Snow Day Food

For me, snow day is the perfect excuse to spend the day cooking some tasty grub. Realizing that the winter weather warning was for real, yesterday I went down to the Kroger and got some supplies. Tonight we reaped the fruits of my labor.

This is what a Duck looks like, all thawed and removed from the vacuum packaging. Note the big poofy fat breasts. This is what we like.

This is what it looks like when it is done. I used Alton Brown's Mighty Duck method, in which the bird is quartered, steamed for 45 minutes, then the skin is browned in a nuclear core hot iron skillet in a 450 degree oven. It was really delicious. For all those haters out there who will complain that there is not a vegetable in my menu and therefore I am denying my family a balanced and nutritious dinner, allow me to direct your attention to the lovely green parsley leaves  on top. Try and convince me that is not a leafy green vegetable.

On the side:

Brioche

 

 

Potatoes

 

Home Made sticky buns for desert

The whole spread

Snow Days are the most awesomest thing in the whole galaxy. Tomorrow we go Mexican.

As we all bask in the glow of this holy and righteous righting of the country, allow yourself a few minutes to contemplate the brave and honest voters of our God-fearing land who stood in line, against all odds, to make their voice heard.

Go here to hear a series of interviews with Arkansas voters. Their knowledge of the issues and cunning intellect cuts to the bone.

I have two favorites, and of course, they save the best for last. First is insufferable honkey, Leotis Smith, who has never voted for a republican, but reminds us that the country is not ready for an African American in the White House, "I'm onna tell ya, I wonna furhurrrepiden - I jus not ready fur it, I not ready fur it myself."

And finally, a sweet lady at the Bus Stop named Darlene, who isn't voting this year. Not because of her multiple felonies, but because, "I ain't getting shit." When the reporter points out that Obama is an African American candidate, she takes issue, "His Mammy White!"

I have two new things to tell you about. First of all, I have discovered the greatest blog off all time, ever. It is captivating. I cannot stop reading it. The best satire I have seen in a long time. My favorite parts are the incredulous commenters. Some people are so gullible to think that they can correct this person. Pure Genius.

The second thing I wanted to mention is that I only fuel my vehicles from this source.

It was really Exciting. That is me on the guitar.

Can You Name Them All?

For my DF8 Friends and The Cap'n

This what I am talking about.

Bottom to top:
Hand Sliced and Buttered Marble Rye Toast
Golden's Mustard
Havarti Cheese
Leaf Lettuce
Tomato
Kosher Salt
Turkey
Ham
Salami
Cappicola
Soppresetta
Home Made Refrigerator Dill Chips
Fresh Ground Pepper
Minced Red Onion
Alfalfa Sprouts
Mayonnaise

Nothing makes me happier.

Miss J went to go see her sweet Maw tonight, so Wylie, Miles and I had us a guy's night. We started off with some video games and cartoons, then we had a feast of mac and cheese with fried bacon. With an hour or so to kill until bed time, Wylie suggested we have a jam session. Miles replied, "Yeah, come on Daddoe, let's start a BAND!!"

So I got my acoustic guitar, Wylie choose my mandolin, and Miles brought a mystery bugle. Our rule was, when a song is done, pass your instrument to the right. Whoever felt like singing was the band leader.



Here is a recording of our grand finale. It was written by Miles and features him on mando and lead vocals, Wylie on mystery bugle, and The Dadoe on guitar and backup vocals. The title of the song is, Eat Spinach All Day. Be sure and notice Wylie's note of punctuation at the end.