Like Emeril would say, "Pork fat rules!" Aside from the hellacious caloric content, I also enjoy the garlic eyes and hot pepper ears/tail. Is there no limit to the gastronomic genius on the internet?
A Place to Play
2 weeks ago
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Another gem discovered by The Teacher
Ladies and gentleyetis, may I present to you the porkgasm (click the link for the whole story).
Like Emeril would say, "Pork fat rules!" Aside from the hellacious caloric content, I also enjoy the garlic eyes and hot pepper ears/tail. Is there no limit to the gastronomic genius on the internet?
Like Emeril would say, "Pork fat rules!" Aside from the hellacious caloric content, I also enjoy the garlic eyes and hot pepper ears/tail. Is there no limit to the gastronomic genius on the internet?
Sunday, June 28, 2009
mj's dead
no. not michael jordan. michael jackson. and no, this isn't a eulogy to the man that was. like most everything i write, it's all about me.
i've noticed that a great many people are maybe not upset, but saddened at the death of michael jackson. they are/were invested in him as an artist. he helped defined part of their life. the associated with and were big fans of his music. they grew up on michael jackson before he became the walking freak show that we have seen in recent years.
i'm here to say that i feel left out. i never had mtv growing up. hell, i'm not sure my parents even have it now. i wasn't allowed to listen to rock/pop growing up. nothing but a good ol' dose of country music for me. so i have never listened to most of jackson's material. i have not seen most of his music videos (seriously i think friday night was the first time that i had seen ANY of them). because of all of this, i kind of feel like i'm on the outside looking in on his death. i can't comprehend the laregess of his fame. i was not a part of it (in the way that fans can be). and this is not to say that being left out is a bad thing. chances are even if i had been a fan of his, i wouldn't have cared all that much.
does anyone else feel the same way?
i've noticed that a great many people are maybe not upset, but saddened at the death of michael jackson. they are/were invested in him as an artist. he helped defined part of their life. the associated with and were big fans of his music. they grew up on michael jackson before he became the walking freak show that we have seen in recent years.
i'm here to say that i feel left out. i never had mtv growing up. hell, i'm not sure my parents even have it now. i wasn't allowed to listen to rock/pop growing up. nothing but a good ol' dose of country music for me. so i have never listened to most of jackson's material. i have not seen most of his music videos (seriously i think friday night was the first time that i had seen ANY of them). because of all of this, i kind of feel like i'm on the outside looking in on his death. i can't comprehend the laregess of his fame. i was not a part of it (in the way that fans can be). and this is not to say that being left out is a bad thing. chances are even if i had been a fan of his, i wouldn't have cared all that much.
does anyone else feel the same way?
Friday, June 26, 2009
"You may eat pie and cake and ice cream now."
I was thinking about pie today - basically because I think about pie a lot. As many of you know, I'll be having wedding pie instead of wedding cake at the (you guessed it) wedding. Whenever I tell people this, I get the usual responses of:
"Oh, that's different."
"Pie is so much better than cake!"
"Why don't you have both?"
And so on... If the conversation goes on long enough though, the question of "What will you put your cake topper on?" also invariably turns up. Most people's answer to this is to just have a small cake with the topper on it (so you can still do the first anniversary cake tradition) and serve pie to everyone else.
Listen people, that shit is faulty logic. I'm functionally retarded on a good day, but even I can see a way around this. I don't want wedding cake, not even a little. Screw the tiny cake with the topper on it. Wedding cake generally sucks a taint anyway. They drape that fake icing goo-ass stuff on it and make it look all retarded. My favorite cake is the yellow stuff that comes as a mix in a box with chocolate frosting that comes in a small tub. But I doubt any hoity-toity baker is going to make a wedding cake out of that.
Here's what no one seems to realize though: it's just as easy to put a topper on a pie - done! It's just as easy to freeze pie with the topper on it and eat it a year later - done! Is that really so hard to compute? I mean, I've never eaten year-old pie, but I hear the year-old wedding cake tastes even worse than it did on day one anyway, so who cares?
