I'm sitting here on the laptop while my wife watches some 400 pound woman who for some reason has a show about being fat and fabulous. I want to murder people right now.
After grilling for a good portion of the day today, making meals for the upcoming week, I've come to a few conclusions about life: 1. Sausage patties are highly underrated. 2. Marinated London Broil grilled rare and then sliced thin tastes very similar to NY Strip and costs about $7 less a pound. 3. Fuck bees. 4. Never go balls to chin with an electric razor.
Hate the NBA but that was a good game. It'll be interesting to see how the city of Cleveland reacts, riots maybe they'll torch the river again.
I got our new grill today. A big stainless steel five burner. Of course next comes the "magical task" of putting a big heavy steel thing together. Oh suuuuuuuuure you fancy-ass folks with a gas line get your grill assembled and attached with your purchase. Not the Hank Hills of the world.
You idjut... should have bought it here: https://patiopalace.com/ They assemble it and drop it off and set it up for you and take away your old one. Been buying from them for over 30 years, and just replaced my mom's BBQ. Reasonable prices but phenomenal service.
I think the Texas Hill Country is ultimately the reason I became an atheist. I mean, I used to believe in heaven, and then I moved here.
I Meh, I don't mind. Lowe's was one minute away and it was a great deal. Good enough that two were sold while I was there. But you are right about Patio Palace. They are a terrific store.
Random text just reminded me of something.... Raise your hand if you grew up watching the original Power Rangers. Now raise your hand if you ever were involved in firing the actor who played the original Red Ranger, "Jason." .... Just me? ... Ok. Yeah, it was a sad day. Last I heard (years ago) he was going to jail on drug charges. I hope he's turned his life around. Regardless, my childhood was ruined that day.
Fucking Maryland. I spent a few weeks in Baltimore last month at our corporate office up there and that's all they can talk about. Crabs. We have crabs. And crab cakes. Yeah, you steam the bastards and then put seasoning on top of the shells. Fuck you. I had what I was assured was "the best crab cake in Maryland" and, meh. I mean, it was pretty good, but if that is as good as it gets, then stop talking to me about your fucking crabs. Also, if they get too annoying tell them the bulk of their crabs come from Texas and Louisiana.
Last night I was watching the season finale of Penny Dreadful and crying. Then I went online and read tributes to Anton Yelchin from Star Trek actors and crying. Half a bottle of wine disappeared. Fortunately no ill effects this morning.
I am no way, shape or form a Cleveland fan. I also hate the NBA. I am not quite sure why I found myself watching the game last night. With 10 seconds left when Cleveland was up by 4, my brain was trying to figure out how they would lose. It never even crossed my mind that they could actually win. That was a hell of a story. Being from Ohio my facebook feed has been full of people that either hate LeBron or love him. Apparently some people think he isn't good? I think he lead the finals in all of the statistical categories for both teams.
Regarding crabs: When I was in university, had moved into my own apartment, had a part time job, and was making enough scratch that I wasn't eating ramen every day, I stumbled into the grocery store one night to see that frozen crab legs were on sale. I decided to treat myself. As I grabbed a bag, I asked the guy at the fish counter how to prepare these. "Boil 'em in salt water until they're red. Dip 'em in butter. You've got crackers, right?" "Yes, I've got crackers." I went home. I boiled. I melted butter. Fifteen minutes later, I called my boyfriend in tears because my hands were shredded from ripping these fucking things apart. "Don't you have crackers?", he asked, helpfully. "Yes, I have fucking saltine crackers. I don't even know what the fuck the point of them is - they taste awful with crab." Cue YEARS of ridicule.