Got a weird bunch of texts from some dude who claims we met in Kentucky one time at a local bar and now he's moved here, doesn't have a place to stay, wants to get a place with me, and for me to lend him money. Riiiiiight. I really wish I was joking, but I'm not. What is my life?!
Needless to say, I'm a bit freaked out right now. Besides the whole actually having some weirdo who did this, it's ruined my sense of security, which, lemme tell you, is a nice thing to have. I'm going to the local police department tomorrow to find out about submitting a complaint or getting a restraining order. I don't mess around!
So, in order to make myself feel safer, I've taken to bringing my tiny pocketknife with me everywhere. In my purse, on my runs, etc.
It's my intention to make myself look as ugs as possible for all you fine folks. |
Mister Knife don't mess. He gots 2 blades! Hi-ya bad guys! |
Get in my belly! |
4 porkchops, 3/4-1" thick
5 baking apples, pared, cored, and sliced
1 onion, thinly sliced
salt and pepper
3 Tbsp butter
3 Tbsp flour
12 oz beer
paprika
1. Preheat oven to 350*.
2. Trim any fat from porkchops. Layer apples, onions, and chops (in that order) in a well-buttered, 10" casserole, at least 2" deep. Season with salt and pepper to taste.
3. Melt the butter in a small saucepan. Whisk in flour and cook over medium heat for a minute, stirring. Add beer all at once, and stir constantly until thickened. Pour over chops. Sprinkle with paprika. Bake, uncovered for 1.5 hours.
Seriously kids, this meal is amazing and will impress impressionable people. Do it!
That's some scary shtuff! Hope that mofo gets a life and stops being so freakin' creepy! :(
ReplyDeleteUm, super creepy!
ReplyDeleteHopefully the police can help you. Not feeling safe is horrible. If anything even a little weird happens I'm looking over my shoulder all day.
Dinner looks delicious!
:)
Whoa girl! Be careful out there. I used to have a stalker, but he was just a harmless autistic kid who liked to give me cards every holiday telling me how much he loved me.
ReplyDeleteI really hope you don't have to use that little knife. Get a bigger one!
ReplyDeleteYikes! That is scary stuff. Definitely get it sorted out with the PD!
ReplyDeleteMy Dad bought me a "running knife" to carry in my sports bra when he found out I like to run alone, often in the evenings (in my defense I live in the middle of nowhere, MT). I gave him a really hard time about it but Safety First! I guess. :)