Chef Lisa: Recipe One

2021-12-122021-12-13 Miss Poison Cooking Chef Lisa, Cooking, Images/Photos/Quotes, Tabouleh

Spent the afternoon making this. It's really not time consuming, until you start chopping vegetables and herbs. I do a different take on it because it tastes better to me, and to those who go back for more. 😊😉This is healthy and delicious, and you can pair it with anything. I make a lot because … Continue reading Chef Lisa: Recipe One

Thankful, Grateful, Yet Pissed Off

2016-11-21 Miss Poison Honesty, Life, Musings, My Brother, November, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Thanksgiving, Writing Cooking, Family, Gratitude, Honesty, Musings, My Brother, November, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Thanksgiving, Things That Kill Me, Tradition, Writing

Thursday is Thanksgiving here in the United States. There is much history behind this holiday (I currently live in Massachusetts and you can't escape people talking about spending the holiday in Plymouth. I've never spent Thanksgiving at a restaurant; I've always participated among family, cooked it myself, etc.), but for me, especially this year, this … Continue reading Thankful, Grateful, Yet Pissed Off

Rules Of The Week

2016-01-182016-01-19 Miss Poison Honesty, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Boston, Cooking, David's Tea, Delete Blood Cancer, Falafel King, Family, Fibromyalgia, Friends, Honesty, Hot Cocoa, January, Loved Ones, Migraines, Musings, My Grandmother, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Random Acts Of Kindness, Snow, Swampscott, Tea, Ten Thousand Villages, Thoughts, Writing

I hope everyone had a prosperous, happy week and weekend. Me? Not so much. I've been plagued by migraines at a near non-stop pace. The warmth of last weekend (which wasn't all that warm, really.) gave way to incredibly awful Fibromyalgia pain during the past week into this weekend. The cold has forced its way … Continue reading Rules Of The Week

Friday: The Dark Artifice

2016-01-08 Miss Poison Exhaustion, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Cat and Kitten, Cooking, Depression, Exhaustion, Fibromyalgia, Healing, Honesty, Love, Migraines, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Unhappiness, Writing

I woke up far too early this morning to a dark, grey day. Normally that wouldn't bother me (it rarely does), but it's the fact that the weekend is hanging over my head...the artifice of it darkening my mood. Under normal circumstances the weekend is a dear friend I welcome with open arms, but it … Continue reading Friday: The Dark Artifice

One Of Those Moods

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We've all, at one point or another during the course of our lives, been in "one of those moods". No one on this planet is ecstatic in their happiness at all times. If they were, there would be no such thing as mental illness or anti-depressants. There would be no practical need for such medication, … Continue reading One Of Those Moods

Silence, Leaf Blowers, & Sunday Dinner

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Waking up this morning, I had a plan. Thus far, that plan is at a standstill as I am still dealing with yesterday's migraine. In turn, all I wanted was silence, in all its perfect glory. This, of course, is where the leaf blowers come in, and threaten to make me sicker. After doing some mundane … Continue reading Silence, Leaf Blowers, & Sunday Dinner

Blame It On The Pain

2015-06-142015-06-15 Miss Poison Chronic Pain, Fibromyalgia, Life, Migraines, Musings, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Rain, Sunday, Work, Writing Cat and Kitten, Chronic Pain, Cooking, Editing, Exhaustion, Fibromyalgia, Migraines, Pain, Sunday, Work, Writing

UGH! Yes, that's what I have to say. I'm tired, because apparently "crack of dawn" in my house means "We're all awake Mommy! Don't you want to feed us?" Mmm...not so much. LOL. After truly forcing myself to get things done yesterday, today barely feels like a Sunday. It is quiet, thankfully, and there's supposed … Continue reading Blame It On The Pain

As A Direct Result

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I've decided that today is going to be a work-free day. I went to bed this morning sick as a dog. I suspect my brief time out yesterday affected me more severely than it ought to. Within a few hours of coming home, I got my fourth migraine of the week. I took a brief … Continue reading As A Direct Result

Pie For Breakfast

2015-04-05 Miss Poison Cooking, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Chocolate, Cooking, Exhaustion, Fruit, Musings, Pie, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Sweets, Writing

When someone brings you two pies, each covered in chunks of Oreo cookies, with an Oreo cookie crust, and whipped cream as the filling to this confection, do you ignore this sugary delight before you (Especially when you've had minimal sugar for months on end.) or do you blissfully enjoy a few bites? I have … Continue reading Pie For Breakfast

There Are Days

2014-12-09 Miss Poison Family, Friends, Friendship, Honesty, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Relationships, The Holiday Season, Unfiltered, Writing Cooking, Exhaustion, Fibromyalgia, Holidays, Musings, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Writing

There are days, weeks, months even, when I have absolutely nothing to say. It doesn't mean I've shut down or that the thoughts and ideas in my head have stopped, it simply means I've got nothing to say. Sometimes it's very individualized. I have friends I speak with regularly that I do not tire of, … Continue reading There Are Days