Home Is Where The Waffle Is. February 21, 2011
Posted by Cathy in Travel.trackback
Good to be back in Texas!
Beautiful snow capped Colorado mountains have long left the rear view mirror… replaced by flat unapologetically ugly working-man’s ranch land. But in my mind, I’m home.
High-test caffeine washes down the butter and syrup smothered soft-crunchy carbohydrates. No more dread-locked, unwashed pretentious ignorance and arrogance creeping me out.
I’ll take Texas friendly.
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No more dread-locked, unwashed pretentious ignorance and arrogance creeping me out.
Hmmph. I thought my dreads totally rocked.
Welcome home Cathy!
Geoff?
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Geoff? is.gd/hUwcog
The stars at night
are big and bright
*nom nom nom nom
Deep in the heart of Texas
Yay, Cathy’s home!
Michael was wasting away… and getting cranky.
Michael was wasting away… and getting cranky.
But he did find interesting ways to amuse himself.
Michael was wasting away… and getting cranky.
But he did find interesting ways to amuse himself.
*amusement?*
well, perhaps bemusement would be more appropriate
and getting cranky.
I gave my heart and soul to the campaign to ban Rosetta, and was totally disrespected. You would be cranky too.
BTW Michael, I made and served bulgogi yesterday. It was pretty tasty.
I used this recipe but a different cut of beef, and I left out the garlic and sesame seeds.
http://www.foodandwine.com/recipes/korean-grilled-beef
Thanks for the recommendation.
BTW Michael, I made and served bulgogi yesterday.
I followed you up until “served” and then that belch threw me off. What was it you made?
I gave my heart and soul to the campaign to ban Rosetta, and was totally disrespected. You would be cranky too.
Would it make you feel better if you banned him here? I mean, I doubt he would even notice, but still…
And the best part is, you don’t even have to put up a poll to do it here!
I followed you up until “served” and then that belch threw me off.
That’s pretty close to my reaction when she told us what we were about to eat..
we’re gonna eat…. what?
I let one of the guests talk me into loosening the restraints, but nobody tried to get away. So that’s what I call dinner party success.
Bulgogi is sorta the Korean national style of BBQ. You eat it by hand, using lettuce leaves as sort of a wrapper for the meat.
I bought a couple nice heads of bibb to use for that purpose. People ended up trying to build Dagwood sandwiches on a lettuce leaf, then gave up and used flatware.
In a bulgogi restaurant, by the way, you just get raw meat (marinaded) and cook it yourself at the table on a brazier. It’s fun.
Flatware is cheating, but excusable as an alternative to Korean chopsticks, which are metal and round, and very tricky to use compared to normal Chinese chopsticks.
People ended up trying to build Dagwood sandwiches on a lettuce leaf,
I said I was sorry!!!
*noogies*
Honestly, it tasted awesome. Lauraw is a great cook.
Welcome home, sweet lady! Thank goodness – Michael’s been running loose on the blogs again….
Can I get untied now?
In a bulgogi restaurant, by the way, you just get raw meat (marinaded) and cook it yourself at the table on a brazier. It’s fun.
If I want to cook my own food, I’ll stay home and not have to put make-up on.
Hi Cathy!
Can I get untied now?
Are you going to go running straight to the cops again?
If I want to cook my own food, I’ll stay home and not have to put make-up on.
If I want to cook my own food, I’ll, ummmmm, I’ll get some food, I guess. And some stuff to cook it in. And, well, I’ll probably need some things to eat it on and with.
Maybe some instruction manuals? Oh, and I’ll need to find that weird room in the house with those heating thingies.
. . .I’ll get some food, I guess.
All you need is meat and Nacho Cheese Doritos.
When you go to the grocery store, it is kind of intimidating at first. It’s a huge place with a gazillion items for sale that you don’t want. So just approach an attractive female and ask her, “Excuse me, ma’am, can you direct me towards the meat and Nacho Cheese Doritos?” She almost certainly can steer you in the right direction.
Maybe some instruction manuals?
I got you covered. Here’s how you do it.
1. Slap some meat on the grill and burn it.
2. Put burned meat on a plate, arrange Nacho Cheese Doritos around the meat. Open another beer.
3. You are done. You just cooked your own dinner.
Put burned meat on a plate, arrange Nacho Cheese Doritos around the meat.
