Sunday, November 26, 2006
I don't feel so good.
Thanksgiving was great, no doubt about it. Lured by the promise of the catchy tune you see to the right, I tried out a 3 day long diet plan consisting mostly of meat. Meat, and also coffee, alcohol and pie. For the past two nights I've had terrible dreams in which I'm taunted by aggressive pudgy little chefs, some of whom sport evil goatees.
See, here's the thing--I normally eat really well, lots of fruit and vegetables, and I drink plenty of water too. But I need to stay away from fried food the way an alcoholic needs to stay away from gin mills. Once I dropped that first turkey in the fat last weekend I yelled GO FOR IT BUBS to the awful hillbilly inside , and there was no stopping myself. This weekend comes to a close with me sitting here, my eyes dull and my skin vaguely shiny, a deep-fried version of Ray Milland as Don Birnam. First the frying made me feel powerful and euphoric; later it just made me full.
I think I'll be fine in a day or so, once I'm back to my normal routine.
I found out this weekend that you can deep-fry an entire 8 pound ham, and it's delicious!
We did something that we haven't done in years, as a family--visited antique stores and thrift shops. Guess what? It's still pretty easy to find a lot of really cool stuff once you get a few hours away from places like Chicago. Like the booklet that this picture is taken from:
Medley of Meat Recipes, published by the American Meat Institute sometime (I think) in the first half of the 20th century.
I got this and a bunch of other neat old stuff, along with some skinny ties in perfect condition. I even managed to sneak in a little Christmas shopping for MizBubs and the girls.
And now, it's time for bed.
Posted by Joe at 11:15 PM