Night Watch (which my Mother-In-Law read, lent to us, along with the movie - we’ve watched the movie (pretty good), but not the book yet) is apparently out as a game for the PC (and has been, I discovered as I am writing this, out for about nine months now - the whole Night Watch thing just slipped under my radar). I thought about buying the game for my Mother-In-Law but then decided that it was not the sort of game she would like. I considered buying it for myself but then decided that I didn’t have any spare to play the games I already have let alone a new one. Perhaps I am being forced to grow up.
After my workout today I was overcome by an impromptu need for a nap, which I succumbed to without even a whiff of resistance. Unfortunately that made me late to head over to the in-laws. Our weekly get together for food and company you see. I was awoken to the fact that I was late when my wife called my cell phone, and then the home phone… “Were you sleeping?”… In my nap-haze I still thought I had forty minutes in which to maneuver when in reality I was already twenty minutes past due. I think I have a mild case of narcolepsy. Does that come with puppies or kite flying?
We headed out to dinner at the local Tex-Mex chain Ojeda’s. This had been previously decided upon in an email exchange when my Mother-In-Law advised us that the place she wanted to go to wasn’t going to open for a couple of weeks. My wife responded that she never got to go to Ojeda’s and topped it off with a “Sheesh”. I responded that we never got to go to Arby’s, and topped my reply off with a “Sheesh” too. Apparently, the addition of a “Sheesh” goes for naught if you’re not the first to respond. It might have had something to do with the fact that I made these people wait an extra fifty minutes for my nappy arse to show up before we headed out for dinner. Or perhaps its because no one else really enjoys Arby’s like I do. Still I stuffed myself with chips, salsa, and chilaquiles (with mmm-alicious lardy refried beans), washed down with a couple of Dos Equis. For a moment I considered enlisting the assistance of the waiter in rolling me back out to the car, but I am just not fond of making a scene.
Back at the in-laws we retired to the couches before our straining legs could collapse out from under us. We digested our meals and communally watched an episode of Good Eats. Alton was delighted in rattling off a long list of the many dishes for which hard loaves of bread were perfect. I of course had to advise everyone that The Girl From Empanada was a favourite song of mine. Yes, you may groan. Everyone present at the time did, so I don’t see why it should be any different for you. But I was done. That was my comedy gold for the night. So we came home.
She said they were salty,
So I had to try one (my curiosity was piqued),
I didn’t have to… I could have said no,
Whatever that means,
It tasted salty,
Like she said,
And the juice was salty and olive-y,
In that way that martinis make me want to barf,
That juice will make wonderful dirty martinis,
And she’ll love them.
Copyright Scott English, 2007
When I doodle (only in polite company), I’ll often just squiggle a few lines to start and then develop something from there. Usually, I end up with some sort of humanoid beasty, but occasionally I get to take a break and draw other things.
David’s Star originated as one such squiggle and soon I had this “dude” in the middle of an empty page looking like he was holding something while at the same time doing a bit of a sprint. And the hair!
Next came the star… and that was followed quickly by three shepherds. And of course, where you have shepherds, you have to have sheep. Top it off with a township on a rolling hillside (I am sure that there is a manger in there somewhere), and an incidental crescent moon and viola!
Working as an account manager for large corporate and government clients at a telco in Brisbane Australia, my favourite escape/lunch jaunt was to a bar and restaurant five minutes walk away. The name I now forget. It had something to do with a Goose, I think. Crazy Goose?
The Crazy Goose introduced me to real Caesar Salads. Complete with anchovies and a runny egg as the crown on a head of lettuce. Despite being completely un-fond of runny eggs, I adored it.
Over a decade later, suddenly, out of the ether, sprung the idea to create a salad that I feel was a tribute to those wonderful lunches from my youth.
Scott’s Bacon and Egg Salad Recipe
Serves: 1, Preparation Time: 10 miutes
Ingredients
- Dash of Extra Virgin Olive Oil
- Couple of handfuls of your favourite salad greens (I recommend Fresh Express Field Greens)
- 2-3 slices of bacon
- Drizzle of light salad dressing (I recommend Garlic Extra Virgin Olive Oil from The Stinking Rose - thanks to Crickie for turning me onto this)
- Handful of sunflower seeds
- 1 Egg
- Shredded or grated cheese
Preparation
- Place salad greens in a serving bowl and sprinkle half of the sunflower seeds over it.
- Heat a non-stick skillet on medium high and add a dash of extra virgin olive oil (to get the bacon started)
- Cut bacon into 1/2 inch strips and add to skillet. Fry bacon until you are happy with it. Sprinkle bacon over salad. Add your light salad dressing and toss.
Crack egg and add to skillet (don’t drain the bacon grease first). Immediately sprinkle remainder sunflower seeds on top of egg. Fry egg briefly until just firm on bottom. Flip egg and fry for just a few seconds then turn back over.- Immediately place fried egg on top of salad and add shredded or grated cheese on top of egg. Top with pepper to taste. Serve immediately.
While this is certainly no classic or traditional caesar salad, but it is my tip of the hat to the wonderful goosey salads that I once enjoyed. I hope that you enjoy it too.
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