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Heebie Jeebies, Robin Williams and Roasted Figs with Gorgonzola and Honey

I’ve got the heebie jeebies this morning folks. I was up rather late last night, talking with some old friends (and loving it) so I was hesitant to get up at my normal time today. I did though, I dragged my rotund as…hiney out of bed, performing my routine of making the bed and tidying up the bedroom.

I’m pretty sure when Greg gets up, he can’t quite see or is purposely keeping his eyes closed for some sort of game. A game where he attempts to find his work clothes in several places, all the while throwing things he doesn’t want to wear around the room, before settling with “the outfit.” (“Greg your bum is still flat in those jeans and stop crying about it.”) Sometimes I wake up with t-shirts piled on top of my head-kidding but I’m sure that day is coming.

He told me yesterday he had put his underoos on backwards and wore them that way all day. (Yep, I told everyone.) I had a good laugh at that. He probably couldn’t tell because he is lacking a tushy. He doesn’t really fuss over clothes, sometimes I wish he would because black socks do not go with everything. No, that’s not why I have the heebie jeebies (this time).

As I was saying, doing my thing in the AM, on my way to the bathroom, about to grab my toothbrush and there was a giant hairy centipede just hanging out by the toothbrush holder! He just looked at me like “hey, what are you gonna do about me, sunshine?”

Stupid bug, big ones always have an attitude as far as I’m concerned. I found the courage to somehow get it to the sink by smacking it with the hand soap dispenser until it landed there and then blasted it with water. Now every time I walk in the bathroom, I think I will see this bad boy come up from the drain. (You might have experienced this with a Steven Seagal film-what, another movie?!)

I don’t know exactly what these things are called but I have seen my fair share over the last year. Ooky ucky, I would need a sound clip here for you to know my response. Must be that time of the year; I could do without. I don’t mind bugs-I mind GIANT bugs. If it can wear my socks, then it’s too much.

In other news, I saw Robin Williams on Leno last night. I missed him (“oh there you are Peter” for those Hook fans) and wondered what he has been up to- I guess having a valve replacement and getting a divorce. Bangarang! Not really, I just wanted to put a little more from the movie Hook…..wait for it, one more….Rufio! I think Robin is a funny funny man. He looked healthy and in good spirits. Welcome back to my world, Robin Williams.

Before watching Leno, I’m still up in the air about the new show, I used the last of my Mission figs as a snack. I recommend getting them while they last, which is not for long this time of year. I added cheese, roasted and topped them with my Dutch clover honey I discussed a few weeks ago. I paired them, not really paired, I just wanted to try a Gruner Veltliner wine I found at the store. There was an article about it in Food & Wine magazine recently and I had never tried it. This particular one had a peppery aftertaste and I think I have wine flu now. Yes, wine flu.

Roasted Black Mission Figs with Gorgonzola and Honey
Roasted Black Mission Figs with Gorgonzola and Honey

Roasted Black Mission Figs with Gorgonzola and Honey

black Mission figs (as many as you wish)
1-2 ounces of crumbled Gorgonzola or blue cheese
honey (just a drizzle for each)

Preheat the oven to 350. Cut an X in the fig tops (not all the way through) and place a cheese crumble inside. Bake in a dish for 10-15 minutes. Drizzle honey over the top and eat them warm. This is also wonderful with walnuts on top. Ha fig nuts, one of my favorite childhood insults. Don’t ask. Greg used to say “you’re the nut in the coconut” or call you a “peacock feather.” (?) We were meant to be.

2 thoughts on “Heebie Jeebies, Robin Williams and Roasted Figs with Gorgonzola and Honey

    1. Thank you! I am on flickr and I added it to the group-I really like that group btw. There are so many stories about Greg and his underwear, it’s awful.

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