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Thursday, June 27, 2002
Did I ever mention that I have really weird dreams? Here's an example: Last night I was dreaming that an old buddy of mine and I were hiding in a high school from some form of government agents. He got caught but I managed to escape and sneak out of the building. I snuck home, but figured that my house was probably being monitored and I shouldn't go in, but I needed something so I went in anyway hoping to avoid capture. I failed, getting captured. It turned out they wanted us because a group of bat-like aliens wanted to capture a convoy of some other alien race that was going to pass near the solar system, but they weren't built for fighting so they were creating a captive army of humans to put in combat suits to do their dirty work for them under the threat of destroying the earth.
Then I woke up to change HG's diaper. Weird, huh? Well, we bought the truck. Of course the price started out way higher than we were willing to pay, but after negotiating for a while, including three threats by me to just walk away, they got us to come up $280 over what we were willing to pay and we finally agreed. The truck has running boards, a nice camper shell, a bug sheild, and tow hooks in front, that's easily $2k in options I don't have to buy. I'll miss the roo bars my old truck had. (sniff) Wednesday, June 26, 2002
Yeah, I'm a lazy fartknocker. Bleh.
Ok, let's see. Check here for a movie Bridget posted of Isabel about a month or two ago learning to walk. She's MUCH better at it now. Gotta get some movies of the boy posted. Turkey Day in June worked out awesome. We had 14 guests, both turkeys turned out awesome, the food was superb. A good time was had by all. I'm definitely going to rotisserate a turkey sometime again. Last Friday we hosted a BBQ, had burgers and brats, it was quite tasty. I made a batch of my friend's recipe baked beans. Take a large can of beans, dump into casserole dish. Add two tablespoons brown sugar, a glorp of black strap molasses, and cover with strips of raw bacon. Bake at 300F for maybe 30 minutes, then put on broil for a few minutes to crisp up the bacon. Ladle off the excess bacon fat. Mmmm! On Saturday we had two parties to go to. Uff-da. The morning one was a 1st birthday for one of Isabel's friends. The mom was a kindergarten teacher, she went all out with their farm theme, it was crazy. Fun, tho. The evening party was celebrating a friend's graduation from college. She'd gotten pregnant back then and hadn't made it to college, now she's got a 13 year old boy and is married and they have a 5 year old daughter. Her mom is quite the amateur chef, and made a ton of froo-froo appetizers, like breaded mussels, asparagus wrapped in goat cheese and spinach, artichoke hearts stuffed and fried, calamari, shrimp skewered with rosemary and BBQed, etc. Uff. There was a ton of excess food, I felt it was my personal duty to eat four plates worth to help reduce leftovers. Last night I went looking for trucks with Bridget. I think I found what we're going to buy, a 2000 Chebby Silverado Z71 extended cab shortbed 3-door 4x4 pickup. We go in this afternoon to discuss price with the sales manager, wish me luck. Friday, June 21, 2002
Ugga. I definitely need more sleep.
This weekend we're doing our annual Thanksgiving in June, cuz turkey day is far too tasty to have only once a year. We've got 14 people coming over, but the largest bird you can get this time of year is 12lbs. We'll roast up one 12 pounder like normal, but I'm getting a 6-7 pound bird and going to try it on the rotisserie on my BBQ, that should be entertaining. Stuffing, mashed taters, gravy, candied yams, rolls, bacon spinach salad, yum yum! Some nice pecan, pumpkin, or strawberry-rhubarb pie for dessert! (drool) Last night I went to look at a truck, but the morons couldn't find it. Idiots. I'm amazed that they don't have computerized records of what's where. Funny how the same guy owns a Dodge dealership right next to his Ford dealership right across from his Chevy dealership. He also owns all the used-car lots on that stretch, it's one big old happy car-selling family. Sheepdogs. Blatant webcrawler-feeding plug for a friend of a friend, don't bother going here unless yer really bored: some random hawaii surfer chick/lawyer/wannabe politician Wednesday, June 19, 2002
Went to Toys Backwards R Us last night to buy some toys for the kids. Isabel got a See-n-Say, but I'd have to say they're not nearly as cool as when I was a kid. Crickey, they take batteries now. Oh well. She also got a box of block shapes. HG got a rattle and a wrist-rattle. He's growing up so fast, last night when I was changing him at 5am he smiled really big at me. SO cute. Tuesday, June 18, 2002
Wooo! My uncle called up last night, he agreed to buy my truck off me. He wants to get some financial stuff in order so he wants to buy it in mid-July. I guess I can start looking for a larger truck soon.
