Super Sunday!

Now that I am on the job it is just a matter of time before our suffering ends and this becomes a national holiday bracketed by 2 days off. Don't we all need more days off? You know we do, plus, it's Sunday, a day to relax, to reflect, and to explore our spiritual side, ... and nothing says spiritual like genetic freaks risking concussion, arthritis, and heart attacks to entertain us by playing a kids game. Somewhere Michael Vick is laughing at us.

Our musical selection today strays from gospel over to the country charts.

Not an ounce of irony in that whole song.


I'm heading beach ward in a few moments. Off to Linda's on route one. Time for lobster benedict. How can you not love lobster benedict? Just like how can you not love Linda's? A family place that will hum hundreds of patrons through their doors this morning. Linda will bark, Renee and Debbie and the kids will just smile and work harder, and everyone will be happier for it.  Now that's what I'm talking about! Mmmmm Linda's.


I am expecting wings, baby Ruben sandwiches, and salt and pepper chips tonight. Feel free to surprise me with other stuff, more is always better. Go Packers!

Super Bowl's coming.

Superbowl is coming tomorrow. Isn't it time to declare the Monday after a national holiday? We are a particularly argumentative people, wearing faux rebel gear, wrapped in the flag, and ready to exercise out 2nd amendment rights on anyone that disagrees with us, I say any event that we can all agree on should become some sort of national celebration. We need to wallow in our common ground. Besides do we really benefit from 60 or 70 million hung-over people showing up for work on Monday? I didn't think so.

Now being the chippy jack-offs that we are ( that's us boys) you know you can't possibly enjoy the Super Bowl unless you have a team to root for. That's tough for this Super Bowl. Pittsburgh is the 24th biggest television market in the country and I think they only have etch-a-sketch in Green Bay. Looks like we are going to have to trump up some false rage to get this party started on the right foot (yes ladies, I know you don't have to hate on someone to watch a game, that's why you are sometimes better than us, but that's also  why you are going to be in the kitchen most of the evening chatting and waiting for the commercials to come on).

Now it is just my opinion, but Pittsburgh has Rothlesburger which gives them a head start on the villein thing. (you might want to watch this ladies and join the hate; blame the victim much?)

In fact the Steelers pretty much win this one outright, but in the interest of being fair and balanced we will at least try to hate on the Packers.

Now a lot of you young-ins are thinking..."What's the big deal?" but I promise you that every old school coach in this country, and is there any other kind of coach?, was throwing things at the television when this self-involved nitwit started celebrating before he was in the end zone. Belichek and Ryan in the same room would both be throwing the same things at the screen. Why?

That's why. You should be impressed with yourself after you do something great, not before. We aren't going to get into a meta discussion on why we are going to hell in a hand basket, at least not today, so the sexual predator beats the happy buffoon for todays target. I say "Go Packers!"

We already whipped up some wings this week. Good Super Bowl food. If it's going to be a party though we need something more for the buffet. Start with chips, spring for the good stuff (my personal favorite is salt and pepper). Add some shrimp, a couple of dips, a vegetable plate (blanch the broccoli), it's all good, but you want something a little more substantial. How about this?

SnowDay!

Here in New England the 24 hour news cycle always yields to a snowstorm. Brave news corespondents tape at the very edge of snow filled streets braving the cold and spray from the plows. People hunker down in their homes surrounded by there loved ones, or the loaves of bread and gallons of milk they obtained in in a Lord of The Flies pre-storm frenzy. I mock the prepared at my own Karmic risk from the safety of my den. Do not do the same in a crowded Market Basket when a snow emergancy has been declared. It's snowy and cold in February in New England. How would we manage if a highly paid television personality didn't tell us what to do?

Well I didn't watch the news this morning, so I looked out the window. February, check! Snowy, check! Cold check! I'd guess I'd better dress warmly if I have to go out, stay off the roads, and stay in if possible. Oh yeah, and run to the supermarket to get as much bread and milk as I can possibly stuff into a shopping cart. Wait, the folks that do watch the news have already cleaned everything from the shelves. I guess I'll have to hit my own pantry to survive.

Chowder, now that's what I'm talking about! A cold winter's day screams Chowder! Sadly, I do not have any clams about so we have to go with plan B. Yep, there is a one pound block of haddock in the freezer. What else do I have? Hmmm? Got an onion, no salt pork or bacon (Mmmmmm bacon) but I do have a fatty piece of ham, 3 potatoes, salt, pepper, butter (Mmmm butter) a celery stalk, flour and some Half and half. We're good to go. (If I didn't have fish a can or package of corn would do. Remember, we're cooking, not following recipes.)