For years the wife and I have been making a McDonald's mutation sandwich which we dubbed the Beef N' Bird.
Equal parts double-cheeseburger and McChicken.
Discard one set of buns (i.e. let the kids eat them when they swoop in to take a break from the playground.)
Combine the meats, sauces, and assorted veggies (term used loosely)
between remaining set of buns and there you have it.
The Beef N' Bird.
I was inspired by this when preparing dinner last night and classed-up (ever so slightly) the original concept.
Gourmet Beef N' Bird:
Pan-fry a large medallion of beef sausage until crisply browned then cut in halves and cook two chicken tenderloins pan-fried in the beef sausage drippings.
One large leaf of Romain lettuce placed on a plate, with a thin layer of sun-dried tomato pesto spread over it, then sprinkled with grated Romano cheese.
When the meats have cooled slightly (so not to wilt the lettuce) alternately place sausage halves and tenderloins on top of the Romain leaf.
Drizzle spicy wing sauce or BBQ lightly over the meats and serve.
Sunny, 75, and a breeze out of the South.
My yen and yang seem to swirl around food-stuffs.
This past week I, among other things, went grocery shopping and got taken out to dinner.
You know the stereotype of the slow moving grocery line caused by a coupon-clipper, paying with cash and exact-change, who doesn't begin to start rummaging for these items in her massive saddle-bag until she's verified a price-match for every item scanned and then made sure all the bags made it into the cart?
I fear that I might become that person.
Twice in the past week I've picked out items, checked them out, paid for them, and not gotten home with them.
I suspect it is because I always have the kids with me when I'm shopping and the clerk, bagperson, and myself are usually distracted with them being cute when it comes time to put the bags back into the cart.
The latest instance was milk.
I picked up six, paid for six, and only got four home into the fridge.
(half-gallons mind you, they were on sale and thus less expensive per volume than the full gallons.)
However, as cosmic balance, the Millionaire and his wife were in town and I got taken out to dinner.
Chicken Oscar at Merchant's upstairs dining room and 18 year old Macallan scotches.
I'm going to make the choice to be really happy about the meal out, the good booze, and the after show at Tootsie's.
After all, no point crying over milk you paid for but were too lame to remember to put in your cart, so your 2 year old could have spilled it when you got home anyway.
Came upon new info that made me smile and makes me think that I owe
some bureaucrats in DC an apology.
Turns out that they ARE slick enough to deposit your stimulus rebate check in the same manner
that you received your income tax refund.
So, folks like me that used direct deposit for the refund will get the stimulus funds in like manner.
Sweet.
I'm feeling all good about the amount of postage that will be saved.