Nice not having to put an ad in the paper for it.
Warning: Exceedingly long, and quite crude and disgusting at times.
What a fun weekend. It was Brother Reunion time. To recap, my family order is: Johnny, 39, a foreman at a welding shop. Steve, 37, a utility worker, myself, 34, computer geek, Lance, 32, an archy grad student, Dan, 29, long-haired hippy landscaper, and Kurt, (aka Burt), 23, gutter cleaner/window washer. Johnny and Steve live in Spokane, Lance lives in Albuquerque but is currently on a dig in Germany, and Dan & Kurt recently bought the house 4 down from mine here in Seattle and named it Krom Hut. Johnny, Steve, and my oldest friend Nate (friends since the 4th grade, over 23 years now) arrived from Spokane about 6pm on Friday. Since Lance never comes to Brother Reunion weekends, we'd decided that Nate was going to act as a substitute Lance. Steve had taken a picture of Lance from my wedding ago, blown the face up to life-size, and pasted it to a circle of cardboard on a stick. Nate held this in front of his face to simulate being Lance. Johnny and Steve were desperate for beer after their five-hour drive across the state, they immediately hit my beer fridge. Wisely, I had not stocked it, there were maybe a couple dozen assorted beers left, not nearly enough for that evening, let alone a full-on Brother Weekend. Dan doesn't drink, but the rest of the brothers and Nate drink like fish. We decided a trip to Bottleworks was definitely in order. Bottleworks is a local beer store that has a selection that dwarfs the local Safeway, which being near a university is no slouch in the beer department itself. We also had my friend Thom with us, so with seven guys, the logical vehicle to take was my '71 Olds Vista Cruiser station wagon. We loaded up and rumbled off. As we were driving down 45th, the street just on the north edge of the University campus and southern edge of the frat and sorority houses, the boys would be whooping and hollering at any females we happened to pass. Yes, we'd exceeded that male critical mass that turns otherwise normal guys into raging morons. When we arrived at Bottleworks, we each (except Dan) procured an armload of beer. I got a sixer of Newkie (aka Newcastle Brown), a sixer of Red Strip (Ya mon! No problem!) and a sixer of Fishtale IPA. plus a growler of Snoqualmie Falls IPA. Bottleworks is a fairly small shop, so a line of six guys each buying a sack of beer took a bit of time to ring up, and some customer who wandered in freaked out to see such a queue at the register. We loaded the beer into the back of the Vista Cruiser, and headed back home. We decided to drop by Pudge Bros pizza on the way back for some cheap take-out 'za. $42 got us three 18" pepperoni and whole roasted garlic. Mmm! We got back and flopped out onto my front porch and lawn, eating pizza and drinking heavily from our new stash of beer. We took a family portrait of all six of us (Nate with Lance-mask) lined up by age, and took some candid shots of people eating pizza. We stuck the Lance-mask into the ground next to a pizza box, and gave him some of that nasty Captain Morgans Gold as his "drink". Funny pictures. Afterwards we needed to go down a few blocks to the garage where Burt keeps Buttercup, his 1966 21-window VW Microbus. When we got there, there was a car blocking the shared driveway and a station wagon blocking the access out of the garage. We got around the front of the station wagon and moved it over two feet to allow room for Buttercup to pass. The car had it's window open, we were going to pop it in neutral to push it but the owner showed up and moved it for us. Burt fired up Buttercup and we all loaded in. It's great, it's got a rag top that rolls back, so we stuck Steve in the passenger seat and the rest of us stood up and hung out the roof while we went on a joyride through the U-District, whooping it up, having tons of people whoop back at how cool the bus was, and handing out flyers to Saturday night's Tipi party. Once we got back we parked Burt's bus behind Dans out front of their house, and went inside for more beer and billiards. Dan and Burt just a week before had found a nice