Hola mein froind's.
Another night in The Blues Kitchen. Its my office. Where I hold court. Its sacred ground and heavily protected. And don't even think of trying to shoo bluesdawg missylou away. She lives here, you visitin'.
So it was me and missylou alone to our own swirling cesspool of steaming desires. missylou was all in. She gets that way whenever I pull out a block of cheese and start whackin' n' hackin' at it. She loves cheese even more than peanut butter and would even whore herself out to the cat next door if cheese was part of the deal. Anyhow where was I?
Oh yeah, so there we were drinkin' and smokin' and cussin' and lyin' when I remembered I had some fresh USA steelhead. Some of the best stuff on the planet y'all.
I got Black Betty plenty hot and then drizzled just a little bit of olive and canola oil and fired the fish.
Oh yeah, that scheeze I was talkin' 'bout? Tillamook Medium Cheddar.
Melty scheeze with the pheesh? Eat it and all shall be revealed unto you I shittith thou not.
Now I'm a simple man. With simple tastes. Onliest bread I eat and not often at that, is Mrs. Baird's 100% Whole Wheat. I toasted some of that, and splooged on some jalapeno ranch and added pickled 'peno's and fresh tomato. I then added the scheezy fish and had a couple fairies fart sunshine on it. (that was missylou's idea. Good girl!!)
Not much of a money shot. Maybe I should have made it double decker. It would have been more impressive. It tasted damn good. So good it tasted like...like....like....THE TRUTH!
As you can see I was all Chairman Mao'ing it and gettin' down buck wild with it.
Anyone notice the dirty shot glass. Its the same one I've been using now for about a month. It'd be a sin now to wash it.
Alrighty then kids.
I done showed y'all mine.
Y'all show yorn'.