For appetizer I made fresh pork lumpia (slim, crispy spring rolls flavored with coriander) with spicy peanut sauce, too.
When I was wrapping them that morning, Scott made fun of me for making so many.
We had *two* left over.
OK, that’s enough. I’m just jazzed about the whole thing. We never entertain, really. Just starting a new habit for it.
I like the foodie aspect of it.
Maybe next time, Hungarian food?
Hungarian Chicken Paprikash.
Just don’t do Goulash. It’s a cliche.
Actually, I bet you can do any Hungarian recipe that involves noodles and the word “Paprikash” and it’s going to be pretty awesome.
Yeah?
Can we add cookbooks to the Book Club?
Can’t tell you, Laura. Somebody else is running the book club.
*looks out front door*
*looks at watch*
*kicks laundry pile under the bed*
*gets out calculator and figures driving time again*
Awwww. Maybe she stopped to pick up something nice for you. A candy bar? Maybe some takeout food. Or some Glade Stick-Ups, perhaps.
*Imagines Cathy sailing through the door with a SuperSoaker full of Febreze*
Laura, as soon as I get some teefs, I wanna try your lumpia.
But isn’t your version humpia?
I love Hungarian Goulash.
Well I can’t goof off anymore. I have to go grocery shopping.
I’ve never had goulash or any other Hungarian food, so it wouldn’t be cliche for me.
I already got a bottle of Febreze, which I sprayed on the laundry pile and under my arms.
I did the dishes too. Did I mention that already?
I could do with a waffle, BTW.
I guess it will be a bad sign if the dogs refuse to come inside. That is what has me worried.
xbrad, hope all is going well with your post-op situation. I imagine you must be losing weight. Do you own a meat grinder? That might be helpful for a while, to help stay hearty.
What if the dogs run straight to where you’ve hidden the dead hooker? I’d think that would be more embarrassing.
Brad, I think we have two Belgian waffle irons here. Somewhere. We used them during the last Texas Moron Meet-Up. Plus, we have some genyooine Vermont maple syrup that we bought in Vermont after the last meeting of the New England Moron Clique™. So, you just have to show up.
What if the dogs run straight to where you’ve hidden the dead hooker?
She’s submerged in the deep end of the pool. Not a problem.
Well, my icecream and pudding diet (which has lately been supplemented with lots of Top Ramen and macaroni salad) hasn’t lost me any weight.
I haven’t GAINED any, but I haven’t lost any.
Oh gosh, put some soft little meatballs in that ramen and boil them up. You need meat.
She’s submerged in the deep end of the pool. Not a problem.
Oh. Well. That’s. Nice.
Jeebers, Brad, that sounds horrible. Here’s my idea for a good recipe for you:
1. Grill some brats.
2. Beat them with a small sledge hammer.
3. Squirt the brat mush with brown mustard. Open a beer. Using a spatula, collect the brat mush from around the room and put the mush in hot dog buns.
4. You are done. You have a good dinner.
Good idea, laura.
If Scott should coincidentally happen to die soon in a horrific speargun accident, wanna get married?
To me, I mean.
Oh. Well. That’s. Nice.
Not so much. The chlorinater is working overtime.
This steak is awesome.
Can’t really eat a hot dog bun, Michael.
Bread is really problematic. Meat, I just chop it up, then swallow little bits.
I’ve noticed that I’ve been very careful not to eat alone, in case i do choke.
OK, Brad, I’m trying to work with you.
Instead of the hot dog buns, which are admittedly airy and hard to chew and swallow, get some corn tortillas from your local Mexican grocery. They will melt in your mouth. Get some Pace Salsa while you are there.
Then, after grilling the brats,
1. Beat the brats with the sledge hammer
2. Wrap the brat goo with a tortilla, after collecting the goo off the walls with a spatula.
3. Top with salsa, and maybe some hot pepper jack cheese
4. Open a beer. You are done and you have a good dinner.
I’m just trying to help.
Michael, I’m not trying to be difficult here, but I’m just not seeing why we need to ruin a perfectly good brat with a bread type product.
A bread product gives you an excuse to use beer to assist with swallowing.
I don’t need an excuse.
I don’t need an excuse.
