Easter, Confit, Travel, Italian sex, the single kid.
1. Easter is low-key at the Random household. I explained it all to Little Filthy. “Jesus, cave, blah blah, third day, blah, stone rolled away, blah blah, if he sees his shadow, there are six more weeks of winter.”
2. Someone, please talk me out of trying to make duck confit. I really don’t need to do that. Last week, a law school buddy asked me, “Hey, remember when you made your own sausage?” Let me recommend against that right now. Fortunately, I now live in downtown Chicago and can get fresh, good sausage at many locations. I dig cooking and every so often, I will get it in my head that I need to make something from scratch. I made falafel once. Spare yourself the garlicky trouble.
3. The next few months will put me in NYC, DC, France, Switzerland and Italy. Go, go, travel Random.
4. Are the Italians having different sex than the rest of us? I ask because every day, multiple people find my blog by doing a Google search on “Italian sex.” Well, I guess I will be in Italy shortly enough. I’ll report back on the situation.
5. Talk about your single kid Easters…I’m going to stuff a pepper with whatever is leftover in my fridge.
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Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
March 23rd, 2008 at 1:45 pm
1. hehe
2. I’ve had duck confit before, but I didn’t think it was great. It’s nice that you cook!
3. Wow, how fun! Will you be sending souvenirs? I’m low on mini-spoons and shot glasses.
As I was reading your post, Elsa came over and got very excited about LF’s pic. I told her his name and she said “I yike yill foofy!”
March 23rd, 2008 at 2:58 pm
Hey, how do you know how people find your site?
By the way, I chose not to comment on your insulting comments about cat in a previous blog entry of yours, however, here is my full response:
http://carahurley.blogspot.com/2008/03/crow-adopts-cat.html
Ohhhh, the horror!
March 23rd, 2008 at 3:11 pm
1. That’s more than I knew about Easter. Thanks for the lesson.
2. I say go for it. Could be a fun date night adventure. And wow, you made your own sausage?
3. Bon voyage!
4. If by different you mean more, then probably. Looking forward to the detailed report.
5. Mmm, stuffed peppers. I was just eating meatloaf this weekend thinking about how tasty it might be inside a roasted pepper. Bon appetit as well!
March 23rd, 2008 at 4:35 pm
I am going to be an outcast and not number my response. Sorry, I’m reading on a 2inch by 3 inch screen and I don’t have time to scroll back and forth. Anyways, yay!, your coming to DC! As for Italian sex… I’m italian (well, half) and yes, our sex is totally different, but its a huge secret, you’ll find out in Italy I’m sure ;o)
March 23rd, 2008 at 4:40 pm
Hi, Krystie Lee,
I hope you’re feeling better. I would probably enjoy duck confit more if I didn’t think about all the fat involved in making it. This is another reason I don’t need to try this process. I once tried to …well, I won’t explain the whole thing…suffice to say that Boss once walked into the kitchen and witnessed a massive quantity of chicken fat and stock collide with the floor and cabinets. Do you know how sticky fat is?
Won’t you be shocked when Bev gives you a shot glass from me.
March 23rd, 2008 at 4:43 pm
Hi, Cara – I usually ask people or check the stats (I think it’s a plugin?) to see what linked them here.
Oh yessss, I see your entry now…hm, the videos are not playing, for some reason. I want to see a video of a cat walking a blind man. Then I will retract all that I’ve said and do nothing but sing the praises of cats everywhere.
March 23rd, 2008 at 4:49 pm
Hi, Angie,
Yes, I made my own sausage. It was an attempt to cut down on some of the fat and unidentified meat products. My conclusion: Just eat regular sausage and don’t think about it.
As for #4, ..I just remembered – I believe we plotted out a plan for me to steal European women from their husbands. If you never get your detailed report, it was because I was killed.
March 23rd, 2008 at 4:49 pm
Esquire, if you really read my entry then you would know that you will probably never find a cat walking a blind man. You see, cats are self serving, comfort seeking creatures. They only become useful to man when he accepts that and just…well…worships them, feed them, keep them warm, look after them. The reward? Sometimes they cuddle you. But ohhhh, to be cuddled by a warm purring cat.
It’s worth the $300 insurance etc.
When you come to France, let me know. My friend has a cat that might like to meet you.
March 23rd, 2008 at 4:52 pm
Miss Meghan,
Wow. So there *is* a secret to Italian sex! I’d heard rumors of Mormon-mystery sex but the Italian thing is new to me. Now that I think about it,…I guess I’ve never dated an Italian woman. The plot thickens!
March 23rd, 2008 at 4:57 pm
You busted me, Cara – the first thing I went for was the videos. heh. Okay, so cats are clever enough to find someone else to care for them.
