Fruity Oatey Bar

I know the likes of Serenity weren't for everyone, but I liked both Firefly and Serenity. Everytime I see the scene with the Fruity Oatey Bar, I get the jingle stuck in my head. Without further ado, the full commercial for The Fruity Oatey Bar!



Don't go crazy and cause a tussle now, here?

Doctor Who is a racist!!!!

I had to re-read the headline like 3 times before I realized they weren’t talking about The Doctor…. I suppose is he is a little racist against the Darleks?

Tastes like chicken!!!!!!

That poor kid is looking straight in the eyes of a lifetime of crazy

Pastrami! Recycled!

And here is what seperates the wheat from the chaff. Faced with an unmercifully salty pastrami, and a week worth of dinners to cook, I had a flash of genius. We were set to have fried chicken and collard greens for dinner tonight, a staple of the northe east (snicker), when it struck me.....why use bacon (or a ham hock, or a piece of smoked shoulder for that matter) as the flavor meat for the collards, when a nicy salty hunk o' pastrami could do the same job, and resurect my fallen smoked project from an early grave!!!??!!




It turned out even better than I'd hoped, so good, that I have frozen the remaining pastrami for just such future applications. Pastrami, you have not beaten me yet...I will make you, and it will happen this BBQ season, but damn, you have got to love snatching victory, from the jaws....of defeat!

Pastrami, update, ....no exclamation point :(

Well, apparently 6 hours is NOT long enough of a soak time for a 3/2.5 lb brisket. I want to try this again in the near future, as besides the saltiness, I think I have the other flavors just right. But as for now, it's just barely edible, which I suppose is an upgrade from my first attempt, which was completely inedible, so baby steps, you know?

Our dystopian present...

Well the fam and I are about to go on a quest for fresh water, as the entire city of Boston, and surrounding towns are on a tap water ban, due to a major breach of a water main. Pray for us, I have packed the shotgun and my pistols, and am prepared to defend ourselves from the water bandits and pirates I am certain to encounter on our quest.



this is really kind of fucked up.

UPDATE: Went to my parents house on the south shore of Ma. and we scored about 15 gallons of water (as the BWC has no ETA on repairs for the water main), but even there, 40 miles south of Boston, the shelves were being cleared, and on the way back, I noticed that traffic jams were up and down the highway heading south. Thank goodness I insisted we go as early as possible!