Just finished dinner. It's a heck of a meal. Easy, good. Not the usual. Recommended. I'll do it again with a jalapeno added and the sausage removed, and more of the spices than I used this time. I like spicy. Next time I will have some hard bread too.
Shakshuka is simmering right now waiting for eggs. It has Johnsonville pattys (3) a poblano and a yellow bell pepper so off recipe there. Redgold crushed tomatoes and a small can of redgold sauce instead of paste so off recipe there too. It still smells incredible.
I wear fishing shirts almost every day. Went shopping for more today. Academy has their store brand in huge selection of colors and sizes for about a third of what BPS wants for their store brand. Just FYI. Don't work for either place.
I'm thinking about my list and wonder if I should classify Guardians of the Galaxy as one of my chick flicks. The only other chick flicks I have are Steel Magnolias and From Dusk 'til Dawn.
We need to make it five westerns, five comedies, five drama, five sci-fi, five gangster, five love stories, five chick flicks, five cartoons and five Cheech and Chong. Much more reasonable limit.
Gavin:
1. Is it true that H&R Block hires streetcorner people to do taxes for their clientele?
2. Can you figure out a way I can deduct the money I spend on ethanol as a medical expense? I read somewhere that wine is good for me. It should be deductible.
I had a pig snoot sandwich when I worked in STL. Went across the river to get it. A deep fried hard thing that was unmistakably what it was. Served between two slices of white bread with what was probably Maull's barbecue sauce. It was not good in any way. Texture, flavor or ambience of the lovely spot where it was served.
I never figured out if that was what they sold to honkeys from across the river as a form of revenge or whether some people actually like that sort of thing. Troubles me at night sometimes yet today thinking about that.
Tonight we got home late from grandson's baseball season opener. I made a cheeseburger. Toasted buttered bun, Iowa ground beef and Colby jack. Browned that burger, melted the cheese, got out four big leaves of spinach, three dill pickle slices and Heinz 57. And a Coors. It worked. Oh and they won. He threw out one guy stealing second and one guy who had a passed ball on strike three. And some offense. Good day.
My grandmother, who mostly raised me, was a professional caterer. Which no doubt got me the job as waiter in the fine dining room at the local finishing school for young women from good families. Some day when you want know all of the ins and outs of setting a proper table and serving and clearing dinner, let me know. But I warn you. It will take a while.