Well fuck. Our little Mac is on the blink, so Corinthian's going to have a rough time updating either Five-Part Trilogy or Big Suck Loser. He was actually in the midst of a review when it locked up; now it blinks this ominous question mark on it. Fucking computers.
So it wasn't shaping up to be a great day (he gave me this news around 5:50am so instead of going back to sleep I'm lying there wondering if everything on the ipod is going to be lost forever). Considering the three lethal margaritas I seem to have consumed with D & Morris last night (and what Morris was drinking was mystifying--it invovled beer on ice with lime and tabasco sauce--this after a fat margarita on the rocks!!), I stopped at the Chick-Fil-A for some chickin-minis or whatever the hell they're called. I blame one of our regulars for turning me onto them. She brought them for us one morning...it's the biscuity dough the "chickin" is wrapped in, it's addictive...Anyway, the dude at the window actually had a personality. It really caught me off guard. They'll have that bastard broken within a week.
And now the other lab girl and myself are struggling to make a day of what little we have here. It's going to be a Very. Long. Day.
But at least there's still leftover barbeque for dinner! And possibly brioche if it's not staler than hell. The 'que turned out mighty fine; marinading for two days instead of one made a very big difference in the flavor. It's just hard to prepare anything that far ahead. And it cooked for 2 hours per pound, which should have meant 8 hours but was more like 9. I actually finished a bottle of wine before that bastard was ready to be dealt with. And even though the temp just would not break 150F no matter how much longer I left it, it was fine, no one became deathly ill (and I didn't want to dry him out--yuck)!
Need to hit the Fine Cookings this evening for something new to make. We polished off the ginger-pumpkin cheesecake a while back, so a new dessert may be in order. I'm tempted to try another cheesecake since the crust got the better of me. Too sticky. Not enough cookie. But cheesecake sounds horrid at the moment, what with it being 110F outside...
Okay, blogger keeps flipping out and disconnecting itself. I'm just going to post and let it recover...
2 comments:
There is some Fine Cooking issue with "pudding cakes" in it that are simple and very satisfying.
And, oh, god, you told me who Corinthian is once upon a time, I just know it---but I forgot. Ahem. Well, I replied to the salad comment and let me just say that I can, once in a while, connect the dots a bit faster than that. I'll try not to be the weird family from Vermont that you have to deal with every few years or so....
OH, I meant to say, I hope your computer is going to be ok. The question mark does sound rather...ominous. When our computer threatens to crash or just fucks up---I feel like our whole world will change as we know it. I think I spend too much of my free time on here.
We don't have Chick Fil A here, but I'd try one of those thingies if we did. Mmmmm.
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