The highlight of the weekend was most definitely North shore music theater’s production of Beauty & the Beast. I went to the show saturday night with my lovely girlfriend and we were both extremely impressed.
I think it’s only in town for one or two more weeks. But if you like Disney, do everything you can to attend. www.nsmt.org is the website.
We were tossin’ the disc again today. It was a bit windy.
I hit another child… this one in the head.
I don’t know what the deal is. My co-workers try to blame my throws. But I swear it’s the wind. God wants to punish those little kids, and he uses my frisbee as his means.
thankfully this little girl didn’t start crying. It was a bit of a lofty throw, and it sort of coasted into her noggin, so it wasn’t too fast. Instead of the bawling that I was expecting, she turned around and gave me an evil eye like none I have ever witnessed.
I suspect it’d be similar to the type of response you’d get from a woman if you called her fat.
In an effort to save 1 dollar per pound, I took up the daunting task of trying to make my own honey roasted peanuts… from dry roasted peanuts. Let it be known, this is not a simple task.
Wednesday, I made my first attempt. a little butter, a little honey, a little water, plenty of sugar, and 30 minutes in the oven… and out came some delicious peanuts. sadly they weren’t as crunchy as the true honey roasted peanut. One might say they were ‘tender.’ So last night I tried again. This time, I would sautee the peanuts.
Bad idea #1: trying to sautee honey roasted peanuts.
It didn’t work. at least not well. I added some constarch on my second attempt and ended up with one chunk of peanuts, all glued together with the honey and cornstarch. It tastes okay, but you have to chip off chunks of peanut with a sturdy knife in order to eat.
if anyone happens to work at Planters. And you Happen to know the proper recipe for honey roasted peanuts. I won’t frown upon a betrayal of your company if you tell me what the secret formula is.
man. those nuts are f-i-n-e fine.
Every day for lunch, three of us leave the work premise and zip down to the beach which is only 5 minutes away.
Lately, we’ve been tossing a frisbee around for our 1 hr lunch.
Lately, our throws have been getting closer and closer to the kids playground.
Today, I struck a child with the frisbee.
the little fella didn’t cry or whine, no… he just laughed. mockingly. at my poorly aimed throw.
Yes, I outsmarted Ken Jennings last night.
The answer was:
“By changing the second half of the word football, you come up with official name of this sport”
and it showed a mini-video of some people playing hacky sack.
The question was, of course, “what is footbag?”
Ken Jennings didn’t know it.
point goes to mike d.
My good friend J. revealed a Killer snack to me recently. It’s a simple combination of raisins and honey roasted peanuts. The honey roasted goodness gets all over the raisins, and the moisture of the raisins get all up ons the dry peanuts. It’s stellar!
Unfortunately, honey roasted peanuts are noticably more expensive than regular peanuts. For this reason, tonight, I am going to attempt to ROAST MY OWN PEANUTS. well, maybe not tonight. But soon. I will update all of you on the success of this project upon its completion.
Unrelated side note:
I went rock climbing last night and jammed my middle finger with authority. It’s all swollen and now it hurts to type the letter ‘K’.
The verdict is in: my teeth are free of cavities and plaque.
Normally, I’d be excited about this. However, I’m a bit wary of my dental hygenist. Last time I was getting a cleaning he said: “well, as long as you floss once in awhile…”
“floss once in awhile”? Have you ever come across a hygenist that has not been grossly militant regarding flossing? In my opinion this really undermines his integrity.
I’d much prefer that he order me to use non-flavored listerine and floss 3 times daily with 14 guage wire than have him simply accept my current dental habits. Some have argued: “but mike d, perhaps your teeth really are perfect.”
Pish Posh. Perfect teeth are plot for fairy tales. no more than that.
Mom: mike, are you going to take your blender with you?
mike d: I have a blender?
Mom: yeah, we got you a blender a long time ago. it’s in the basement. you can take it with you to your new place
I equate this with winning the lottery