props manager falling asleep half the time, looking paler then dish soap, then the storm that seemed to start on his way home. The worst part was he swore someone was following him around all day. Made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Opening the door to his storage room, Edward began to feel along the wall for the fuse box. "Shack!" he screamed as he felt something cut his palm. "This would go so much easier if I had a light." he grumbled as he shook out the pain in his hand. He screamed again falling back a few steps into the half opened door, landing on his butt as he brought his hand up to his face. His left hand was glowing an orange colour, a sharp hot pain extending through his fingers.

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. Sometimes magick bleeds)

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Coffee Talk Nov 14th 2015

Morning Spudguns!  I told you it was going to be a slow blog month this month.
I've still got this month's theme week to do,  and possibly another "what that movie inspired me to do"; haven't worked out all the details yet on that one.  I've basically taken a major step back the last week or so, given next month restarts the 1 movie a day challenge.  Trust me, this blog will get psycho busy again in about 2 and a half weeks time.

I've also been kicking back with a Supernatural marathon.  I've forgotten just how creepy and spooky the first two seasons were. All the urban legends they dealt with in the beginning of the series.

That about covers it for this morning, just wanted to jam in here for a moment and give you a short note.

Monday, November 9, 2015

The Nosferatu Adventures s9 p19

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 243, chapter 243

Rolf's Kingdom

"It's been 8 years. Get over it already." Maxwell said too casually as he popped a grape into his mouth, his boots up on the table.

"Dude! He's an immortal creature who lost the love of his life..."

"Not the love of my life." Dagan interrupted raising his right arm, his face pressed against the table.

"...the love of his life to another man." Rolf continued barely glancing at the auburn haired male as he leaned on his end of the dinning table, his arms crossed. "Immortal. He's not suppose to loose her to another man, he's suppose to out live her. You don't get over it."

"She was his mate too." Maxwell pointed towards the door as if that was a good enough substitute for Reuben who was out hunting.

"Na, na that was different." Rolf shook his head, his long curtain of dark curls falling on his shoulders. "Reuben was only her mate out of ...of duty. Not love." he raised an eyebrow as if to challenge the older male.

"Can we get over this topic please." Dagan's voice squeaked as he spoke to the table top, his head down, forehead pressed to it. "You two are giving me a headache." he turned his face first to the right his cheek pressing tight to the coolness of the table, as he glanced at Maxwell, then slowly to the left to look at Rolf, before sitting up leaning back in the chair with a thug. "She was my mate. Which was an accident..."

"Only the first time bud." Rolf smirked as he thought about the absolute fear both Dagan and Nosferatu had when they learned he'd claimed her all those years ago. The vampire sire bond triggering the claiming.

"It was the sire bond." the auburn haired male said reaching for his tea cup batting it back and forth between his hands, sloshing the remains of the cup.

"And look how long it took us to get you back to normal." Rolf said off handedly sniffing.The two being separated had turned Dagan into a drooling mess, loosing his humanity with the physical distance between them. This last time, they finally had to break down and ask Bacchus for help. 

"And now you're okay. Now you should be totally free of  the woman. Clearly, I'm a better man then you because you don't see me pining away like a love sick dog." Maxwell commented locking his fingers together over his stomach.

"You weren't mated to her." Rolf remarked.

"We share a son."

"That Loki magickally got her pregnant with. Doesn't matter." Rolf continued to defend his adopted sister. His hand twitched as he brought it up to his face scratching at his jaw.  Ever since Dagan had returned from the time portal, Rolf had been getting these odd muscle spasms in his hands and arms. Getting up slowly from the table, he let his chair scrape on the floor echoing in the large dinning hall. "Can I leave you two alone for awhile or should I just pull up the carpet now?" he gestured to the floors.  Dagan didn't bother to look at him as he stretched both hands first out to his sides then behind his chair, his tongue darting out over his bottom lip nearly to his chin as he made a noise like a little kid. Rolf continued out of the room, his mind filled with suspicions.
Why was Maxwell's son the only one of the litter to survive? How did he know coming through the time portal would keep them safe? Why did the gypsy witch open the portal for him to begin with? What happened to Vlad?  Too many pieces to the puzzle and it all stuck in Rolf's throat like a bad chicken bone. Slamming the door to the library open, he cleared his throat flicking his long hair out of his face.
Harker was standing next to the large desk, piles of books open spilling everywhere as the two way mirror showed the Sea Witch on the other end. Not bothering to acknowledge him, the werewolf went right up to the magick mirror and tapped on it, getting the witch's attention. "I need to send Harker on a small errand. Might take a few days. Are you cool with that?"

"There must be a receiver on your end of the mirror. No." the witch said crossing her arms in defiance.

"I'm sure the rest of us can handle the books for a few days. He needs a break, and he's the only one who is physically capable of this errand."

Out of Time

"Detective Holmwood"  the blonde man said into the phone as he straightened his tie.

"Yes, I'd like to report a mugging."  the voice said on the other end.

Reaching for a pen Arthur began to take notes. "Where was this?"

"The hotel in the middle of town. Dinning room."

