I like the song, but the drums keep reminding me of "In a Big Country", making me want to add some random "Cha's" or whatever it was they were shouting... and Ezra's voice has such a Paul Simon vibe to it, I keep veering off on other lyrics.
As mentioned in my last post (one that will no doubt be stolen by fish and echoed by ZRM), we spied a sign on our trip up North that touted a little diner's "Sandwich of the Month".
(photo correction by ZRM)
The sandwich, as you can clearly see, is the Piggy Bomber. We did not care to stop in on our way there and did not have time on our way back, but we were curious as to what constitutes a "Piggy Bomber"... what amount of pork and what kinds of pork... I was certain that a Piggy Bomber was a relative of the Pork Snorkel...
Well? Any guesses?
Grizzled called for the exact contents, which will be revealed at a later date... that is if fish doesn't steal them first.
I have no photos from the weekend. Well, I actually have two... a crappy one on my cellphone and one on Grizzled's BlackBerry that he has yet to send me, otherwise, all photo options were missed due to the fact that I packed the camera, but left the memory card in the computer.
It was not that pretty anyhow... lots of faded colors, waiting for a booster shot from the gods. The ice was completely gone though so we did have some nice waterbird ake-shun. Lots of herons, cranes, mergansers, gulls, geese, etc, etc, etc. The lamblets found a lovely 8 ft stretch of heron tracks that were following the shoreline, but were about 5 feet off shore. That would have made a nice photo, but alas, no photo.
There was a fun image that popped out of the gnarl of trees as light was just starting to creep into the day... an image that looked like a giant, sad, blue bunny, but was really made up of tree trunks, branches, the lake, the trees on the other side of the lake... it was funny and completely hidden during the bright light of day, but in the wee hours, the bunny was there. I did a quick sketch of it so I could compare the same spot later in the day. There was no way you'd see if it you hadn't seen it in the early AM.
There were some errant snowdrops blooming in the crack right next to the basement door... bulbs that had no doubt been dug up and randomly redistributed when foundation work was being done. Those were pretty and their location was funky. Those would have made a nice photo, but I didn't get one of them either.
There were lots of horses on the way up... cute, fuzzy horses... horses that looked like they had been left in the dryer too long with no fabric softener... horses that were obviously still in their winter apparel. I could have taken a photo of them... had I not forgotten the memory card...
But... I do have two photos, or will have two photos, once Grizzled sends me one. One is on my cell phone... it's of the lamblets and Grizzled in the canoe, but it's not a good photo. I could have used my cell phone camera a little more had I remembered the charger...
The other photo was of a sign at a diner we pass... it had its sandwich of the month proudly emblazoned on its outdoor sign. It was 3B's worthy. I'll post it if Grizzled remembers to send it to me.
In the meantime, in order to satisfy some lake photo hunger... I'll post a lovely photo the Eldest Lamblet took last summer. It was sunset and there was the craziest cloud pattern in a portion of the sky. It looked like frolicking dolphins or a Greek wave pattern... fortunately she not only had a camera, but she also remembered its memory card.
I got an email from a beloved friend today... in the subject line?
Ok, it really said Tuna Nelt, but that's just because we like destroying the English language.
In the body?
By far one of the greatest sangritches ever. Yes, sangritches really means sandwiches.
I honestly don't think I've ever had a tuna melt and don't plan on having a tuna melt. Nothing sounds worse to me than hot tuna with melted cheese! I can do tuna casserole, but tuna melt? GACK! The mere thought of it sounds wrong. I imagine lukewarm tuna salad with a semi-congealed piece of oil-speckled cheese on it... maybe even a fly buzzing around. It just sounds nasty.
Has anyone had one? Does anyone else feel the tuna melt love my friend feels?
Now I do like a Patty Melt... however, I prefer to say "Pattry Nelt"... Actually, I even enjoy saying Patty Melt. It's good I like them because about 60% of the time, if I'm in a diner, I have to order the Patty Melt just so I can say it. I think my nostrils flair a little bit... perhaps even twitch a little, with one eyebrow raising ever so slightly. The saying of it is almost as satisfying as the sangritch itself.
But seriously... am I missing something with the Tuna Melt? I don't think so, but it's never too late to change and have one's eyes opened. Tuna Nelt isn't as much fun to say though...
Ok, after commentary over at fish's, I decided I was going to have to attempt a Peep Jell-O mold. It was a bust.
First problem... not totally unexpected... Peeps are too buoyant to want to stay immersed in semi-set Jell-O. One way around this would be to pour a thin amount of Jell-O into a bowl, set Peeps in, let set, repeat with more Jell-O, let set, etc, etc, etc. I don't have time for that, but I'm sure at some point in the future, I'll become obsessed with the notion and will try. For now? Not doing it.
I did attempt to keep squawking Peeps submerged with a plate. Problem #2... Jell-O adheres to the plate when removed, thus leaving a direct exit for Peeps.
I settled on semi-immersed and continued to push them farther down as the Jell-O set, but not so far as to cause them to come popping back out at me.
After a few hours of setting, it was time to "unmold"! They were not as well-placed as I would have liked, but they would do. You'd still see a Peep looking as though it was covered in that red slime from Poltergeist.
I turned the bowl over a plate. I slowly released my creation... and what happened? Peeps came shooting out, ripping the Jell-O apart! It was like an alien birth! There was no keeping these Peeps down! They all literally shot free from the gelatinous bonds of the Jell-O. One of the dogs got two that actually launched themselves out far enough to be snagged mid-air or on the ground.
The youngest lamblet asked if she could taste one. Knowing this was going to come up at some point, I had decided to use fresh Peeps instead of the previously "gently used" Peeps. I said, sure. Have at it. She went to grab it and shrieked, "Eeewww!! It feels like fish!!!"
Well, who are we to judge...
I took one, as did the eldest guinea pig... the youngest was correct. They were incredibly slimy with just a hint of remaining sugar on them. The other odd thing? There was a crunchy addition that was not there before... a crunchy thing that was larger than sugar granules, but completely without flavor. What morphed out of my Jell-O or Peep coating to make that odd, occasional crunch?? A crunch that made you feel like the Peep had been dropped on the floor and picked up something else.. like a bit of wax. Maybe it was wax. I'll have to check the Peep package.
Anyhow... the Explaining Voice section of the comments is now open! Have at it!
...and because a recent post as House of Substance reminded me of it... This SCTV commercial never failed to make me laugh. It still doesn't. Neither does SMcG's ghost (post above the post that reminded me of the SCTV commercial). I want its animated self on my garage door.
Note to Kathleen- I just noticed the date on this video. I guess this qualifies it as historical.