Sometimes called Creole Rice or Cajun Rice, this Shame on You Dirty Rice blows all that other shit out the water.
Shame on You Dirty Rice
4 tbs. olive oil
1 lb. ground pork sausage
1 lb. chicken livers, diced
1 T garlic, minced
½ c. celery, diced
1 c. bell pepper, diced
1 c. sweet yellow onion, diced
4 T Cajun seasoning
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. black pepper
2 c. chicken stock
6 c. cooked rice, chilled
½ c. fresh parsley, minced
Cook the pork and chicken livers in 2 tablespoons of oil until cooked through and break up into tiny pieces.
Add the remaining oil, vegetables, and seasonings (add Cajun seasoning 1 tablespoon at a time to taste).
Cook until vegetables are cooked through.
Add the chicken stock and bring to a boil. Turn heat down to medium for 5 minutes.
Stir in rice until mixed well and rice is warm. Turn off the heat and stir in parsley.
You can eat this as a meal or as a side for Fried Ribs (recipe to come!).
Who doesn’t have a crush on this slush?!
Her exit interview after winning the Oscar is clever, too. Of course, my computer is fucking with me and won’t let me embed the youtube video, but click on this link and you can watch it from the youtube site.
My brother, Bud, is a single father to my 9 year old niece, Fiata. Since he’s not into girl fashion, he let me take Fiata shopping for school clothes. He did the right thing, too. He gave me a credit card and said, “Get whatever she wants.”
Fiata and I made a day of it with sushi, shopping, and then a little fashion show. For the fashion show, I took pictures of her in different outfit combinations and then printed the pictures into an 8×10 collage through Walgreens.com. Now Bud can look at the collage to get ideas on how to dress Fiata for school.
I had such a good time with Fiata and the pictures came out so cute that I decided to share them with you.
Also, I have a couple of shots of our day. Here she is texting me from across the table at lunch.
Poor sweet thang passed out on the way home. She shopped til she dropped.
Chicks with Steve Buscemi eyes. Apparently, this is a thing going around and it’s been around for a while. However, I have just happened upon it recently. Whatever it is, it’s fucking disgusting. And fucking hilarious.
Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen
Miley Cyrus (the more I look, the more I laugh)
In today’s media, one MUST combine the cat with all meme trends.
If you’re jealous, you can make one for yourself!
Click on the photos to go to the source.
Ahhh…Steve Buscemi…you get awesomer and awesomer.
Having a wine cooler involves a lot more responsibility than I ever imagined. I have had my 20 bottle wine cooler for about 2 years now and I think I’m finally figuring out the logistics to keeping it full and having a variety. Since I have learned a thing or two about a thing or two, I created three easy rules to live by.
Rule #1: Buy two bottles of your favorite and four bottles of any other variety once a month. (You can get 10% off at H-E-B if you buy 6 bottles and 20% off of 12.)
Rule #2: Don’t wait until you run dry before you stock up on more wine. Having a wine cooler is all about stock. Stock. Stock. Stock.
Rule #3: Limit yourself to one glass a night. That way, it’s easier to convince yourself that you are over your limit after your second glass.
Here is my stock.
|The whole enchilada. Notice the strategic layering. Leave that to the professionals.|
|The top rack. I chill some liquors and mixers in my wine cooler, too. If you want to spoil me, you’ll buy me Zing Zang and Tito’s (see next pic) so I can make the most perfect Bloody Marys in a snap.|
|The second rack. These are all oversized bottles and great for parties. If you’re new to wine, drink the Ste. Genevieve Sweet Moscato (far right).|
|The third rack. Lindemans (second from the left) is my favorite chardonnay based on price ($4) and flavor (bold, but not too dry).|
|The fourth rack. The blackberry merlot (second from the right) is for the kids.|
|The bottom rack. Wilson Creek Almond Champagne (far left and far right) is a treat and the most expensive ($15) wine/champagne I buy.|
|A cutting board for cheese, some bar tools, and an emergency bottle of merlot, in case we ever run dry. Plus, an awesome antique fan refurbished by my Uncle BB.|
Don’t get too jealous. This is the fullest my stock has ever been and it is already showing signs of depletion. Now, bounce your happy ass over to my house and let’s have a drink!
For further reading, here are some awesome illustrated wine etiquette tips: Wine Etiquette
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I helped a coworker take some field measurements. And it was cold. And I had to wear a harness. And I had to climb scaffolding. And when he dropped his tape measure from 50 ft. up, I kindly climbed all the way back down to get the tape and made the climb up all over again. And when he shook the scaffolding we were on top of to show me how sturdy it was, I STILL didn’t punch him in the face.
PaChomp: “Wow, I wish Pepper was here. I really miss her.”
Ducky: “Yeah, I miss her too….” (he points and laughs at me) “and I wish you wouldn’t have killed her!”
Then we all laugh hysterically. Our household maintains a dry, morbid sense of humor no matter the circumstances and this creative gene quadrupled in my five year old son. He’s right, though, I really did kill our dog that we had for eight years. Not on purpose, of course. I’m not that morbid. Or funny. Though we make horrible jokes about her death, we all loved her and miss her very much.
|Dante Cul Pepper 2002-2010|
|Ducky and Pepper, both 8 lbs, circa 2005|
I’m sure you can connect the dots from there, but I’ll talk slow for all the fucktards out there. Her collar got hung up on the bottom of the fence in our back yard and she couldn’t get loose because her fucking collar was made for A) cheap bastards that want their dog to die or B) cheap bastards that think their dog is intelligent enough to keep from hanging themselves. I am the latter cheap bastard, of course.
|Goin’ to Pawpaw’s, circa 2009|
I joke about her because it’s the only way I can talk about her without getting too emotional, but I have missed her since that day, November 19th, 2010. Don’t worry, she doesn’t mind that we make jokes. She understood us way back when we tested all of our baby toys out on her before Ducky was born. Likewise, I knew she had a sick sense of humor like us the day she called me a bitch and put me outside. She gets it.
|Boppy Test I|
|Walker Test V|
So back to my title story that my adult ADD won’t let me begin…
There’s a new sheriff in town and her name is Foxy Cleopatra. Foxy, if you’re nasty. She’s about 8 months old and a very sweet chihuahua (or chicken la la, as Ducky calls it). We have had her for about a month and we love her already, although she is still trying to learn the rules of the house. She loves to have her ears rubbed and she touches everything with her nose. Ugh. She is also very sensitive to our jokes, so some breaking in is in order. Other than that, she is a great dog, so I wanted you to meet her.
Well, it turns out that Ducky is a very good student, according to his Kindergarten teacher. (I was holding my breath.) He is so excited to be a grown up. Finally!! The build up was killing him. He slaved through the early bed times, the schedule changes, the school supply shopping, and then clothes shopping. He was smart about his clothes, though. Everything he picked out is blue and black and grey. All of his favorite colors. And then came the day….
I have just realized that we take a lot of pictures on this porch. I sure am going to miss it if we ever move.
Back to my story…. ISN’T HE HANDSOME?!!
Just in case you don’t remember…. this was his first day of daycare…