leather-pocked pool table, so we had Johnny level it and we began playing. I teamed up with Neil, one of Dan and Kurt's roommates, and damn he was good. I mostly suck, but our team went undefeated. I kept coming through in the clutch, and he'd make freakin' amazing shots. At this point two friends of Nates showed up. Ebo and Claire were their names. They were both cute 21 year old girls, they're friends but sorta messed up competitive friends. Both have a thing for Nate, but I think half of it is based on each doesn't want the other to one-up them. Crazy messed up chicks. Ebo had just graduated from the UW with a bachelors in philosophy. At one point I was on the porch talking to Ebo with Thom. She revealed that she was "in love" with one of her TAs, but he was a 29 year old virgin and she didn't know what to do. He happened to live just down the street. Crickey, how dumb can you be? I told her she was crazy, but if she was working herself into a frenzy over it, just go down there and jump him fer chrissakes! It's not rocket science. Nate's hoping to get a frustration lay out of Ebo when she gives up this guy not making any moves on her. Later that night we all went into the backyard where Dan has his Tipi set up. We went inside the tipi, and Dan started up a fire in the firepit. Ebo was carrying her journal with her, and started reading bits to yank Steve's chain. She was trying to come across as a dirty little girl, telling Steve about blowing two NHL players at one time. (Johnny's immediate reaction was "Hey, I play hockey!" heh) Then she said she had a haiku she'd written, but that we didn't know what that was. Pshaw, like I don't know what haiku is. I wrote the entire invitation to Thom's 33 1/3 party in haiku, including the directions! She then said she didn't believe me that I could write one. Challenge! Anyway, she read a haiku about her masturbating, and DAMN if that didn't set off all of Steve's hotbuttons. He was panting like a dog in heat, it was pretty funny. You've gotta understand that he's been with his wife for the last 12 years, never cheated on her, and wouldn't, but he doesn't want to come across like that, especially in front of all the boys. He was totally trying to get her to masturbate in front of everyone, but of course that failed. It didn't help that we were all drunk and she was sober. Heh. The boys were trying to get Ebo and Claire to come to the tipi party the following night, but they both said they had other parties to go to and couldn't make it. Around 1am I bagged out, knowing I needed to get some sleep cuz Saturday would be a long day. I got woken up twice to change the baby, thank goodness my mother-in-law Peggy was in town so I was free to hang out with my brothers. What a great wife I have. I went back over to Krom Hut around 8am, and laughed my ass off. Steve and Johnny were staggering around like zombies, instead of brains they were searching for caffeine, something you can't find at Dan and Burt's place. Luckily for them even though I don't use it myself, I do keep coffee on hand for guests. They were both worshipping the ground I walked on. After a breakfast of waffles, Steve and Johnny and I drove up north to Shoreline, a 'burb where Nate had his old car, a 1959 Buick LaSabre Four-Door Flattop, stashed. It had not run in over two years, and we were going to try to ressurect it. A few blocks from our destination, we spotted a '69 Dodge Charger gassing up at a service station. Johhny about locked up the brakes, annoucing, "we need gas!". We pulled up to the pump next to that beauty and all piled out to oogle it and talk to the owner. It was very sweet. The guy said he bought it off the wife of the original owner who had only put 40k original miles on it, and it had been garaged ever since waiting for the grandson, but the grandson was interested in some rice-rocket instead. Nate's Buick, on the other hand, looked like crap. It looks WAY worse than when I last saw it. It is desperately in need of a paint job, it needs to get running, and needs a lot of TLC. Crickey, it's sad to see now. We popped the hood and took a look. It would turn over, but no spark. We checked the