Now that we have that problem solved, let's talk about the topper. I know it's generally just some plastic bride and groom thing that they toss on top. I also know that you can get custom ones made that include everything from your initials to pets to bobble-head representations of the married couple. Some people get creative and just put toy figurines there too (think Han Solo and slave girl Leia).
Personally, I'd lean towards the toy idea. Maybe Mulder for me and Scully for the missus (how sweet would that be?), but I doubt the Sciencette is going to go for it. What about something sciencey though? Can anyone think of some sweetass biological shit to use as a pie topper, and if so, do you have any idea where I could have it made?
That's your mission, should you choose to accept it (and you must!). Think of best wedding pie topper ever and find a place that will make it. Go!
"Oh, that's different."
"Pie is so much better than cake!"
"Why don't you have both?"
And so on... If the conversation goes on long enough though, the question of "What will you put your cake topper on?" also invariably turns up. Most people's answer to this is to just have a small cake with the topper on it (so you can still do the first anniversary cake tradition) and serve pie to everyone else.
Listen people, that shit is faulty logic. I'm functionally retarded on a good day, but even I can see a way around this. I don't want wedding cake, not even a little. Screw the tiny cake with the topper on it. Wedding cake generally sucks a taint anyway. They drape that fake icing goo-ass stuff on it and make it look all retarded. My favorite cake is the yellow stuff that comes as a mix in a box with chocolate frosting that comes in a small tub. But I doubt any hoity-toity baker is going to make a wedding cake out of that.
Here's what no one seems to realize though: it's just as easy to put a topper on a pie - done! It's just as easy to freeze pie with the topper on it and eat it a year later - done! Is that really so hard to compute? I mean, I've never eaten year-old pie, but I hear the year-old wedding cake tastes even worse than it did on day one anyway, so who cares?
Now that we have that problem solved, let's talk about the topper. I know it's generally just some plastic bride and groom thing that they toss on top. I also know that you can get custom ones made that include everything from your initials to pets to bobble-head representations of the married couple. Some people get creative and just put toy figurines there too (think Han Solo and slave girl Leia).
Personally, I'd lean towards the toy idea. Maybe Mulder for me and Scully for the missus (how sweet would that be?), but I doubt the Sciencette is going to go for it. What about something sciencey though? Can anyone think of some sweetass biological shit to use as a pie topper, and if so, do you have any idea where I could have it made?
That's your mission, should you choose to accept it (and you must!). Think of best wedding pie topper ever and find a place that will make it. Go!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Dr. Yeti book review - City of Thieves
Did you ever get really drunk and then walk into a bathroom and find a book that some other drunk left there? That's what happened to me a few weeks back. I found a brand new copy of "City of Thieves" by David Benioff. I'd never heard of the book or author before, but for some reason, every time I say the title in my head, it's Gambit's voice from the X-men cartoon saying "thieves." Oddly enough, it turns out that Benioff wrote the screenplay for X-men Origins - Wolverine which also features Gambit. How freaky is that?
Anyway, the book isn't about Cajuns (mutant or otherwise). It's the semi-biographical tale of his maternal grandfather's life during the seige of Leningrad during WWII. The book is totally badass, and here are just a few reasons why:
1. Two guys talk about their bowel movements a lot. It's like Benioff followed the Yeti and I around transcribing our conversations.
2. Someone finally explained exactly why the French suck as much taint as they do today:
I need a new job.
Anyway, the book isn't about Cajuns (mutant or otherwise). It's the semi-biographical tale of his maternal grandfather's life during the seige of Leningrad during WWII. The book is totally badass, and here are just a few reasons why:
1. Two guys talk about their bowel movements a lot. It's like Benioff followed the Yeti and I around transcribing our conversations.
2. Someone finally explained exactly why the French suck as much taint as they do today:
All the Frenchmen with balls died on the way home from Moscow in 1812. You think I'm joking? Listen, one hundred and thirty years ago they had the best army in the world. Now they're the whores of Europe, just waiting to be fucked by whomever comes along with a hard cock. Am I wrong? So what happened to them? Borodino, Leipzig, Waterloo. Think about it. Courage got blasted out of their gene pool. Their little genius Napoleon castrated the whole country (pg 115).3. I want to be able to answer someone's question like this some day:
Lev - "How did you become a sniper?"How awesome is that!?! It just doesn't work the same for me though. "How did you become the Scientist?" I started sciencing...
