Christmas Stuffing, or How I Ate a Pig in 3 Bites
Merry Christmas to all my readers and passerbys and people that found this blog because they were looking for something else like THIS.
For those of you, like myself, who decides that twice a year, it’s okay to chow down on as much as you can possibly shove into your stomach, then crawl over to the couch and turn on the boob tube to watch some NFL football. I would like to give you a big SHOUT-OUT and thank the NFL for not having those awful Detroit Lions on television for at least the Christmas holiday. (Thus, why I eat myself into a coma for Thanksgiving… Detroit? Really?!?)
The buffet we had was quite splendid, thanks to the workings of my wife and the guests who brought over some delicious desserts. The only thing better would have been to incorporate grilling in some fashion, though the 18″ of snow on the ground would have made it quite interesting… but it would have also provided for an outdoor fridge to store excess beer while the meat sizzles upon the bbq. But, alas… maybe next year.
I would like to throw some additional SHOUT-OUTS to some people now:
- To my wife, who bought samplers of many scotches, some Captain Morgan, and other “adult beverages” and politely stuffed them into my stocking.
- To Brandon Fibbs, movie reviewer extraordinaire for the Colorado Springs Gazette and Christianity Today Movies, for his review of Sherlock Holmes, which looks like it should be quite the fun movie!
- To the rain that finally washed away 17 of the 18 inches of snow upon the ground, except for the house at the end of the street that had the HUGE gas-powered snow blower and only did their drive. Justice?
- And finally, to Pioneer Woman (yes… shoot me now…) for giving my wife the recipe to make a totally awesome, fattening macaroni and cheese with bacon and onions that pleased my stomach to no end.