distributer, check the points, checked the coil and the condenser. Eventually we tried replacing the coil, no luck. We finally gave up, he needs a mechanic to get that sumbitch running. On the way back, Steve started writing a haiku to Ebo. ebo's breath quickens masturbates for six brothers climax, jaws drop, cheers In an effort to make Steve laugh, I grabbed the pencil and the envelope we were writing on, and said I could easily crank out an obscene haiku about Ebo every 10 minutes. My work included such gems as: ebo spreads for us six brothers spit on her snatch so lubricated ebo pulls a train sloppy seconds on menu not tight for poor burt ebo versus steve can't drive nail where stake has been steve shoots on her back ebo orgy star steve forgets to check his six burt plumbs steve's tailpipe ebo belches cum saliva drips from her twat steve nails her bunghole Nate, inspired by my banana-flavored Squishee(tm), came up with: ebo inserts things bananas lend a flavor peel it and eat We were laughing our asses off before we got back. When we finally did arrive at Krom Hut, it was nearly 1pm. Burt and Dan had taken off in Buttercup to fetch the two kegs of BigTime Bhagwan's Best IPA and Coal Creek Porter, and they returned shortly. Needing lunch, but with commencement taking place there were about 20,000 people in the U district that afternoon, we walked down to the local pub for some beer, cheeseburgers, fries, and shuffleboard. Afterwards we split up again. Dan and Burt had to prepare Krom Hut for the huge tipi party that night, and Johnny wanted to drive way freakin' south to Renton, WA where his buddy Scott had bought a new house. We drove down there, laughing about haiku the whole way. When we got there, we found Scott drinking cocktails in his front yard, soaking up rays. He offered to mix us up a few drinkie-poos. Mmmm! I got a nice double bloody mary, very tasty. Steve was pacing himself so he drank beer. Johnny and Nate weren't, so they each had two drinks, with the second not being a double. Scott showed us his new uber digital drum set, and played it for us for a bit. He used to play for a lounge act before that got old and he went to college and became a pharmacist. Next he started pulling out his gun collection. He had a Remington 11-87 semi-automatic shotgun with a tactical combat sling, a clip for more slugs on the stock, and a combo laser sight/floodlight on the barrel. "This isn't for hunting birds" he said, needlessly. The laser was a cool touch. Next was a titanium Taurus revolver, a fancy-shmancy .22 target pistol, and a .40 S&W Glock 23. He was telling us about his mom and sister in Spokane going out for breakfast on Sprague, aka Hooker Avenue. Afterwards they were standing on the sidewalk discussing where they'd go next, and people were honking at them. Finally his sister realised, "Oh shit mom, they think we're hookers". I said, "Yeah, your sister charges, but your mom gives blowjobs just to have a warm meal" which made Steve almost pee his pants laughing. Johnny thought I should watch what I saw to a guy who's been drinking all day and is holding a shotgun... Eh, he was laughing too. When we finally got back, it was after 5pm. Dan had made two huge pots of lentils for dinner. We ate 'em with pita bread, then figured out in a stroke of genius that they made AWESOME dip for chips. Mmmm! The house was looking good. Dan forced the DJ to play some buttrock for my brothers while we all drank on the porch. He actually had some metallica on VINYL. Amazing. I went home for a bit so Bridget and I could take Isabel over to her sister's house. Judy and her boyfriend are on a road trip, so we had to feed their fish. It was good to talk to B, I hadn't seen her much all weekend. When I got back, the tipi party was slowly starting. The living room had a pool table, the DJ setup, a shitload of christmas lights, a spinning disco ball, and a spotlight on the disco ball. The kitchen had lots of food, the sun porch had a ton of blacklights. Downstairs the kegs were in the laundry sinks, and out back was the trampoline and the tipi. The party starting gaining critical mass around 10pm. B showed up, we went into