Simon got all nostalgic for the Quebec sugar shack experience, and made maple syrup taffy in the snow:
Damn yummy. We've also figured out how to make beef stew from beef jerky, and decent scrambled eggs from dehydrated egg powder (the trick is to add enough veggies and cheese that the eggs themselves are only about 50% of the resulting mix). Last night: cheese fondue. Next up: a turkey feast for our halfway point. Mashed potatoes and gravy are no problem, stuffing and pumpkin pie should be fine, but the turkey itself... molded canned turkey? Turkey loaf? Any ideas??
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Simply mix the canned turkey with some canned duck and canned chicken and voila! Canned Turducken.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turducken
For a Southern approach, the canned turducken could be deep fried, using canned duck fat of course. The resulting food coma should last until December....
Hmm. Might try that. Have you seen the Onion article on the subject?
Mmmmmmmmmm... brain food! All you need are fava beans and a nice chianti. The velvety journalist will suffice nicely for the head, but the chianti will have to come from a can. I think Gallo might have some of that. Happy cooking!
DATING UPDATE
The grandmother of this guy (http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/22/fashion/22indiana.html?ex=1334980800&en=f95899c1458645d6&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink)
called me today to set us up on a blind date. (read to the end of the article to see why)
And speaking of blind dates, I'm also being set up with a blind marathoner.
I won't be sorry when Ben and I live happily ever after and this dating thing ends, but in the meantime it's entertaining the hell out of me.
Uh oh. That didn't scan. You have to google Josh Bernstein and New York Times to get the scoop. He's the "Digging for the Truth" hottie on the History Channel. Yay grandma.
Hit that, Sarah!
Nice. You'll have to wear heels, though.
Unlike some, I actually own heels.
What happened to Saul?
Hey, I have heels. They're wide and stubby and could kill a muskox, but they're heels.
Kim, could I borrow those heels? We are cleaning out the basement and I stumbled upon a muskox.
P.S. I am planning a party in your honor. Sadly, I'm planning it in August, so you won't be able to attend, but Mr. Eccles is working on a webcam so you can access the fun. Are you allowed to watch video, or is it against the rules?
Jen, you are a cruel, cruel woman. But yes, you can borrow my heels.
Holy smokes, Sarah! I googled good old Mr. Bernstein. How soon is your date? Does it ever have to end? If he brings a toiletry kit to the table DO NOT BALK!
That's without even finding the NY Times article. Ok, I'll go look for that.
Ok. Got the NY Times article. Now I'm even more convinced you should go on this date (like there'd be any doubt whatsoever). Is it considered improper these days to take a camera with you on your date?
Do report back, ok?
Alas, Mr. Bernstein doesn't seem to be listening to grandma -- no call yet. I might not be blond enough for him.
Kristin, Saul is gone. He said the magic words "when we have kids, you won't travel anymore."
Guess we won't have kids then.
Kim, when do you get home from Mars? Not August?
Sarah, could you be more blond? You must need more time in the sun...
Oh, Saul, what part of Sarah did you not meet? Perhaps Mr. Bernstein is simply busy digging and can't get to the phone.
Sarah, we leave Devon Island around Aug 24 (depending on weather), fly down to Ottawa on the 28th, go to LA on the 29th, and fly home to Hawaii on Sept 3rd. So, sadly, I'll miss Jen's party. I have a sneaky feeling there'll be another one.
Kim looks like she's having a meeting on what is Hawaii's Thursday morning, sitting at her computer, gesturing with her right hand, while three fellow habbers appear deep in thought...
Just over 2 months till you're home, Kim, and it's not a question of IF there will be a party when you're here, but HOW MANY!
We'll be hosting a "My Favorite Martian" party in honor of Kim on August 11th. Bocce tournament starts at 5 p.m. - you can enter as a team of 4, or join the general pool for drafting. Dinner at 6:30 - all the food/drinks will be red: Shrimp boil, tomato salad, hurricanes and sangria. Chrissy imported the hurricane mix from New Orleans, and is bringing her fancy punchbowl! Good times.
Come one, come all! (Except Kim.)
Jen, you are so mean.
Oh please. Am I supposed to sit around and sulk? I would think that you would be HAPPY that I am having fun.
Speaking of, Guylaine and Pascal are having a Montreal Day party Saturday at the Makani Kai clubhouse! I'll let you know how the "Poutine" goes down.
At Makani Kai?? What's with that?
Oh, and I've decided I want to try a pisheeoat in the pig box.
Oh, and I totally won a poker game, and got out of a week of chores. Mind you, poker is much more fun when you're too drunk to play well.
1. Maybe we forgot to mention Guylaine/Pascal moved into Makani Kai.
2. What the hell is pisheeoat? If it involves a penguin/puffin, I'm not in. AT ALL.
3. You are a terrible poker player! Your competition must have been sloppy drunk.
4. The duck carnage continues, horribly. We lost a teenager (the sassy Veruca) the day after her vaccination, and almost lost Augustus. Still might, but he seems to be rallying. Lenny the prolific mother died today, with all but two of the ducklings. You will note that we are now raising three sets of ducks - Camille and Claude in a plastic tub in the house, Augustus on his sick/deathbed, and Violet and the toddlers in the pen.
5. No word from the lawyers. If I have to reschedule these inspections again, I'm going to go postal.
Jen, in case Kim hasn't said it recently - you are a VERY good friend. Perhaps she should be throwing you a party when she returns.
I'm with Sarah's last comment.
Jen is a goddess, not to mention a fantastic friend, and I'll throw her as many parties as she can stand. And if she decides that going postal on lawyers is the right thing to do, I'll help her hide the bodies.
A pisheeoat, I've decided, is a pig stuffed with a sheep stuffed with a goat. No puffins involved whatsoever (except in the side dishes).
I'm deeply jealous of the "My Favorite Martian" party. We celebrated summer solstice last night by leaving the window-shades open (so the bright midnight sun could shine in) and doing a puzzle. Sigh.
Hey, did Tammy's mom's place sell, or did she just take it off the market?
1. No clue about the Tammy Mom House. I'll ask Tammy when I hit her up for more free promotional pens from Ambien. Linus likes to destroy them.
2. I will not be going postal on the lawyer. I kind of feel sorry for her on this deal.
3. Excellent day so far. We get to catsit Shenehneh (we haven't found her yet, but when we do, we'll catsit the hell out of her) and both Augustus and Claude made it through the night! Our advanced skills in duck disease indicates that if they make it through 2 days, they'll survive, so it looks good for them both.
4. You wouldn't believe Camille. She is a piece of work. When she doesn't like how Claude is behaving she SITS on him until he quiets down. My kind of duck.
5. Please note that the summer solstice is our wedding anniversary. Four years in! We celebrated by praising Linus Paul for being so good looking.
Here's a challenge: cornish pasties..
I think one comment went past unnoticed -- you're checking MLS from Mars! That can't be sim sound.
I can if I wait 20 minutes between clicks.
Another comment that went unnoticed (by me, anyway): Happy Anniversary, Jen & Red!!
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