Good morning everyone!
Have I got something incredible for you today. Holy fucking shit, lemme tell ya!
In all honesty, this wasn't even on my radar to turn into a Sunday Gravy post. Really! Last weekend, Memorial Day weekend, I had what will be next week's Sunday Gravy all planned out and
Tonight, for the hockey game meal, it's pulled pork. I had to fight through the "honeydo" list earlier today, so I've earned me some quality meats.
I started it in the slow cooker for about 4 hours, and then transfer that bad boy to the grill. Keeping the temperature about 250°
OK, I have to be careful here. Because I respect women a great deal. And I sincerely mean that.
In fact ironically, trying very hard (phrasing) to be respectful has seriously gotten me in trouble in some relationships lately. Although I still am not sure why. I've been told I'm trying
Despite unseasonably cool temperatures in the Northeast, it is after Memorial Day, and therefore officially Summer in my book. With that in mind I'm going to drink like it's summer. For that reason, I'm kicking off the Summer drinking season with a couple daiquiris. Put. The blender. Back. These are
There is a pretty good ESPN.com article here that gives you a run-down of every entrant in the Indianapolis 500. It mentions that this is the one race, kind of like the Kentucky Derby that everyone watches even if they haven't seen a race all year. It's like
I've said it before - I'm not a basketball fan. I don't "hate it"; I just don't find watching a whole game enjoyable. I can handle a few minutes near the end of a half or game, but - even during the Madness - you're going to be hard-pressed to
Yep, I'm mailing this one in big time this week. Mostly because I'm traveling and I procrastinated all week on writing it until it was too late. I probably should have shopped it out to someone else, actually. Meh. Who cares?
But there is no content this week other than pretty
So, I've ignored this spirit long enough. It's my fault tequila doesn't hold a place on my bar. I usually keep vodka, whisk(e)y and gin in the three decanters that occupy the prime real estate on my bar.
The fact that I own tequila and rarely use it is something of
Is everything going well for you? The long weekend is proceeding according to plan so far.
I've been sober long enough to survive my niece's 7th birthday party. Now it's back to the steak & cider.
That's right, I've chosen fermented apples for this weekend. Mostly because the dogs don't like Beerdrunkrob.
It's the annual Victoria Day weekend up here in the Great White North,
almost all of which has finally thawed out from what seemed to be an average winter that hung around a bit longer than expected.
Also expected - most of my fellow Canadians are on the road to somewhere today.
This week's edition is especially designed for my good friend BallsofSteelandFury .
Even though he didn't ask for this by specific request, he's getting it anyway.
He's earned it.
But this week is all about 'dat ass.
Sports Which Will Make You Feel Like An Ass 2Nite
(that might mean two things)
Back to back weeks featuring drinks from Manhattan. We're not making a Manhattan however. We're mixing up something a bit different. This week's cocktail is a Peacock Alley Martinez from the Waldorf Astoria Bar Book by Frank Caiafa. I first heard of this magical concoction from the New York Times,