the tipi. Dan had a roaring fire in the firepit, and there were around 20-25 people in it at a time, sitting down. There were four drums people were playing, and two people played guitar while a girl sang for a while. Then some other guy took over and started getting people to clap in time to the drums and get into the rhythm. Coool. After a while I got too hot in the tipi, and came out. Low and behold, Ebo was there! Ha! Nate had read the haiku to her, so she was a little ticked off at me. Like I cared. I did apologize to her, saying, "Hey, you DID say I couldn't write haiku, and I wrote that to make Steve laugh, not expecting you to hear them." I didn't expect to see her. Shortly afterwards, Claire showed up too. Much humor. Each was trying to get some time with Nate without the other. Too damn funny. Claire heard about me writing haiku about Ebo and was insanely jealous, demanding I write one about her. Steve told us to use "pouting labia" in a haiku, so Nate came up with: now clare's hair is red but hey - what about down there? pouting labia Claire decided she wasn't jealous at all anymore, and didn't want any more haiku written about her. Ha! Eventually, there were probably between 120-150 party guests. I left at 3am, and the party was still jammin'. They'd cleared it with their immediate south neighbors, in fact they were invited, and poofs who live in the house to the north were out of town for the weekend. I walked home, and from inside my house, four houses up, I could easily hear the DJ from the front of my house, and in the back I could easily here people drumming inside the tipi. Whoops! I guess they were a tad too noisy. I got up at 8:30am, after being woken up at 5am to change HG's diaper. Steve had already mastered the coffee pot. I went down to Krom Hut, finding Dan and Steve had cleaned up the kitchen already, Johnny was half-dead on the couch, Nate had passed out on a too-short couch in the basement (he's 6'6") and Burt was still upstairs bangin' his girlfriend. Dan said the last guests had only recently left, but there was still a couple having sex under a blanket in the tipi as we spoke. We gathered everyone up, and grabbed three dozen eggs and two heads of cabbage. The traditional breakfast of a Brother Reunion is Eggs A La Krom. Six eggs per person, scrambled with a bunch of chopped cabbage, pepperoni, onion, minced garlic, and cheddar cheese. It tastes pretty good, but crickey six eggs worth is a ton of volume, so if you weren't fatally hungover from drinking, this would put paid to ya. After breakfast the Brother Reunion was over. John and Steve and Nate hopped in their car for the long trip home. I am sure after a gut full of lentils, then primed with quarts of beer, and finally adding Eggs A La Krom with their deadly egg/cabbage/garlic/onion combo, that car is now an EPA Toxic Waste Superfund cleanup site. Fortunately Johnny had borrowed his wife's car. heh. Meanwhile, a bunch of my friends showed up, and we headed off to the father's day beer festival at a local state park. $20 got me a glass and nine taster tokens. They had about 50 breweries there, each pouring two of their beers. Unfortunately I'd tasted almost all of them before, but that's what I get for going to so many damn brewfests. It was a good time. Bridget showed up with the babies after a couple hours, and we had a good time following Isabel around as she explored. We left the brewfest at 3pm. I'd whined about not having a dinner to go to, and managed to get us invited over to a friend's parents house for father's day dinner. Wooo! We were exhausted, so once we were home we put Isabel down for her nap and I immediately crashed for a nap of my own. Dinner was fun and tasty, fresh steelhead and a marinated flank steak! Yum yum! There was also corn-on-the-cob, garlic bread, and a yummy salad, plus brownies and ice cream for dessert. Wooo! After that I crashed. Hard. Monday, June 17, 2002
Sometimes I hate keeping a journal. Writing up eventful weekends is so time-consuming, and then I just fucked up and deleted my writing mid-story, which is SO utterly depressing. Argh! Sunday, June 16, 2002
Happy Fathers Day To Meeeee!
