A Donkey Blog Friend

It truly seems to be a minor miracle.  Within two days 80% of the ice from the driveway has melted and it's possible to walk out to the donks, worry-free.  Hallelujah!

Yes, the trade-off is the mud.  Ankle deep right at the gate.  But it isn't ice!

But I'll now veer off from the topic of weather to turn to a blogging bud.  Let me introduce you to Kris at The Dancing Donkey  Her donkey photos are pretty darn amusing and let me add, as she well knows, I'm not so secretly in love with Ben.  He's a big beauty and I'm completely smitten.  Although her crew are in New York, I wouldn't be adverse to secretly whisking Ben to Michigan.

She has recently been dabbling with rocks, glue and epoxy resin and has created some masterpieces, one of which she graciously sent my way.

I'm sure you're as impressed with her artistic skills as I am. 

Thanks again, Kris.

And now, because I know you need a Luigi fix, here's my most recent snap of the boy.

He had just enjoyed a couple of donkey cookies (yes as had the girls too) and was licking his chops for the longest time.  See the tongue wrapped around?  Yummm...

Boring, Whiny, Super Boring

As I pondered what in the world to talk about on this post -- since there's absolutely nothing new in the chonkey world -- each topic was rejected.

Do I tell you about how my car has been in the shop for three weeks because I hit a deer?
No.  Boring.

Do I tell you how I have a pulled muscle in my back that has made normal life impossible?
No.  Whiny.

Do I tell you how I bought a new (used) Oreck vacuum and now don't have to lug the heavy beast up the stairs?
No.  Super boring.

So instead I'll provide the recipe for the soup I made last night for dinner.  I think it equals that of my favorite middle eastern restaurant.

Crushed Lentil Soup

I followed it to the letter, except for the saffron, which I don't have in my spice inventory.  And blenderizing the entirety of the pot.  Only half for me.

See what you think.