OK. Just don’t embarrass yourself by buying anything other than Pace Salsa from Texas when you prepare this meal.
**looks at jar**
This stuff’s made in New York City!
New York City??!
HAHAHAHAHA! I was just thinking of that commercial too!
Low hanging fruit is the sweetest.
First thing Cathy does when she gets home?
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or http://is.gd/TFAzmk
or http://is.gd/Nljqx0
or http://tinyurl.com/2w5wcoe
She was thirsty.
This stuff’s made in New York City!
I just pitch the highballs.
Somebody else has to hit them.
I just need some chicken soup.
That’s all I need.
Are you still sick??
*whips up a Chicken Soup Pie*
Poor Dave. But there’s pie on the way!
I shall liiiiiive,
for pieeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Yeah, I started comin down with a cold Saturday night, had fever until tonight.. did the sweats and the chills thing all day yesterday and this morning. Aches.. everything hurts. Ev-ry-thing.
Oh yuck. Do you have Nyquil? And the good Sudafed that you have to show your license in order to get?
A double dose of the Nyquil and smoke the Sudafed and you’ll be a new man.
Nyquil is of the debbil. I’m allergic or something.
Nothing but vivid evil nightmares and the stumbling skeevies.
Why does everyone feel sorry for Dave?
Huh?
He has a cold. Big fuckin’ deal. You gotta be a pussy to even notice a cold.
Meanwhile, Cathy has been out of town for two weeks, there is huge pile of laundry here, and this house smells like ass.
Does anybody feel sorry for me? Yes, you should.
This is a character building exercise, Michael. Go with it.
Plus you had the Spirit Grille to fall back on.
mmmm, Spirit Grille, absolutely the best bacon cheeseburger of my life.
*whimper*
I WILL RETURN!
Well crap … screwed that one up, I think it should be: I SHALL RETURN!
Got home a bit after 7:00 p.m.. Unpacking the car took awhile. Car still has road crap on it from being in Colorado snow and slush.
Peaches and Rosie are glad to be home. Made two gin martinis with a twist to decompress. Hitting the sack soon. Missed blogging and all you morons.
Good trip. I’m a good daughter no matter what anyone says.
Laundry will wait until tomorrow. The house looks clean and smells clean.
*pictures crack whores vacuuming with the Dyson*
*suspicious*
Yay, Cathy’s home!
Everybody act natural.
*pictures crack whores vacuuming with the Dyson*
What? We missed a spot?
Poor little bunny! Dave’s got a Man Cold.
Happy Birthday Michael!!!!!!
Happy Birthday Michael!
Yo.
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Thanks!
Happy Birthday Michael! How many spanks do you need?
Happy Birthday Michael! How many spanks do you need?
Just. Guess. Lipstick!
Lips, your hand will hurt before you are finished, just sayin’
HAHAHA, I have a riding crop!
HAHAHA, I have a riding crop!
Sumbunny is gonna hurt!
It’s my birthday, too!!
(in July)
Happy Early Birthday, Harrison.
*whap
Hello Newman.
Happy Birthday Michael! How many spanks do you need?
Lips, just keep spankin’ until your arm gets sore. You’ll be pretty close to the correct number.
…just keep spankin’ until your arm gets sore.
Words to live by.
Happy Birthday, Michael.
Our arms are still tired.
Happy Birthday, Batman!
I’m guessing the riding crop isn’t for the ferrets, and I don’t recall hearing anything aboot horsies, so the crop is for…. – still a family blog, isn’t it?
Happy Early Birthday, Harrison.
*whap
THANK YOU, MA’AM, MAY I HAVE ANOTHER!!
WHAP!
You’re welcome, maggot.
*sigh*
Isn’t she dreamy?
Damn right I am. Now drop and give me twenty!
*searches for twenty dollar bill.
Uh, can I be next?
Geezer! Gimme some four count burpies right now!
(channeling my elementary school gym teacher)
Not fast enough. *WHAP!
HEY! Leave that old man alone!
Unless, of course, he’s paid his twenty…
What I’m listening to now:
Toby Keith – Patriotic American that goes the extra mile for the troops.
Unlike the Ditzy Clucks.
He used to have such a mullet.
A co-worker’s little kids called them “The Chicksie Dicks.”