Vika - "I started shooting people."
I need a new job.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
yeti's travels
as some of you may know, i travel around the state of virginny for work. i mainly haunt northern and western virginia, which is good. the south and east sides of the state are flat and touch the ocean.
this past week, i was in the shenandoah valley for an entire week. i'd like to share with you some of my observations and musings.
i left richmond for winchester on monday the 8th at 6am. i like to stop at wawa when i travel in the mornings for a dark roast coffee and large chocolate chip cookie. i knew there was a wawa in fredericksburg along rt 17, so i bided my time. i was SORELY disappointed when i got in to the wawa and they did not have any large chocolate chip cookies. my whole trip was almost ruined from the get-go. i got a tastey cake pound cake instead, which satisfied me.
i stayed in winchester for two days at the george washington hotel. a pretty cool old hotel. the first night, i had to make a run to walmart because i forgot some things and (though i have no photo evidence) i saw the finest mexi-mullet i have ever seen and will ever see. the pride taken in grooming this specimen was evident. it was clean. i mean so clean that jean wouldn't mind setting her dinner table on it. every angle around the front was crisp. i'm thinking the guy groomed it every day. he may have had a special grooming just to go to walmart. i was thrilled.
later that evening, i popped over to picadilly's brew pub for dinner. they make their own beer so i figured i would give it a try. needless to say, the beer wasn't all that good. the food was though. i had a steak and cheese on flat bread with onion rings. one of the locals (now mind you, my whole idea of winchester has been colored by the book "deer hunting with jesus") was sitting next to me with his daughter and i was musing at their conversation. at one point he was complaining about getting thrown out of the bar the previous week for either being a) too drunk, b) getting into a fight or c) both. according to the local he had went to take a leek only to come back and find someone in his seat. he kindly asked the person to give him his seat back and was brushed off. he proceded to ask nicely again, pointing out that his beer and smokes were at the seat and that offered proof that it was his seat. "he must have been some college boy. most likely a damn yankee because he didn't show any respect." at this point, i'm grinning from ear to ear. i'm thinking, do i say something to him? had i had one more beer in me, i would have. but not this night. so he leaves and comes back (not sure where they went...dr snail, any ideas?). when he comes back, he sparks up a conversation with me. he asks me where i'm from and i say richmond to which he responds, "a good confederate boy". here is my opening. i tell him, "well actually, i'm from pennsylvania, so i guess that would make me a yankee. no, a damn yankee because i stayed." he was left a bit speechless, but then continued with polite conversation.
the next day in winchester after lunch, we returned to the court house. we went through the front entrance which i had not used the previous day or earlier that morning. much to my surprise, the statue below was out front. i think it pretty much speaks for itself.
i also realized that next day how i had been identified at the brew pug.
in case you can't read that, it says "TOP LEFT HEF". KILL!
i was thinking that i had stories from my travels to the other parts of the shenandoah valley, but they are escaping me right now. if i remember them here in the next couple of days, i will most certainly share them with you.
this past week, i was in the shenandoah valley for an entire week. i'd like to share with you some of my observations and musings.
i left richmond for winchester on monday the 8th at 6am. i like to stop at wawa when i travel in the mornings for a dark roast coffee and large chocolate chip cookie. i knew there was a wawa in fredericksburg along rt 17, so i bided my time. i was SORELY disappointed when i got in to the wawa and they did not have any large chocolate chip cookies. my whole trip was almost ruined from the get-go. i got a tastey cake pound cake instead, which satisfied me.
