Yet another food blog

Because the Internets doesn't have enough food blogs, right?

Right.

So my best friend slash hetero life mate and I cook and bake, respectively. We do it well. M, who will (hopefully) add more, is the cook. He has a way with the savory entrees that would, could and should make your mouth, at the very least, water. I bake. I've had diabetes for more than 20 years and I have a wicked sweet tooth. We both know what tastes good and understand a little bit about how things could be better. Not saying the odd "hey! try this instead of that!" isn't welcome.

M has been talking about starting a food blog for a while. Even went so far as to ask for possible names for a blog. I got tired of waiting. Sorry, M. :/

That leads us here. Enough lolly gagging!!!

Tonight I made Buckeyes. If you are from the Mid-Western United States, you know what these delightful treats are. If you're not, you probably know them as peanut butter balls. Rolled balls of peanut butter dipped in melted chocolate. The outcome SHOULD look something like this. The result of eating said buckeyes should look something like this. They were made for a birthday and a retirement party. Proper pictures will be posted later.

So there it is. Two bestest friends who share a passion food and drinks and enjoying both. All written down and photographed into Internets glorious, gory infamy. Soundtracks to recipes will probably be included. A secret joy of mine is stumping M on music. He's much older than I am and knows oh so much more music than my Midwestern sensibilities know.

Unless it's swing. I totally got into swing in high school.

Bon Appétit seems over done and, well, stupid. So I've just decided I'll end my posts with what I've eaten, made and am drinking. Not only do I bake, I also drink! Hence the name of the fucking blog. Duh.

This evenings post has been brought to you by Chicken Puffs (not fancy by any means, but the chill'ren eat it), wine and buckeyes. And Gnarls Barkley's St Elsewhere.

Uh... Laters.