Started out the morning at a weekly swap meet, just for old times sake. Walked around and sweated. Then we drove home and spent the balance of the afternoon swimming in the pool and chasing all the kids around the yard. Because it makes me think I’m young.
The rains came later in the day, so there was no hour bike ride for tubby. And, of course, I ate as though I had ridden for miles and miles. Why not, right? I’m on vacation.
Dinner was chicken. And somehow the prep fell to me. I’m really more of a pork kinda guy (go figure) but the tenderloin is up for tomorrow. And yes, I’m already marinating that SOB up proper.
I dressed six breasts, six thighs and four legs. And by “dressed” I mean trimmed off all the skin and fat that makes my vegetarian friend barf in their mouths. Yeah, it ain’t pretty. But life if like that sometimes. You gotta get through the bad times to get to the good.
Post trim session with a very sharp knife, I celebrated not cutting my finger off with an ice cold Lord Chet. Somehow drinking while playing with razor blades seemed like less than a good idea.
Second day of the “dry rub” style. We’ll go wet with tomorrow’s pork tenderloin. Either way, it’s all good.
A good 45 minutes later I placed a platter of pretty damn looking chicken in front of the huddles masses. It was a hit.
And then today for lunch (yeah, I’m typing this on Wednesday) I dove right in to a cheesesteak wid provolone ‘n onions. I was so excited I left Big Pun a voice mail while I was driving into town to pick ‘em up. Just to let him know I was eating good and he sucks it.
You may notice, along with the fact that Yuengling is figuring heavily into my diet, that I ate half the sandwich before I bothered to snap a pic.
I am seriously going to gain ten pounds this week.
I wonder what the gnome is going right now?by