"And what did the mugger look like?"

"Short. Very very short. Sort of pale. Pale and translucent. And green. He ran right through me. I've been slimmed."

Clicking his tongue against his teeth, Arthur dropped the pen back on his desk letting out a deep sigh. "Very funny." hanging up he flopped back against his chair sighing.

"Why so glum chum?"  Jim asked as he sauntered up to Arthur's desk, cell phone in hand. "Not liking X-Files duty?"

"You shouldn't be so quick to judge."

"You pissed off the chief, and now you have a pile of completely unsolvable cases. Take that little joke as batting practice." Jim said waving his cell phone at him. "Every nutbar and arsehead in the area will be keeping your phone ringing come nightfall."

"No case is unsolvable." Arthur replied picking up the pen again holding it between his two forefingers. "Sometimes you just have to look at them from another angle."

"Yeah, like through a crystal ball?" Jim snickered. "Admit it, you don't have any leads on this current case load because there isn't any." he picked up a stack of files slamming them back down on the desk for emphasis. "You should hand them over to the vet, because that's where they belong. Say it with me now, animal attacks."

"Animal attacks? You buy that? They are too precise. All within a particular radius." Arthur answered balancing the pen then on his top lip.

"Well, maybe it was an owner and his dog? You know like a rabid dog fighter or something?"

"Well even so, that's not the kind of neighbourhood that sees much crime. In any form. Something just isn't adding up here."

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your (straight up story. Yep, two mysteries unfolding) 

Friday, November 6, 2015

Food n Flix November

This month's Food n Flix selection is Hundred Foot Journey and is being hosted by  Culinary Adventures with Camilla

plot: After loosing everything in a fire, a family leave their home in India to start fresh in France. They end up opening a restaurant right across the street from a Michelin star restaurant, which begins a food fight of sorts.

This is a 2014 drama starring Helen Mirren and Manish Dayal.
Based on the book

I've talked about this one back in Year 3 (day 96) on the blog and for this re-watch, I watched online so you will notice once again, a lack of dvd cover in the photos.

Notes- basil, flowers, chicken, sea urchin, fish, samosa, kabobs, seafood stew, flat bread, rice, peppers, eggs, BBQ, lobsters, prawns, tomatoes, tea, bread and butter, pears, cheese, radishes, grapes, olives, sardines, pickles, olive oil, sweets, cold plates, croissants, jam, coffee, frogs legs, escargot, goat, asparagus, red currents, duck, garlic, potatoes, crapes, fresh fruit, mushrooms, leeks, cauliflower, spices, sandwiches, oysters, crayfish, limes, eggplant, carrots, cabbage, capers, mutton, red wine, dumplings, chutney,roasted vegetables, figs, foie gras, sweet corn, bechamel sauce, salami, omelette, pigs feet, ham, pheasant, melon, squab, ginger, truffles, beef bourguignon, zucchini, curry, chilies, cookies, milk, rack of lamb, mini fruit tarts, "pumpkins" (I keep thinking of them because of the street lights) beet root, roasted chestnuts, saffron,

I kept looking at the words "mushrooms and leeks" sitting beside each other in my notes, and decided a mushroom leek quiche was it.
I ended up using the same pie crust that I used the other week for the "Twin Peaks- Friday Pie Day" (13 Days of Hallowe'en day 12) post, which makes two crusts for a top and bottom. 

2 and 3/4 cup flour
1 teaspoon sugar
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup unsalted butter, cold
1/2 cup milk and lemon juice
1 Tablespoon ground black pepper

chill the dough for about 45minutes

Divide dough, rolling out enough for one crust.  You can either refrigerate the rest or simply cut the the recipe in half.
I then cooked the crust for about 30 minutes at 350degrees before adding the filling.

The filling for the quiche

1/2 a leek chopped
1/2 cup mushrooms chopped
1 small onion chopped
2 cups of cheese, diced or shredded (I used Gouda)
3 eggs and a 1/2 cup milk

You can then layer the filling ingredients, pouring the egg and milk mixture over,
cooking for an additional 40minutes, depending on your oven.

And this is the part where I get to say...tune in next month, my lovely Spudguns! As I, your heroine, your favourite ghoul next door, will be sinking my teeth into my first hosting of Food n'Flix, where we'll be covering... The Jane Austen Book Club.  (admit it, you totally thought I was going to say Dracula didn't you...)

Monday, November 2, 2015

The Nosferatu Adventures s9 p18

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 242, chapter 242

Out of Time
The Scrapbook Conspiracy

Our heroine breathed in the crispness of the city air, her mouth overcome with the staleness of it; the hint of gasoline clinging to her senses as she turned the corner passing a car wash. The map she'd gotten from the corner store by Loki's apartment seemed such a foreign thing to her now, in it's bright colours, after having gotten used to the more or less cruder versions that Vlad's men had used. Modern life. Shaking her head, our heroine snarked at herself for the lost feeling she had now. This was the kind of life she had been living before Bacchus and Loki had dropped her in the Darkest Forest a decade before. She should have been more then happy to return to it. Sighing, she found herself at a small intersection, one direction seemed to be businesses, while the other turned off near a school.  "This can't be right?" she mumbled to herself as she double checked her notes. According to the news clippings, this was the center point of where all the werewolf attacks had happened. "Who would be stupid enough to attack in such a high profile place?"
Closing her eyes, our heroine cracked her neck shaking out her shoulders. Her ears twitched as she listened, breathing slowly, decoding the city's smells. Her hazel eyes sprang open as she caught the scent of wet dog under the heavier smells of the uncollected trash, of a hair salon, of a paint store and a small Scandinavian deli. Heading straight, she followed the trail. "Now, let's just hope I'm not walking into a dog groomer."

