Calgon, take me away from Accounting!

Anyone who lived through the 80's should remember the "calgon take me away" commercials...
Oh, I like accounting alright, just don't like having to think so much outside of work. Poor Sylvia's eyes get tired.

So, this blog is dedicated to Nicole and anyone else who wants to eat this delicious little snack!

SYLVIA'S MAGIC BACON ELIXER
"It'll cure what ales you, and if there's nothin' aling you, well, it'll cure that too!"
(yes, I stole that from Abe Simpson - sort of)

Bacon if you're Achin' (and even if you're not)

whole water chestnuts (2 cans)
1pkg bacon (maple smoked or something sweet is yummy)
soy sauce (uh, maybe 2 table spoons, or was it 3?)
rice vinegar (if you have it - if not, it's ok without)
brown sugar (1 or 2 heaping table spoons)
2 cloves of minced or pressed garlic

- Marinate water chestnuts for 2-3 days in soy sauce, rice vinegar, brown sugar and garlic (turn once in a while)
- When ready to roast, pre-heat oven to 400
- cut bacon strips into thirds
- wrap around chestnuts, use toothpicks soaked in water to secure
- bake for ?? until the bacon is cooked, 20 min? I never pay attention cause I'm always at a party when I'm baking these

Fat 2006

And that's not "phat" in case someone thought I was trying to be cool.
In fact, by saying that I'm sure I date my self and therefore look "un-cool".

Ruth says that I'm not mentally ill after all. She says that it's normal to think about food constantly. I was under the impression that most people didn't read cookbooks on a daily basis. Furthermore, I find that I'm usually the one to bring up mouth-watering appetizer in a discussion. Even if the discussion was about Hockey or Politics. Tim would argue that I would just prefer to change topic if it were in fact, about hockey. Ruth does make a good point about the Food Channel. Why else would one exist if there aren't other obsessed gourmets out there?

Ok, enough of what Ruth and Tim say.

I'm interested to know if someone has an explanation for the following lyrics:

"You flash your bedroom eyes like a jumpin' jack
Then play it pretty with a pat on the back"

(Armageddon It, Def Leppard - Hysteria)

Some of you know that I once loved this album (still do actually). However, I now giggle furiously at it's lyrics.
I have to remember this is also the album with "Pour Some Sugar On Me" - what the heck is that?

Moving on....

My newest song is called: "I shot myself today"
I wrote it over the holidays. That should say something.
Something like: THE HOLIDAYS SUCK!!
Ok, but really, the song is also partially inspired by a suicide story told to me by a co-worker accompanied by his own theories on the spiritual fate of suicide victims.

This leads me to my next question: when does grace end? before death? upon death? is there room for grace AFTER death? Can we prove this? (of course not, but what are the arguments)

Ponder this, world-of-blog.
Goodnight.