Experimental Veggie Burgers and Cheesy Biscuits

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Okay, you know how sometimes if you say a certain word over and over, it starts to sound really bizarre?  Try it.  Bicycle.  Bicycle.  Bicycle. 

The same thing happened to me just now as I was typing the title to this post.  Biscuits.  Bisciuts?  Biscuits?  Biscuits?  Can this be right?

Anyway, this post is about one ambitious day (the same day, in fact, that I made my luscious Sweet Potato Bisque) that I made up a recipe for my own veggie burgers and made biscuits for the burgers instead of rolls.  Why?  Biscuits are quicker.  Even if “biscuit” is a weird word.

“It kind of makes me happy and sad at the same time.”

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This came in the mail yesterday.

The card is filled with sympathetic messages from some of the staff at the vet’s office where I brought Blur this past Monday.  Not just “so sorry for your loss,” but sentences.  Small paragraphs.  Sweet and stunning.

And then there’s Blur’s left front paw print.  It’s hers alright.  Small, double-pawed. 

I never expected this.  The card, yes, but not the paw print.