Friday, October 23, 2009

Working for the Weekend

T. G. I. 'effin F. Hellz yes. Bunny is tuckered. I think I am still trying to get over vacation, plus I have been struggling with sinus issues this week. And Aunt Flo is being a particularly nasty bitch. So I am wiped. out. And this week has been busy, and it doesn't look like my schedule, work or play, is letting up the next few weeks. Not that I am complaining. I am just whining. There is a difference.

Speaking of whining, where the hell have all my peeps gone? I mean, seriously, I go on vacay and just about everyone forsakes me. I guess I just have some fickle loser busy readers. Well, they are going to be sad when I start giving stuff away. One day.

In other news, as I mentioned in my last post, it has been a sad week for cooking here at Casa Bunny. Started off with a bang but quickly slid into the crapper. Wednesday night we went to the local cantina. We had not had Mexican food in almost TWO WHOLE WEEKS. Seriously, I think I could eat Mexican food every day. Unfortunately, my ass reflects that belief. I am sure salsa runs through my veins. I could do a dissertation featuring a comparative analysis of tortilla chips--crispiness, salt content, breakage, texture. I am an expert in the "cheese dip twirl" (you know, to keep the hot dip from dripping on you and causing third degree burns?).

Last night, I had plans to go to dinner with a friend who canceled due to consumption and her desire not to pass it along to me. Thank you very much! On a tangent: what the HELL is wrong with people taking their sick selves to work, etc.??? Seriously. My hubs has a co-worker who was all up in work this week puking and coughing and spreading his pox. GO THE 'EFF HOME, you inconsiderate moron. No one wants that shizz. I was going to be PISSED if the hubs and I came down with the Miss Piggy Flu. Or any flu. But we seem to have dodged the bullet. For now.

Anyhoodle, after my friend couldn't make it, I was left searching for a dinner date since the hubs had made plans, thinking I had plans. Luckily, Bobs came to the rescue and we had a super-duper fab meal.

Bobs was making chicken Caeser salad, and I had a very stale baguette I volunteered up to make homemade croutons. Y'all. These were DIVINE. Bobs diced up the bread and then tossed it with EVOO, garlic sea salt and freshly ground black pepper, then toasted. YUM. I could have just had these for dinner. Hell, I practically did.

But Bobs had baked some chicken which he put on top of some romaine tossed with dressing, parm and the croutons. Goodness. It was delish. And ever the gracious host, Bobs had me some beer and sweets:

This delicious concoction was not made by Bobs' hand but rather came from my beloved Publix. They do have some awesome cheesecake. We actually split this between the two of us, just so you don't think we were total hogs.

Not a beer drinker, Bobs also bought this beer for me because he liked the bottle. Freak. Lovable freak. But anyone who buys me beer can call me a friend. Word. This black & tan was a mix of porter and pilsner, and was really quite good. Lots of chocolate/cocoa notes and little carbonation. Reminded me of Guiness. And that is never a bad thing, right?

Well, I am off to get busy getting busy. However, I have to mention that I think I may have to kill myself if these folks across the street do not finish whatever the Hell it is they are doing over there with that damn tractor/backhoe thingy. It has been rattling my walls for two days and I am SICK of hearing the "rroom-rroom-rroom" constantly, constantly going and the dogs barking at the goings-on outside. Plus, it is RIGHTOUTSIDE my office window and so distracting. Sigh.

Well, have a good weekend, loves! It's going to be a busy one for B., but I'll be back soon. Later taters! Bun


Elisabeth said...

I'm still here & still reading! If readership is down, it is due to lack of porn.

robertga99 said...

Have you ever had an Irish Car Bomb? I tasted that beer and thought it would be great in that drink...
3/4 pint stout
1/2 shot Irish whiskey
1/2 shot Irish cream
The whiskey is floated on top of the Irish Cream in a shot glass, and the shot glass is then dropped into the stout. Once mixed, the drink must be consumed quickly because it will curdle. It's YUMMY. The next dinner I will make you one.
P.S. Those dang croutons were YUMMY. I was just going to use packaged ones...thanks for suggesting we make them

bunny said...

Yes, E.! We need PORN. I will get on that right away.

Yes, Bobs! I need that drink. And those croutons were also tha' bomb (hardy-har).