The door to the little shop jingled as it was gently opened. Our heroine blinked craning her neck as she was overcome with a blast of scents. Dried herbs, incense, melted wax, cranberries, and dust.  Slowly, she made her way around the front room of the little occult shop, her eyes sparkling as she did. If only Loki bothered to pay her for working for him, she'd actually be able to buy some of the items.

"Can I help..." she turned as the male voice broke out of the dim. "Mom?"  The male was practically on top of her, his arms flung around her tight, his nose pressed to her shoulder, then her ear as he rapidly began sniffing her hair.

"Excuse me!" our heroine was appalled at the idea this middle aged man was calling her his mother. The smell of wet dog suddenly extremely powerful.

"Rufus, did I hear a customer?" Matilda asked as she entered from the back room, a deck of tarot cards in hand.

"Rufus?" our heroine stood mouth open in shock, eyes wide.

"This is Nosferatu." he said proudly, still holding on to her with one strong hand as he turned slightly towards the other female. His free hand behind him shaking as if a tail.The grin on his face making him look as if he were drunk.  Matilda dropped the tarot cards letting them scatter to the floor in a mess, the shock clear in her eyes. Clearing her throat, she bent to pick up the cards, bowing her head slightly as she stood.

"So you're her." it was a statement not a question as she ran her hands through her frizzy hair finger combing it. Licking her lips, Matilda bit her nails, slightly bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Yep yep." Rufus said gleefully, his eyes bright as he moved back and forth from one foot to the other in a semi-danced shuffle. "My mom. Well, not really...clearly not my mom but you know what I mean..." he hugged our heroine once more picking her up with a big squeeze before carelessly dropping her back to her feet.

"Rufus." our heroine said again, still in shock herself. "You're not...but you can't..."

"Familiars. Just like Finn." he said nodding as he grabbed hold of his jacket with both hands raising his chin. "We died." he stated matter of factly letting out a long sigh. "Then Loki brought us here..." he was about to say to help with The Seer, but was distracted as the door to the shop opened. Our heroine turned to see the sandy blonde male standing there looking lost.  "Can I help you?" Rufus asked taking a large step around our heroine towards the customer.

"Buddy of mine said he got his tea leaves read the other week, thought I'd come by and give it a try." the 6foot tall man said as he closed the shop door behind him.  Clearing her throat again, Matilda remarked she'd get the tea things ready, as she left the room. Rufus mumbled something about helping her as he began to follow, turning back around sharply on his heels, once again hugging our heroine before all but skipping into the back room.  "Friend of yours then?" the guy asked as he leaned on the counter.

"Ah yeah he is. He grew up" she replied finding herself captivated by his smile. It was a little crooked, his lips stretched over teeth as if they were fighting his mouth. Our heroine was tempted to stick her fingers in his mouth to check for fangs. A clock chimed in the hallway signaling that it was 1pm. Swearing, the female figured she better get back to the office before Loki had her head. Only, the guy wasn't moving to let her near the door. He seemed to have planted himself directly in her way, one knee bent, legs crossed at the ankle, his butt in the air as he leaned on his crossed arms, his leather jacket making noise as he did. "Excuse me. You're sort of blocking..."

"Arthur." he replied not looking at her.

"Arthur. Well, I'm late getting back from my lunch break so..." she finally had to shove past him to get to the door. Shaking her head in disbelief, our heroine walked as quickly as she could without using her werewolf speed as she headed back to the office.

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your up story. Ever notice how many 6 foot tall, blondish blue eyed men there really are in the world?)

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Coffee Talk November 1st 2015

Morning my lovely Spudguns!  This would be your monthly shout out to this month's (Nov) Food n Flix host.  This month's selection is The Hundred Foot Journey, and is being hosted by Culinary Adventures with Camilla.   That's not all, Culinary Adventures with Camilla, is also doing the book tie in challenge.  I have not at this point read the book, but I'm more then tempted to try to get my hands on a copy before the deadline.  So, check out their blog and see what everyone creates.

After the last week and a half, I'm giving my kitchen a rest for a lest a week, but no fear...or maybe fear my frypan and knife skills, because I'll be back later in the month with my offering for November. 
This month will be a slower one on the blog, as I am gearing up for Year 5 of the blog, which starts December 3rd, and the return of the One Movie A Day Challenge (you know, the original point of this blog) And it will also be my first hosting of FnF in December. So stay tuned for that.