I've got one more hour to wish you a happy Fasnacht Day! If you want to attempt a recipe, knock yourself out. I had about three of these odd gems today and my hair has a nice sheen. Fasnachts are magical. Keeping my job in Lancaster County definitely has its perks.
If you are thinking of giving me a gift and you just don't know what to get, please consider giving me a Dunkin Donuts card. I am quite smitten with their products as of late. And yes, that is me in the accompanying picture.
We went out to celebrate something big that will happen for us in Delaware in two years. I ate my self into a sickly state at T.G.I. Friday's. This is wrong on so many levels. We had a gift card. No excuse though, I made my sick bed, now I must lie in it.
One thing that brings me joy these days - Neko Case's "Fox Confessor Brings The Flood". I've listened to it at least twice a day for the past two weeks. That equals many times.
And for the record, I'm very much sober and my medicines are all very well regulated.
As you may know, I spend a good amount of time reading about fast food via the Web. (We all have our hobbies.) While the subject of this article is definitely not a laughing matter, the name of the restaurant in this story couldn't help but touch my legs and breastsinner Beavis. Here's a link to a blog with a sample of their signage.
Feel free to suggest some ads/taglines for the company in the comments section.
I really don't think that this is what Paul & Artie had in mind when they sang their ditty about what's going down At the Zoo. Here are some of the more interesting takes on the story you've already heard so much about:
Two great tastes that taste great together? PBNPR&R? Last week I noticed that Pabst Blue Ribbon had started underwriting NPR's"All Things Considered." I thought you'd enjoy this observation (if you hadn't already) since we're often on the same page about this kinda stuff. For those in need of a leg-up, PBR sponsoring programming on NPR is an interesting brand mash-up.
There are conclusions people draw about NPR listeners (yuppie, liberal, educated, tend to keep cars in garage, drink beer for taste) and PBR drinkers (rednecks, po' folks, tend to keep cars on blocks, those who drink beer to forget). Those conclusions are somewhat of a stretch. In recent years, PBR has enjoyed a bit of a comeback, especially with live music venues. It's a fashionable beer for the indie set. I haven't witnessed much in terms of an NPR resurgence with this crowd, but I do know that it's usually a topic of conversation ("I heard it on NPR, yo!"). Hmmm... I guess it's a good fit after all. Way to go marketing wizards. I think you're onto something.
I just added this poultry baster to my wishlist. I solemnly swear that if you get it for me, I will only use it for it's intended purpose. And if you decide to visit Amazon, you can pick me up a copy of the new Drive-By Truckers disc while you're there. Same disclaimer applies to that as well.
I asked you to cook my chicken and I failed to give you the complete review. Please check out this photo album for the totally mesmerizing review of the meal, its preparation, and ultimate consumption. If you hadn't guessed by now, Emily was the winning recipe submitter. Her prize will be a random CD selected from my massive archive. The criteria for the CD is that it has to not have been listened to at all by these here ears in the past three years. Hope you like Tracy Chapman buddy.
Dearest fans, readers, and chicken recipe submitters, It is with great sadness that I report to you that tonight... there was no chicken served in the holaolah flat. I returned home from my day in the fields of labor, the market, and library only to find my meat still frosty. Our microwave is simply untrustable when it comes to defrosting items of great import, so we will all just have to sit back and let the icecaps melt from my 12 little chicken legs. You will be pleased to know that a winning recipe was submitted and the proper ingredients were procured at a fair market price from my neighborhood Superfresh. Sorry fellows (Kyle, Mark, and Will) I think you can figure out who won just by the mention of the trip to the grocery store. Thanks for playing and stay tuned for more opportunities to win.
What did I end up eating, you ask? The answer is simple: I foremaned up a Trader Joe's Nirvana Burger and a bunch of asparagus dusted w/black pepper. Light and tasty, that's not usually how I roll, but I wanted to watch the Live Aid DVD I got from the library on a full stomach. That's not meant to be taken as callously as it sounds. I just wanted to hurry up and eat and get back to the 80s.
Someday I will leave my exile off main street and report some real big city news for you. Consider these my wilderness years dear brethren. I am honing my skills, waiting for my call.
One more thought before I get back to Bryan Adams (because "kids wanna rock")... yesterday thoughts turned to rednecks via my blog reading and a viewing of "Easy Rider." I got to thinking that back in the day, a double-feature of "Deliverance" and the previously mentioned film would have made for a very interesting and freaky experience.