Wooo! After a mere 5.5 hours of sleep, I need coffee, then we've got breakfast and off to the BEEEEER festival!
Ok, it's 3am on Sunday, and with five of the six brothers in town, we've been partying our asses off. The culmination has been my brother's big Tipi party, which I can still hear from here, four houses away. The neighbors must love us.
I need to write it up, but glub damn it's 3 freakin' AM. Must write it up later. Much beer was drunk. Many drums were played. Nasty haiku was written. Laughter was a constant. I love my brothers. Thursday, June 13, 2002
Holy freakin' glub. Ok, I readily admit that us Seattlites are the biggest weather-weenies on the planet, saving maybe San Diego where it's 75-85F year-round. We whine about the rain, we whine when it isn't raining.
Today it's currently 89F. That may seem small potatoes to many of you, but crickey that's freakin' Africa hot to us. Blarg. I got my ass handed to me in poker last night. Lost $27 before I crawled away from the table with m tail between my legs. I'm starting to work on Bridget to get her to allow us to get a TiVo. I may buy a 14hr original one off eBay and then upgrade the hard drive myself. Wednesday, June 12, 2002
Heh. I finally won the "puked on by the baby" prize! Up until now, I'd avoided getting hurled on, but last night HG had a bubble in his tummy that we couldn't get him to burp up, so he fountained milk all over me. Amazing how they can throw up six or eight times their body mass. Uff-da! Bridget was laughing, she usually gets it, so she thought this was pretty funny.
The poor lil guy got a bath afterwards, his third. He seemed to like the warm water and getting washed, not screaming the whole time like last time. Isabel took to the bath about the third time as well, a good sign. She LOVES her bath now. Last night was our last session for this Tots Swim Class, she had a good time until she figured out that Bridget had come and was watching. At that point she wanted B to pick her up. Cute lil girl. She basically only walks now, she's mostly given up on crawling. Very very cute. Tuesday, June 11, 2002
Well, yesterday I went in to get a 24-hour heart monitor. I show up, the nurse takes me to a room, I remove my shirt, she shaved a bit of chest hair off the contact spots, and slapped 3 contacts in the upper middle of my chest, and two on each side. Then a big-ass wiring harness has seven wires going to the seven contacts, and a big long wire that goes to the recorder, which had some PC card to store the data on. It was fairly uncomfortable, but not too bad. Nobody noticed, or said anything.
I went in the same time today and finally got it off. I can't wait to take a shower, I had to just sponge-bathe this morning. Blarg. Hopefully they'll figure out what the heck is going on. Monday, June 10, 2002
On some saturdays and sundays this summer, the city of Seattle shuts down a four-mile stretch of Lake Washington Boulevard between two parks so that bicyclists can use 'em. Saturday was one of those days, so some of the gang decided that'd be fun. I offered to watch the babies while Bridget went on the bike ride, so she could get out of the house and free from kids for once. With a 2-mile loop around a park, it was a 10 mile trip, she had a great time. We hosted a bring-yer-own-meat BBQ at our place afterwards, that'd be the fifth dinner party we've hosted since having our second baby a month ago. Uff!
