That Time of Year

Twice a year, in my kitchen, this happens...

The sunset hits the beveled leaded glass mirror over the mantle in the dining room and floods the kitchen with the colours of the world.

This means only one thing :


Der Budding Bronx
By Anonymous


Der spring is sprung,
Der grass is riz'
I wonda where dem boidies is?
Da little boid is on da wing;
Ain't dat absoid.
Da little wing is on da boid.

The Jet Age

After all these years of traveling around the globe, I thought I had heard all of the excuses that the commercial airlines use for flight delays. You know, bad weather, faulty equipment, pilots strike, rabid passenger, geese, etc. So, on my way home from my Auntie's funeral over the weekend this came up. SeaTac airport Seattle, clear-ish day there and clear in NYC despite various rain/snowstorm combinations, but no plane at the gate. A natural assumption, in that part of the world, is that the connecting flight was late leaving Anchorage, Juneau, or some other northern oasis. Approaching the scheduled 8AM departure time, an announcement was made changing the departure to 9AM. No worries and no explanation given, but this was to be expected.

At about 9AM, the airline clerk at the desk gets on the PA, and very hesitantly says this :

"We are sorry for the delay, but the plane is stuck in the mud."

I am not making this up.

The Olde Homestead

This is for my cousins.

Sarah, Anna, and Kristen.

Enjoy all of you...

The Perfect Roast Chicken

FAT Tuesday

It's that time of year again.

So, what are you going to give up??

Paté? Frappucinos?? Hog Jowls??? Talking to your In-Laws????

The world wants to know.

SNO DAY!!

So, after hitching up the sled dogs, braving the gauntlet of feral children armed with ice-balls who were given a day without their keepers, and the treacherous ice floes on every street corner requiring a kayak and harpoon to negotiate, I ventured to the local über-mart.

During times of mass hysteria, you know, 9/11, an in-store appearance by Justin Timberlake and Miley Cyrus, a snowstorm, etc., what is left on the shelves can often be an indication as to the general attitude of civilisation. My neighborhood is very family oriented; so, one might expect the normal things like milk and eggs to be gone from the shelves. Not so. There were no frozen waffles, no english muffins, no cookies, no ice cream, no bread, few frozen veggies, and plenty of toilet paper, cleaning products, and beer.

What could this mean?

I ask you.

UGH

All I'm sayin'..........


Please Click on the above for the Link.


This must be seen to be believed. Even when we were at "Universtity" and our tummies were invencible, or when we were during our "Damn the Torpedoes" years cramming for a "Gradual" Degree Oral, this was not a problem.


However, Yeowza!


There may be a limit.


I'm all for extreme, but all of these seem as if they are catered toward the masses as opposed to being a novelty.


I nee advice........


http://www.orlandosentinel.com/health/sfl-mark-calorie-killers-pg,0,3750803.photogallery?index=hc-kfc-double-down-sandwich-picture-foto


Comment please.

The Deli Counter

Have you ever been behind a couple at your favorite Deli counter?

You know the type I'm talking about.

They shop in pairs and are constantly in conference with each other about whether this is the right ingredient for the special recipe; that, they just downloaded from the inter-web because some idiot recommended it; which, they are making that very night, because they have eight people coming over; and, they need to show off their spanky new gourmet kitchen, that they took out a second mortgage to get; which, has only ever been used to re-warm last night's Chinese take-out in the microwave; since, they order in every night of the week, anyway; and, all they have in their over-and-under stainless steel fridge are various condiments and some 2% milk that has seen better days.

They wander through the aisles clutching their recipe printout like the bible and question every ingredient to the micro-gram; "Well, it says 28 oz. (800 g.) of canned tomatoes in the recipe, but all of the cans are 35 oz. (1000 g.), is this okay??". This "consulting" gets even worse when they actually reach the Deli counter. Then there is a bickering over what's the difference between Speck, Pancetta, and Proscuitto. Not to mention that they need exactly 4 oz. (115 g.) of one of them, or nothing will work. Because, that's what's the recipe says; and it must be true. The problem is all they have at this Deli is Smoked Bacon, so now it's time to panic.