Saturday, April 11, 2009


So the wife and boy are away to see grandma and grandpa. I am home alone bachelor style. I always take these opportunities to hurt myself. Later today hot wings. At some point I will cook a crock pot full of my famous 12-alarm radioactive death chili. Jackie is one smart, pretty helluva wife, but she does not truck with spicy food. I will probably also smoke cigars until I wheeze, twitch and pass out. This is why it's good that I not be left alone too often or for very long. I also stay up late and watch DVDs, so I'll be sleep deprived on top of everything else. Later today, I will be setting up my bachelor pavilion outside -- computer for novel writing, TV for viewing the Masters, near the grill for wings, etc. It better not rain [shakes fist at sky.]

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Kieran Shea said...

For your wings....
8-10 ounces of Maytag Blue Cheese
1/4 cup heavy cream
1 heavy-handed dash of hot sauce (whatever blows your hair back)
1/2 cup sour cream
Dash of Lea & Perrins
Blitz in blender until smooth.

Currently 10/1 odds on Lefty.

Victor Gischler said...


Sounds great. Alredy got cajun spices on this batch, but I like your recipe fr next time.


Craig Zablo said...

I want to come and hang out!

Randy Johnson said...

12-alarm radioactive death chili, huh? I've not named mine, but I wouldn't mind matching it against yours. I have the same trouble with my family. No one will touch it.

Victor Gischler said...


The secret ingredient is love ... and kerosene.