Carnivore Dreams – Day 8 – Cheesecake

Recipe calls for 4-6 ounces cream cheese, three tablespoons sour cream, 4.5 tablespoons heavy whipping cream, one teaspoon vanilla, 1 1/2 tablespoons monkfruit sugar. Beat it all together, chill for an hour or two. No baking. You know what's even better? Goat cheese instead of cream cheese. MMM. Today will be pulled pork for dinner, …

Carnivivore Dreams – Day 5, 6, 7 – Covid

Meat Ok, so happy Day 7. Of my new plan. My theory is that I did not eat enough when I was eating pure Carnivore. So I am planning to stay off the scale and go just by body composition and how I feel. Forget how much I actually weigh. I do plan to eat …

Carnivore Dreams -Day Four

Happy Thurs. Things a bit rough here today with the headache. But had a couple nice tenderloins and some great coffee. A bit of sparkling water with the barest splash of chardonnary. Hope you are all ok.

Carnivore Dreams – Day Three

I'd forgotten Jung actually said what I've been writing about for a while. Night dreams are really closer to reality than we realize and might be much more significant in ways we'd never have understood. I sometimes comment on Matt Taibbi's substack articles -- very smart guy. I don't agree with everything he says, but …

Carnivore Dreams – Day Two

I've been dreaming about my high school friend, my first boyfriends. Donald Trump. None of them saved me, but I'm sleeping better. I should be writing the dreams down since they've been interesting and I already forgot the most fascinating one which occurred a week ago or so. My mother arrived in my dreams a …

Carnivore Dreams – Day One

Cheese boards/charcuterie Little of everything. Smoky blue cheese, brie, Irish cheddar, sheep cheese, hard salami, sumer sausage, proscuitto, chocolate, strawberries, grapes, pepperoncini. Our appetizer/dinner sometimes inspired me to think outside the box. Our fabulous repast when our good friends visited this past weekend. A nice drive around the chain-0-lakes. A sip or two of that …

Carnivore Dreams – My Mother

No, I don't look like my mother. Hardly anyone does. If you saw my last post, you understand the reference:

Carnivore Dreams – Vicarious Pain

I'd say I was 13 or 14 maybe. Or 15 even. In our living room at the farmhouse. Our two dogs, Rusty and Ginger, my brother, of course. Boys would say to me, 'Too bad you don't look more like your mother." Obviously. Ha. I looked like my father, except for my hands and feet, …

Carnivore Dreams – Hopeful Friday

One of my favorite photos and a good one for Friday. I'll do some reading of Thomas Lynch, my literary funeral director, a poet, over my coffee and ponder a day that I am pretty sure will be better than most: First, HUD and Novad accepted the appraisal value of our home so we can …

Carnivore Dreams – Glenn Greenwald

Another brilliant article by Glenn about the tactics of the left attempting woke censorship and identity politics. Worth a read for sure: https://greenwald.substack.com/p/criticizing-public-figures-including?r=655ec&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=email&utm_source=copy