I am suffering from chicken withdrawal.
I only see the girls for about 30 minutes in the morning, and they're already alseep when I come home. I have a timer, which always seems to work on the weekends, when I'm there to observe it, but not on weekdays, when I'm not. And once they're bedded, it's probably a bad idea to wake them up with a few more hours of light (although I'm sure they'd be amenable if food was involved). I have to just content myself with painting them: I'm currently working on a large, reproachful painting of Beulah. Additionally, I'm toying with the concept of comb adornments, for special chicken occasions (in the paintings, silly, not actually).
And: GET OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have a fly problem in my house. Aside from the creepiness of flies, in winter, in my house, they drive the cats crazy and they're constantly knocking shit over in their ineffectual attempts to catch them. I killed four last night - with my bare hand, ick, but effective, and three the night before. Since my basement is dark, low-ceilinged, wet and rife with spider webs, I'm going to wait for the weekend to see if there's a rotting corpse I forgot about down there.
In my recent sobriety, I appear to have replaced hooch with chocolate chip cookies, which I can't seem to stop making. Chocolate chip cookies have never been my favorite - I'm not a freak about chocolate and they were always too cloyingly sweet. However, I have modified the recipe and it has resulted in something like crack. And I will share it with you:
Modify any chocolate chip recipe with GOOD chocolate: 70% or above cacao content and - important - bittersweet. I use Scharffen Berger or Guittard. Whether you're using chips or block chocolate, mince it up. Add 1 cup chopped walnuts and after you drop the cookies on a sheet, press each with a wet spoon and sprinkle with gray sea salt (about 1/4 teaspoon per cookie). Bake and become your own special Amy Winehouse.

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