Whew, what a night!
So, last night after enjoying several Sierra Nevada Glissades I made this really good chicken. Now it’s been a while since I posted to the DC and didn’t even think to grab my camera or phone and grab some shots so I could and I paid the price for that as you’ll see. After eating and watching a movie I headed up to bed. I got my pillow arranged just right and started drifting off when the sound of Steel Drums, a Pedal Steel Guitar and Conga Drums started to fill the room. Slowly it got louder when an announcer’s voice said “Put your hands together for Texas Blues and the DC Band!” Well, out walks TB in his Thong with his Flat Top and he step up to the microphone. The music takes up a Jimmy Buffet song and TB starts singing:
“I really do appreciate your cutting up all the shrooms,
Dicing the onion and mincing garlic too.
Now pass me the chicken I’ll throw some prawns in too,
So why don’t we get drunk and cook.
Why don’t we get drunk and cook,
I just borrowed Salsa Lady’s Cast Iron,
It’s big enough for me and you.
You say Pauly is a Drama Queen
And SoFlo needs more brews
So why don’t we get drunk and cook
Why don’t we get drunk and cook,
I just borrowed Salsa Lady’s Cast Iron,
It’s big enough for me and you.
You say Pauly is a Drama Queen
And SoFlo needs more brews
So why don’t we get drunk and cook
JayT we need a little Bacon
So why don’t we get drunk and cook
geeme it’s Better with some Cheddar
So why don’t we get drunk and cook
In Muskogee Oklahoma USA.”
The music was great and as applause exploded from some where TB looks at me and says “Thanks RocketMan, I’ll be here all night” and I sat bolt upright in bed, sweating, eyes burning with the image of TB in his Thong still fresh. As I started to settle down and my eyes began to function again I happened to look over at the door and there was TB’s thong hanging on the door knob and I woke again with a start to the sound of a microwave finishing. I was in the kitchen and JayT was plating some of his microwave hot dog awesomeness. He hands me the dogs and a cold beer smiles and says, “It’s going to be ok now RM. Just remember, next time you make something worthy of DC posting, you have to post it.” And it was. I finished the dogs and drifted off to sleep again to dream of a beautiful tropical beach, cold beer, awesome microwave hot dogs and Jimmy Buffet music.
So, all you Drunken Chef’s let this stand as a warning. If you don’t want a midnight visit from TB in his thong and the DC Band, post those Drunken creations!
Oh, TB, the music was really GREAT!!
True Story!!