What Matters Now: A Free eBook from Seth Godin and Many More!

When Brenna and I decided to do this, whatever-it-is-we're-doing-now journey, the theme, 'What Matters Now' pretty much summed it all up for us. So, I'm not sure how a blog post that we subscribe to ended up getting snatched by our spam filter, but I'm glad I checked before I deleted everything.

We've both been reading Seth Godin's work for years now. He's forward looking and a clear thinker with an amazing ability to

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Robin?

Bob and I are in the kitchen. I am cooking, and he is reading blogs comments on our website, and, incidentally, eating some rather strange Thai Sensation flavored potato chips:  

"Who is this Robin person? Do you know a Robin?" he asks me. (Names have been changed to make us seem less lame.)

"Robin. I don't think we know her," I say. "Or him," I add helpfully. "What'd they say?"

"Robin... Robin..." He's now clicking through the comment left by Robin to the info page to see if he can't suss this person out a little bit.  "There's no last name and no email."  Bob is like a dog with a bone when it comes to Website Statistics.

"I don't think we know her," I say again. "And stop trying to find it out, cause I like thinking there are people reading our blog who aren't obligated by blood to do so. And if you do figure out who it is don't tell me."

Bob looks up at me blandly. "Disillusions of importance kick knowledge's ass every time," he says.

Damn Straight!

BYOB to Demijohn

If you were to judge us based on our words and actions and, dammit, even the photographic evidence on our blog lately, you might think we're on the Boozy World Tour 2009. And, so as not to disappoint, I found another really unique and interesting alcohol-y place to visit today. A while ago I saw the website for an Edinburgh store called Demijohn, and so yesterday when Brenna said, "Hey let's go to Edinburgh tomorrow" I said, "Yeah sure, I hear there's a nice little

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Brenna's In The Kitchen With The Grand Marnier And Oban

I can't tell you how much fun I'm having eating new-to-me Scottish (and British) food these days. I've tried about every meat-encased-in-pastry item in our local bakery, which are all called pies, no matter what shape or size they are. I've tried (and loved) Stovies (a mush of mashed potatoes and corned beef hash mounded on a plate), Coronation Chicken (created for the coronation of Queen Elizabeth in 1953!), and toasties (remember that George Forman sandwich press in the back of your mother's kitchen cabinet? Put coronation chicken on white bread and Press it Baby)!

Now Christmas is here! That means Christmas foods! Time to pour alcohol all over everything! Pour it in the whipped cream. Pour it in the Christmas Cake, and the Christmas pudding too! Add it to the Trifle - all three layers!

Pie not made, nor photo taken, by Brenna. IStock Photo thanks you.I won't be making

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Scottish Roadkill

We were driving down a back road the other day, towards dusk (so - almost 4:00), and we saw a car stopped in the road, and a little old man tottering along the side. His trunk was open, and we thought maybe his tire needed changing. We turned around to see if we could help.  As we pulled up behind him he was closing the trunk, and making his way to the drivers side again. Bob got out and asked if he needed anything.

"No - it's the pheasant" he said pleasantly.

Bob didn't quite get it, "So you're OK then."

"Yup, that'll be breakfast tomorrow." 

So that's the way it works! I can't wait till I hit one with my car!