I watched the video with Sparkles and the kitten – then watched this one of a cat beating on a dog’s head while he tries to get something to eat or drink. Admittedly, that dog just came right on back for more punishment.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nO3jk72MgW0
March 23rd, 2008 at 5:02 pm
I’m all better, thanks for asking. The duck confit prep sounds horrid, I’m squeamish about meat and fat.
Ok, hehe, what the hell is Mormon mystery sex? I dated a mormon for a while, so I may have had some. I must know!
March 23rd, 2008 at 5:32 pm
Krystie Lee – Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I’ve met a lot of bad Catholics. I am one, myself. I revel in my lapsed status. But I’ve never met a half-*ssed Mormon. And I was under the impression that Mormons didn’t have sex without a marriage ceremony first. So if you did the deed with a Mormon fellow and you weren’t married, I bet he kept the real Mormon sex under wraps. But tell us this…did he wear odd underwear? I’ve heard talk of unusual Mormon underwear. Obviously, I’ve never gotten that intimate with a Mormon girl or I’d have already written an entry entitled, “Get a load of this crazy-*ss Mormon underwear.”
I’m pretty sure I’m going to hell.
March 23rd, 2008 at 6:00 pm
Yes, he wore the odd undies, they’re called “garments”. http://www.religionfacts.com/mormonism/images/mormon-temple-garments.jpg
Doesn’t get much more sexy than that, right?
He wore the t-shirts and the undies, although I don’t remember them being so long. Maybe they had a shorter, more sporty version? He was very devout, he went on a mission and all that. His whole family was crazy-town and hated me. As for premarital sex, it was a definite no-no, but we had a great sex life. Sorry, Jesus..or Joseph…whatever, I’m agnostic.
March 23rd, 2008 at 6:07 pm
Krystie Lee – Wow. WOW. Those garments are…really something else. You have solved one of the great underwear mysteries of my lifetime. That’s a whole lot of underwear.
So, Mitt Romney wears that, huh? Interesting.
March 23rd, 2008 at 6:11 pm
Krystie Lee – I’m sorry, I somehow missed the comment from your daughter, Elsa. Please let her know that Yill Foofy sends her love.
March 23rd, 2008 at 6:52 pm
You know how I feel about duck confit so I say go for it. Let me know how it turns out. I had some yummy duck with the Brits the other night. I think duck is now my new favorite poultry.
mmmm duuuuccccckkkkkkk
March 23rd, 2008 at 11:13 pm
Fat and unidentified meat products? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyway it’s a known scientific fact that if you take one sip of wine per bite of high-fat meat (or cheese or any saturated goodness for that matter), the two cancel each other out.
Oh yes, the plot. I meant to add: keep running.
March 24th, 2008 at 6:08 am
Krystie Lee, bless your heart for ever being able to climb into bed with a man wearing those underwear! I think I would have a rule or something. Take off your “undies” in another room before sex. If not I probably wouldn’t be able to stop laughing (much less be turned on) and it would just be really bad for his ego. My ex boyfriend used to try to get into bed naked with just socks… anyone else experience this? It’s so goofy looking! Some guys are in such a rush.
March 24th, 2008 at 8:39 am
MissMegs- I was young, still living at home when I dated him. There wasn’t so much crawling in bed as crawling into the back seat, so I couldn’t be that picky. As goofy looking as they are, they actually feel quite soft and nice to the touch.
RE- Now you’ll get hits off of “Mormon sex” searches, too.
March 24th, 2008 at 8:43 am
Krystie Lee – I hadn’t thought of that. I’m going to be a regular encyclopedia of geography/religion-based sex.
March 24th, 2008 at 8:50 am
Duck confit! Teh yumz!
We went to a breakfast place not too long ago that had duck confit hash, and it was excellent. Lately I’ve been making it a point to try just about anything… had rabbit the other night (weary goot) while Bev had teh duck. Down in Argentina I had so many odd parts of a cow I don’t know if there are parts left I haven’t had. Heh.
Quack!
March 24th, 2008 at 8:58 am
When you come to Seattle (notice that was not an “if” but “when”, heh) we’ll take you to brunch at Veil so you can taste the bliss that is duck confit hash. Have duck confit, will travel!
March 24th, 2008 at 9:50 am
The duck confit hash at Veil is the yum even though my picture of it made it look like a fetus.
March 24th, 2008 at 10:21 am
Lynchseattle – I haven’t had rabbit. What is the flavor like? It is gamey at all? I want to hear more about what parts of teh cow you ate.
Avitania – I checked out Veil. The menu looks awesome. When is a good time to visit Seattle?
Bev – I really need to see this picture. I promise I’ll still try the hash.
March 24th, 2008 at 10:30 am
I think you probably saw the pic on my old blog. Avitania called it a fetus – she’s mean like that