DLand - Me and Bat Boy Kickin' It Freestyle

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This was sitting on my desk when I got back from lunch today. The thing I find most disturbing about this is the quote halfway through the article that, “Batboy learned how to drive while working with the U.S. military combating terrorism in Afghanistan.” This weekend was a much needed recharge for my system. There was a bit of gaming with Byron and Sarah, a LOT of football watching (and commentary - I'm telling you it's all about the parity), and some casual reading. There is nothing better than curling up and reading in bed. I did pretty well too in that my book was somewhat heavy but I managed to not have it land on my face after dropping off to sleep. The book is actually very interesting. I think you would like it, Jeremy. It talks a lot about the basics of cooking and it has a fair amount of humor in it. I turned down Julia Child, Martha Stewart and Aunt Mae for the wisdom of Alton Brown. Also, I bought Signs, although I haven't yet worked up the nerve to watch it yet (me = giant chicken). But that was about it this weekend. The Mini really is amazingly cute and wonderful. I'm not nearly as neurotic about parking it and touching as I thought I would be. And I literally get all giggly when I look out the front window and see it in the parking lot. I've already put four people in it a few times and so far, so good. We're hitting the road this weekend to go the the Caps game and brave the traffic of Northern Virginia. I bought blue nail polish yesterday to match my Leafs jersey and have white strips to put over them for “bonnet stripes” to both compliment the Leafs and my car. It's a win, win, win situation. Hopefully, I won't get pulled over by any cops for a supposed tri-state joy ride.

Corned Beef

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For lack of more riveting topics, I'll share this little bit of culinary wisdom with you. Bossman and Mrs. Bossman invited Kevin and I over for lunch the other day. Somehow the topic of corned beef came up and Bossman's snicker caused Mrs. Bossman to get quite huffy (as huffy as the effervescent Mrs. B can get) and piqued all of our curiosity. Basically the story goes like this. Bossman and the Mrs. were eating at the Stage Deli in Vegas. Bossman ordered a Reuben and Mrs. B ordered a Rachel (made with pastrami instead of corned beef). Bossman: "Why did you get the Rachel? You never get the Reuben and it's much better."

Mrs. B: "I just can't imagine eating corned beef."

Bossman: "What's wrong with corned beef? It's good."

Mrs. B: "I know, but it's so horrible what they do to those cows, locking them up and making them eat nothing but corn all the time."

Bossman: " ..... (blink, blink) ....."

Mrs. B: "What?"

Bossman: "So ... where does deviled ham come from?"

Her rationale is that they didn't eat corned beef when she was a kid so she got them all confused (corned beef, corn fed beef and apparently veal?). That's her story and she's sticking to it. I'm willing to believe it.