Here are last night's most excellent pigs in blankets with turkey dogs and Pillsbury instant bread stick dough. Very simple, cut 4 turkey dogs into quarters, pop open the dough cannister (that's the fun part for me), unroll the dough, separate the strips, and wrap each piece of meat in half or a third of a dough strip. Bake on a non-stick cookie sheet 375° 12-15 minutes. One nice thing is they freeze well, and reheat in the microwave.
Serve with egg nog and nutmeg (to spice the egg nog to taste. Nutmeg is a mild hallucinogen).
No pigs were harmed in the making of this gourmet offering.
Half of them, with Grey Poupon, was lunch today.
At about 1 am, I took down all the 2012 calendars and put up my 2013 one in the kitchen (as usual), the Washington Redskins cheerleader calendar in the bedroom, the NY Jets cheerleaders in the office (replacing an outhouses calendar) and a Seattle Seagals one in the livingroom to replace the dinosaurs. This left me with cheerleader calendars for the Dallas Cowboys and Miami Dolphins, and didjiman's panoligraphy one to pound more nails for, but not at 1 am. I had not had a calendar up in the bedroom since October, because I was not attracted to Miss November or Miss December, so was a bit miffed when I saw the Redskins was a 16-month deal, starting in September with fold-out size portraits. More irony is I ordered that one first, it arrived last.
It was a fitfull night, woke up a lot, almost once an hour. Started with Domino at the foot of the bed, then she left and Kaan took that spot. No cats when I finally got out of bed around 10.
Watched some football, more teams giving away the game by committing stupid fouls and not showing up for each play. Lots of craptastic officiating. Lots of commentators spewing non-stop. Even more annoying is when they cut away from the game to highlight a player, the background "music" was rap or metal, mostly an annoying too-short loop.
At about 1:30 I drove to Mountain View to see if they had Trader Jaques' Fondue, with the thought that if they didn't the Milk Pail is right next door and I'd looked up the usual fondue cheeses and put them into Evernote. Milk Pail stocks pretty much every European and Latin American cheese.
TJ's was closed. That did not surprise me as much as the Milk Pail being open, hand having four kinds of Emmenthal, two kinds of Comté and two kinds of Gruyere. I forgot to put back three of the French Emmenthal when I snagged some Bavarian and Swiss, and spent about $47 on fondue cheeses. And then I saw this:
How could I not buy it?
Also bought some boudoir unsalted butter from Humbolt Dairy's organically grazed bovines. So, mission accomplished. Straight home.
The Rose Bowl is on in the livingroom, After Stanford blew the 2-TD lead, ADD set in and I played with Kaan, re-charged the seltzer siphon, checked FB and decided to scan some cheese and post My 2013 So Far.
At halftime I grabbed three brads and a hammer, and created two new spots in the bedroom, hung the Dallas and Miami calendars there, then went into the livingroom thinking of hanging the pano next to the Seagals. No, that just wasn't right, two very different artistic genres. So I took down the Seagals, hung the pano in its place, alone on the livingroom wall, and made a third space in the bedroom.
Tomorrow I'll bring a pano into work for one of my co-workers who goes bananas over my photos, and loves art.
Rose bowl continues to be ho-hum.
I may or may not watch the next ball game. I may or may not make fondue. I may or may not make another batch of Korabiethes. Probably not, since the pipe between the disposal and the drain is clogged, which makes the sink back up whern I run the dishwasher or try to wash anything in the right-hand side of the sink.
Plans for tomorrow:
1-on-one if the boss is in. 50-50 chance. I would not be very surprised to hear he is taking another job. I hope not, unless it involves being my manager at the new company.