Today I worked alone for the first 4.5 hours that the store was open, and was mobbed the entire time. Another tech came in at 2:30, after which there was nothing going on. *sigh*
On the plus side, I held my own. It wasn't pretty but I did it. *flex*
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So: Nelson Mandela, that old socialist, dies--and Obama's remarks on his passing are all "I-I-I-me-me-me." What a surprise.
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The other day I had occasion to look at turkeys, and saw a rather nice 20 lb bird that would look splendid on my table some 19 days hence. They also had a breast section from a turkey which should have been named "Dolly". That would have been a fair dinkum investment even if we didn't eat it until next year; recall please that this year's T-day turkey was bought in early December of 2012 and the one we had last year was vintage 2011. Yeah.
But Mrs. Fungus and I are between paychecks, so we left both birds in the freezer at the store.
In the "hell no" department? A goose that cost sixty-five freaking dollars. Mrs. Fungus and I thought that would make a nice Christmas dinner, until we saw the price tag, at which point we agreed that was far too much fucking money. For $65 it ought to come with everything, including pr0n stars to wash the dishes and dispense post-prandial oral sex. WTF.
...this year's Christmas dinner is likely, in fact, to be a beef roast. I have one (sizable) roast left from the quarter beef buy of May of 2012, and it's been awaiting a special occasion for its hour upon the stage; this Christmas may be it.
Unless I we decide not to flout tradition and have, instead, a turkey. A proper one, with legs and wings and all. That would be nice, even though it would mean not using cheesecloth to contain the aromatics. Well, you can't have everything. Besides, I finally found some candied ginger, so I could actually make the brine the right way. I just need to remember to buy some sage....
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Mrs. Fungus: "Whatever happened to Jordache?"
Me: "Honey...the '80s came to an end."
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Beauregard!