For the BBQ I bought some tater salad and green salad, and made a pea salad with bacon, mayo, cheddar, onion, red pepper, and celery. I made a double batch but it got devoured, the Russian contingent all raved saying it was a very russian thing. Huh. For meat I decided to make some rotisserie chicken. I took some lemon juice and olive oil, mixed them, and added chopped cilantro, chopped basil, minced garlic, saffron, and ginger. Then I carefully peeled the skin away from the chicken breasts and rubbed the meat with the sauce, and place thin-sliced lemon under the skin as well. The two chickens were then skewered on the spit, and string was used to truss up the loose ends. Then onto the new BBQ. They were awesome. Two friends had large steaks, but one of the others brought a couple large slabs of jamacian dry-rubbed ribs that were damn tasty and one brought a couple of kalbi-marinated flank steaks. Mmmmm! Bridget made a plate of chocolate chip cookies that got devoured. She buys those square packs of cookie dough that you break off as many squares as you want and bake 'em. Quick-n-easy. After dinner we had some of my "it's a boy" cigars. Tasty. Blarg. One "friend" brought a sixer of Captain Morgan Gold. SHUDDER. That stuff is balls nasty. Tastes sorta like somebody made a rum-n-coke, and left it out overnight so the ice melted, then peed in it. Bleah. Of the six-pack, 2 got opened, four were left. Upon cleaning up, I found two opened yet still over 90% full ones. In other words, nobody was a sick enough monkey to drink 'em. I should foist them off on my student helpers, they'd drink drain cleaner if they thought it'd give 'em a buzz. Sunday afternoon we went on a nice walk around Greenlake, a big urban lake here with a 3-mile walking trail around it. Isabel loves to wave at all the dogs. On Sunday night we went to a friend's new apartment-warming party. She rented an apartment in this brand freakin' new complex, and she's like the only one living there. NONE of the parking spots were taken, nobody has moved in yet. Totally surreal. Thursday, June 06, 2002
Went to the doctor today, got my ticker checked out. Initial tests all were OK, but it wasn't doing it then. Pulse normal, blood pressure normal, heart sounds normal, EKG normal. Next week I go in and have a harness strapped on that I wear 24 hours and it records everything, we'll see if it happens then.
Finally saw the new Star Wars flick. No spoilers, but I wasn't happy with it. I absolutely HATE how it's a prequel, yet there are technologies and crap they use in this movie they don't have later. Grrrrr! Just because you have access to bells and whistles doesn't mean you need to use them. Oh well. Bad Lucas! No biscuit! Monday, June 03, 2002
I bought a new barbeque last wednesday so I'd have it available for last weekend. It's a Char-Broil, with three burners, a rotiserie and burner for that, plus a side burner. Very nice, I really like it.
On Thursday, Bridget's dad showed up, and we used it to cook up some meatloaf patties. They are much tastier than plain hamburgers. We also roasted corn-on-the-cob. On Friday, we had Bridget's brother and sister show up as well, and decided to throw another small dinner party, so we invited a few friends. We were going to make shishkabobs. I make it easy on myself and put only one type of item per skewer, since they all cook at different rates. We had steak cubes with salt and pepper, chicken breast with mequite BBQ sauce, chicken and basil sausage chopped into shishkabob-sized chunks, large prawns coated with olive oil, minced garlic, red pepper flakes, and LOTS of rooster sauce (as we call it) to "kick it up another notch" as Emeril would say, and our fifth kind of meat was large scallops coated with olive oil and Uzbeki curry powder. MmmmMMMmm! Plus we fried up some mushrooms, onions, and red pepper in a skillet, and had a large caesar salad, some loafs of crusty french bread, hummis spread for the bread, and a pack of mixed varieties of olives. A very tasty dinner. On Saturday we were going to marinate some flank steak, but failed to get around to that, so we ended up getting some nice steaks and salmon and some more shrimp to BBQ. I love cooking on a BBQ. There is a back door off my kitchen that goes down a flight of steps to the backyard, (picture here) I am going to build a small cantilevered extension off the top part for the BBQ, so it's right outside the kitchen door. I'll be able to 'Q easily year-round! Wooo! Yesterday was Isabel's first birthday. She was such a cutie-pie. She got two sit-on push toys, a bunch of books, and a couple of stuffed animals. Oh, and a mylar balloon, she loves that. She had a blast, but didn't like her slice of cake. I guess raising her without sugar DOES have side effects. heh. No biggie, if I have any say in the matter she won't have cake again until her next birthday. |
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