Last night I was invited to watch the Sunday night NFL game at a friend’s house. The highlight did not have anything to do with the game, but with the pulled pork that my buddy smoked over 8 hours or so that day. Pretty funny to be eating some of the best meat you’ve had in a while as the TV plays a commercial for Arby’s Steak Bites. Hilarious!
What’s cooking with you?
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If you are going to have the bbq, need a few other things to go along with it…
more polka from the German Polkaholix
and so good to see you w/ some SCOTS in you post…
…ok…so…like…I’m not saying this because I don’t want to be friends any more…but…like…I’m pretty sure there’s some paperwork somewhere that outlaws cruel & unusual punishment…&…I’m just now learning that apparently that specifically involves not getting an invite to the cookout that isn’t the one michael harriot means when he says that…so…I’ll let it slide but I’m telling you…that’s a heavy burden from some perspectives
…& I’m doing my best as it is to avoid endlessly stumbling only to the next whiskey bar because nobody in their right mind wants to be jim morrison if they ever found the dude interesting enough to learn a bit about…so…looking to avoid moving on up in the wrong direction from there
..apparently even keeping up with a modest number of dogs that couldn’t harm a squirrel despite a lifetime of undaunted optimism that in the words of dr claw “I’ll get you next time”…took my day in a “that seems like a lot of xhibit…you sure that’s advisable at your age?” direction?
…so…if overexposure to either or both of the internet & the general state of what we’ve done to bits of the joint that aren’t on that does do me in…for the record…probably best not to follow this particular instruction as I’m pretty sure it would upset my family & be a bit out of place…which…honestly…I’d find very funny…but I do love my family…so then I’d have to pretend I hadn’t…which should be easy…because at this point I’m a ghost…& none of my family claim to see those afaik…but…again…just for the record…if only for the reason that just saying it out loud probably renders it less likely to happen because then I’d have predicted it & really what are the chances of that if you crunch whatever insane numbers you’d need to if you tried to math that out…I’d still find it funny if you just played it wherever it suited you that wouldn’t upset my family…or not…that works too…& it probably won’t come up because I have math armour now so basically I’m invincible or something…I’m new to this…I haven’t got the hang of how it’s supposed to work but it’s got to be at least as good as cutting down on my salt intake, right?
…sorry…I know it was supposed to be food not drinking yourself into an early grave & all…but the only food I can currently bring to mind is some sort of feast fit for valhalla & I haven’t died in glorious battle last I checked so apparently that’s how it’s got to be?
A classic
we had hot pot
which was delicious….but honestly takes entirely too much time for an after work dinner
its frustrating when you are tired and hungy