Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Mmmmpfffmph



You know what that sound is? It's the sound of one Moi stuffing. Cookies. Into her mouth (what?!? I ran today!), while writing down her thoughts on No Country For Old Men before Aunty Belle never sends any of that southern sugar-coated hospitality Moi's way again. (It sucks to be snubbed by a southerner).

In the meantime, click on over to Moi's baking blob for the secret to the cookie that makes S.B. a happy, happy man.

8 comments:

ArtfulSub said...

Why is AB snubbing you? Anyhay, there's a FOODIE Poll at my blog today and I'd like your input.

Non-foodies can Vote too. Should vote, in fact.

moi said...

'cause I still haven't written my thoughts on No Country For Old Men. Oooh, a foodie poll; I'll be right over!

the Dread Pirate Rackham said...

that movie was very hard to take. I thought.

I walked in knowing NOTHING.

Ooof. I tell you no more - it will colour your own thoughts.

Anonymous said...

as God is my witness i will NEVER be hungry again! grrraherhhahaha. i know that image!

moi said...

Pirate: Ja. Hard to take. Which I'm pretty sure was the point.

"Anonymous": Hey, aren't you supposed to be resting! Step away from the innernets . . .

Gypsy said...

Why Moi...is that Miss Scarlett O'Hara I see before me. My all time favourite movie is Gone with the Wind. Scarlett is my hero - I love her spirit and sassiness.

Anonymous said...

Yep, I knows that shot too--sick o' sweet potatoes, our Southern girl was...

You run???....aw, dern--does ya have to be so good at even Christmas time??

Yes, I IS WAITIN' fer yore movie review--an' I'se nurturin' high expectations since youse a writer!
(Odd how man writer folk and/ or artist folk have blogs that draw other writer /artists....I mean when they doan even know it.)

But I'se goin' mute fer a spell--cause that SHE -pup thinks I cain't--ha! Onc't in while ya got pop a pup with a rolled up newspaper....

I'll check your baker blog.

Yores,
A.Belle.

moi said...

Gypsy: Have you read the book? IMHO, one of the greatest pieces of American lit ever. And as I go through life, I often ask myself, "What would Scarlett do – while fabulously dressed, of course?"

Aunty: I will oblige you today. Although, it's not a review so much as a rumination. You? Mute? Huh. But do come back and check . . .