Did you ever wake up from a dream and say "where in blue fuck did that come from?" I had one of those dreams early this morning. I dreamed I was at a country music concert (point: this would never happen because I hate country music), I don't know who the country singer was, he was male, and he was wearing black jeans and a black cowboy button down shirt, and a tan cowboy hat. He was playing the guitar and singing. I don't remember all the lyrics, but I do remember the part where he got down on one knee, strummin' his guitar and sang this verse to me. "I want to live with you in a state of constant fucking."WAH?!
What psycho part of my subconscious came up with this song? Where do things like this come from. Its at times like this that I believe that our brains do not belong to us when we are asleep. Like the night I had a dream that I had sex with Jason Stackhouse from the the HBO Series True Blood (which, if you have not seen, get the DVD and catch your ass up. Its' so good)
[Small tangent here. The new season of True Blood starts on June 14th and I'm looking for a really kick ass vampire themed martini - you know something red and slightly thick. If you can think of anything please email me - it will make the season premiere that much better with the proper drink. Please note. I loathe tomato juice so no bloody mary's]
Ok. Question. What has been your most whacked out dream? The one where you woke up, shook your head and said. Jumpin Jesus on a pogo stick where did that come from?
Moving right along to the tasty portion of this blog. I made this recipe as a side dish for mother's day and boy o boy were they a hit. Here's what I did.
I took trimmed green asparagus and tossed them in a little olive oil lemon juice and chopped dill. I then roasted them in a 375 degree oven for about 10 minutes, tossing them halfway through.
I then took the white asparagus and trimmed the ends and peeled them. I then blanched them in boiling water for about 4 minutes, threw them in an ice bath and when cool, tossed them with olive oil, lemon juice and dill.
I took presliced smoked salmon and wrapped it around the cool asparagus spears alternating green and white. I finished with fresh dill on the top. Delicious.
Rating = So Damn Good. (and so super easy, and so pretty too. make them for your next get together)
3 comments:
I'm not sure how I'm supposed to read the recipe when I'm going to spend the next 10 minutes cracking up about your state of constant fucking, which I kind of think is a place Steve would also like to live if we didn't have bills to pay and stuff.
My own tangent: There are 1 million people in all of Maine and there are FIVE country music stations. WTF?
Did you like the white asparagus? What did you find different from the green kind? I'm curious, but not sure if I'm curious enough to buy it.
The white was slightly milder and also much thicker. But, it was a pain in the ass to peel - they are very fragile, I broke half of them when I was peeling them. I don't think they are worth the extra trouble.
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