i stayed in winchester for two days at the george washington hotel. a pretty cool old hotel. the first night, i had to make a run to walmart because i forgot some things and (though i have no photo evidence) i saw the finest mexi-mullet i have ever seen and will ever see. the pride taken in grooming this specimen was evident. it was clean. i mean so clean that jean wouldn't mind setting her dinner table on it. every angle around the front was crisp. i'm thinking the guy groomed it every day. he may have had a special grooming just to go to walmart. i was thrilled.
later that evening, i popped over to picadilly's brew pub for dinner. they make their own beer so i figured i would give it a try. needless to say, the beer wasn't all that good. the food was though. i had a steak and cheese on flat bread with onion rings. one of the locals (now mind you, my whole idea of winchester has been colored by the book "deer hunting with jesus") was sitting next to me with his daughter and i was musing at their conversation. at one point he was complaining about getting thrown out of the bar the previous week for either being a) too drunk, b) getting into a fight or c) both. according to the local he had went to take a leek only to come back and find someone in his seat. he kindly asked the person to give him his seat back and was brushed off. he proceded to ask nicely again, pointing out that his beer and smokes were at the seat and that offered proof that it was his seat. "he must have been some college boy. most likely a damn yankee because he didn't show any respect." at this point, i'm grinning from ear to ear. i'm thinking, do i say something to him? had i had one more beer in me, i would have. but not this night. so he leaves and comes back (not sure where they went...dr snail, any ideas?). when he comes back, he sparks up a conversation with me. he asks me where i'm from and i say richmond to which he responds, "a good confederate boy". here is my opening. i tell him, "well actually, i'm from pennsylvania, so i guess that would make me a yankee. no, a damn yankee because i stayed." he was left a bit speechless, but then continued with polite conversation.
the next day in winchester after lunch, we returned to the court house. we went through the front entrance which i had not used the previous day or earlier that morning. much to my surprise, the statue below was out front. i think it pretty much speaks for itself.
i also realized that next day how i had been identified at the brew pug.
in case you can't read that, it says "TOP LEFT HEF". KILL!
i was thinking that i had stories from my travels to the other parts of the shenandoah valley, but they are escaping me right now. if i remember them here in the next couple of days, i will most certainly share them with you.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Monday, June 01, 2009
A New Yuengling
Hello.
I've recently put my body through heinous, gluttonous torture.
I barely survived the ordeal, but I've brought back a tale for you. Yuengling decided to invent a new beer: Yuengling Bock.
I was drinking my way through Princeton Reunions weekend with the Sciencette and one of her fellow labmates, AndreBJ. I tried to continually steer us back to the Class of '69 tent because they had the best beer, and seeing a bunch of old guys in Princeton rugby shirts with prominently emblazoned 69's on them makes me happy to be alive.
The night before, we drank no less than 384 Yuengling Black and Tans in this tent, and when Saturday rolled around, I was looking for more of the same. To my surprise, we kicked all of the B&T kegs on Friday, so they whipped out the Bock Beer.
It tastes like Lord Chesterfield's Ale...but good. Not since the goat beer that Dr. Snail gave us while he worked at The Rail have I been so enamored with a beer involving goats.
Anyway, it's a limited release to celebrate the 180th anniversary of the brewery, so get some while you can, if you can. Go!
I've recently put my body through heinous, gluttonous torture.
I barely survived the ordeal, but I've brought back a tale for you. Yuengling decided to invent a new beer: Yuengling Bock.
I was drinking my way through Princeton Reunions weekend with the Sciencette and one of her fellow labmates, AndreBJ. I tried to continually steer us back to the Class of '69 tent because they had the best beer, and seeing a bunch of old guys in Princeton rugby shirts with prominently emblazoned 69's on them makes me happy to be alive.
The night before, we drank no less than 384 Yuengling Black and Tans in this tent, and when Saturday rolled around, I was looking for more of the same. To my surprise, we kicked all of the B&T kegs on Friday, so they whipped out the Bock Beer.
It tastes like Lord Chesterfield's Ale...but good. Not since the goat beer that Dr. Snail gave us while he worked at The Rail have I been so enamored with a beer involving goats.Anyway, it's a limited release to celebrate the 180th anniversary of the brewery, so get some while you can, if you can. Go!
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