http://www.aduckinherpond.com Just another WordPress weblog Thu, 11 Mar 2010 10:00:08 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en When Ben and I were in college, we were a rarity because we cooked three to four nights a week. You don't cook in college, friends and parents told us.  You study (parents), party (friends), get internships (parents) and go on road trips (friends.) We still cooked.  We did plenty of studying, ... http://www.aduckinherpond.com/2010/03/cornflake-chicken/ To read the previous editions, go here. "Vet school?" Frankie repeated, her eyes wide.  "He's been demented that long?" "I'm telling the story here," Percy snapped.  "Anyway, when he was a"-- Suddenly, the steel door burst open.  In the shadows, Mr. Pemberely's yellow eyes glowed.  "Hello?  Who's there?" "Hide," Percy hissed, shoving the girls ... http://www.aduckinherpond.com/2010/03/the-perilious-tales-of-pemberely-pet-shop-10/ On a bright and sunny Saturday, When neither of us have anything pressing to do. You look at me and grin, "Want to see what's down that road?" In a ponytail and dance pants, I follow you out the door. The air is crisp and the sun is shining, And we've never gone this far down the ... http://www.aduckinherpond.com/2010/03/down-the-road/ Hello, Invisible Friends.  Bear here. You may not be able to hear it, but I am wuffling in dismay. Why? Because I am mistreated. I am unappreciated. I am unloved.  Wuffle, wuffle, wuffle. You see, when Ben's parents came down to celebrate his birthday, they had all sorts of delicious treats. Cupcakes... Krispy Kreme.... Blueberry Muffins... Blueberry Pie... Homemade ... http://www.aduckinherpond.com/2010/03/the-return-of-miss-pickles-22/ To read the previous editions, go here. Dallas Jean Lee glared at the hand in the crowd.  "Who said that?" Everyone turned.  Smirking and holding up a video camera, Clementine Jane's boss raised his voice.  "So what about those rumors, Dallas Jean?  Do you have a past worthy of a Vegas showgirl?  ... http://www.aduckinherpond.com/2010/03/dallas-jean-lee-declares-war/ Twenty six years ago, I didn't know you. You were in Louisiana, I was in Texas.   You grew up in a Southern world of private schools, small-town friendships and the son of a businessman and teacher.  I grew up in Austin, world of live music, Mexican food, public school and cowboy ... http://www.aduckinherpond.com/2010/03/twenty-six/ When Ben first saw this chicken dish at his mother's over Christmas, he freaked out. "What is that?" he scowled, peering into the dish. "Chicken," my mother in law replied, whisking the dish away from him and blocking the recipe.  She's a smart woman. "What's in it?" he demanded. "Chicken," she hedged. Ben raised an ... http://www.aduckinherpond.com/2010/03/dont-judge-me-chicken/ To read previous editions, go here. Birdie grasped onto the doorway, her head spinning.  Her breath jumped out of her nose in silent spurts and her tongue felt like lead between her teeth.  She couldn't tear her eyes off Mr. Pemberely's face.  She had expected an old man, a thin man, ... http://www.aduckinherpond.com/2010/03/the-perilious-tales-of-the-pemberely-pet-shop-9/ One day, the Blond Duck decided she wanted a cookie. This was not unusual.  The Blond Duck loved cookies. Only this time, when she went to the cookie jar, there wasn't a cookie to be found.  Not even a crumb, a speck, a tiny nibble. It was all too clear what had occured. The ... http://www.aduckinherpond.com/2010/03/the-search-for-the-missing-cookies/ Dear Invisible Friends, As Augie, the poet otter of the Land of the Flowered Bed, It is my pleasure to introduce, The newest issue of Miss Pickles to be read. Tis a tale of whimsy and delight, Adventure and mayhem, And even the occasional fright. And should you finish and want some more, Perhaps you should read ... http://www.aduckinherpond.com/2010/03/the-return-of-miss-pickles-20/