Weekend Recap

Here's a brief rundown of what I did over the weekend.

Friday night:

• Took a hilarious picture of Bootsy sleeping with a big smile on his face. And we watched all the television shows that we had recorded from Thursday evening. Then Gia went to bed and I watched Fringe.

Saturday:

• Went to the local Pickle Festival with our besties. You read that right. A pickle festival.  And it was...glorious. Had a pickle on a stick and bought two bagfuls worth of pickles and related pickled...stuff.  I wrote about it once before on this here blog. Way back here.  Check it.
• Then we all headed over to our new favorite local restaurant for a late lunch/early dinner. I reviewed the joint over at our food blog here. I knew what I was having before I even walked into the joint. A big burger smashed between two grilled cheese sandwiches.  The server called it "the heart attack". But then the manager grinned and said, "If you want to do it up right, then add a fried egg and some bacon." Which sounded too good to pass up.  Which I didn't. Neither did my buddy. It was absurdly delicious, and exactly what the doctor ordered. Well, not an MD, but you know... Here's what it looked like:

• After spending about 4 hours at the restaurant (seriously), we headed back to the house for a mini-ramble and a sudden surprisingly awesome sunset. So sudden and surprising that I didn't get to take a picture of it. But it was really cool. Trust me.

Sunday:

• Spent most of the day napping in bed. I had been fighting off a bit of a stomach issue for several days, and the excesses of Saturday certainly didn't help.

So was your weekend filled with as much whimsy as mine?  More? You kids are awesome!

Lunch

OK, it's a crappy pic taken from my cell phone, but how about this smorgasbord for a nice sour lunch?

• A garlic dill pickle
• 2 pickled red-hot eggs
• 1 pickled red-hot polish sausage
• A bag of Utz Salt 'n Vinegar chips
• An ice-cold PBR

Makes your mouth water, doesn't it?

Both the pickled eggs and the pickled sausage are fantastic, by the way.  The pickled sausage slightly more so.  I can see it won't be a problem, um, disposing of the contents of those jars.  

And how about some more kitty pictures?

Sammi and Avery enjoying an afternoon nap on the bed. He was mostly laying on top of her.

Wolowitz deciding that he prefers the blue laundry basket to the green one.

And for the record, I didn't really eat all the stuff in the photo up there for lunch even though I easily could.  Gia ate the sausage (hey-oooo!) and one of the eggs.  I chopped the other egg and put it in a tuna salad and I ate the pickle (hey-ooooo again!).  The chips remained uneaten and the PBR...well, of course I drank the PBR.  C'mon!

___________________________________________________

Note: Remember to play the Bug-Eyed Trivia Challenge every day. Pickle in, pickle out, pickle up the water spout.

Is there anything better than a pickle?

Maybe.

Last week when I wrote about forgotten foods, intrepid food reporter Sybil Law mentioned that she used to love something called Penrose sausage.  A jarred sausage treat that she would enjoy on crackers with her father.  I don't know what it was about it, but it spoke to me.  I checked it out and you can still buy Penrose sausage online, but while I was searching for them I found the website for Long Lake Pickled Foods out of Northeastern Wisconsin.

And I fell in love.

The entire catalog made my mouth water.  Even the pickled pork hocks.  And I don't even really know what the fuck a pork hock is.  I still wanted some.  Pickle that shit and put it in a jar.  I'll take it.

So after little to no thought on the matter, I made my first purchase.

I went with the hot pickled polish sausage and red hot pickled egg combo.  I've never had a pickled egg before, but I've seen a bunch of films and TV shows that feature them in old man bars.  Some drunk gets hungry and he reaches his grubby paw into a grubby jar and eats an egg.  I was always semi-fascinated by that.

My bounty arrived in the mail today.  The company actually goofed up and sent me two jars of pickled eggs, so I called them up pronto to let them know about it.  A nice man called me back and told me to to keep the extra eggs on the house and he would send me the hot polish sausage lickety split.

So I'm gonna wait to try the eggs until I recieve the sausage.  Then all bets will be off.

I'll let you know how it all works out.  Or you may be able to smell the evidence from the comfort of your own homes. 

Beware.

PS - The Greenlawn Pickle Fesitval is on Saturday, September 26th year.  Be there and be square.

___________________________________________________

Note: Remember to play the Bug-Eyed Trivia Challenge every day. Consider me pickled.