Don’t you sometimes wonder how some people’s brains work? Where do their ideas come from? Their creativity?
My Internet provider has a filter system that keeps all the junk mail and viruses from reaching my computer. Periodically I’m directed to their site to check out the spam mail box and the virus mail box to see if they caught anything they shouldn’t have. As I was checking through things this morning I took notice of some of the email addresses. They really made me wonder. Here’s a sampling:
jimmyinelastic@
ferdinandsexoticboner@
dagmarshooters@
sallyscrumptious@
randyscreepycox@
Hmmm. I’m not going to say another word – I’ll just leave all that to your imagination.
Say, I want to comment on what a wonderful job all thehead honchos organizers of the Great Javelina Hunt are doing. If you haven’t checked out their pages, please go over there and do so. Sounds like there will be lots going on to keep us all informed and entertained throughout the weekend. And if you haven't made plans to go, you really should because you'll be missing not only a lot of fun, but a great education in blogging. Rosie, Ole’s wondering if he can go along on the great javelina hunt – just in case there’s a javelina that decides to get rowdy he wants to be available to protect us all as he says he’ll be ‘packin’. (That’s a joke here, People, a joke. He wouldn’t shoot a cute little javelina!)
I guess there is a difference between a javelina and a wild pig, huh? Big Brother lives in New Mexico in an area where there are quite a few wild pigs/boars. A couple of years ago his neighbor was outside in the evening checking out some strange noises that she had heard. She located the strange noises, all right. They were emanating (neener) from her backyard where she found a big boar rooting around in her garden. She turned to run back to her house with the pig after her. He caught the back of her leg with his tusk and ripped it open. She made it into the house and managed to call 911 and the neighbor who came over with a large rifle, but by the time he got there with the gun the pig was gone. This guy was definitely not cute little Porky Pig.
Now I know I’ve talked in the past about eating some strange things – not necessarily me, but strange things that have been eaten by my family or folks I know. Of course there’s the well-known lutefisk fiasco. My mother used to make both blood bread and blood sausage (put a clothes pin on your nose as it smells as bad as lutefisk.) Then there was headcheese. Read about it – it’s disgusting. In Iceland we were offered sheep's head, which had all the wool singed off it,
My Internet provider has a filter system that keeps all the junk mail and viruses from reaching my computer. Periodically I’m directed to their site to check out the spam mail box and the virus mail box to see if they caught anything they shouldn’t have. As I was checking through things this morning I took notice of some of the email addresses. They really made me wonder. Here’s a sampling:
jimmyinelastic@
ferdinandsexoticboner@
dagmarshooters@
sallyscrumptious@
randyscreepycox@
Hmmm. I’m not going to say another word – I’ll just leave all that to your imagination.
Say, I want to comment on what a wonderful job all the
I guess there is a difference between a javelina and a wild pig, huh? Big Brother lives in New Mexico in an area where there are quite a few wild pigs/boars. A couple of years ago his neighbor was outside in the evening checking out some strange noises that she had heard. She located the strange noises, all right. They were emanating (neener) from her backyard where she found a big boar rooting around in her garden. She turned to run back to her house with the pig after her. He caught the back of her leg with his tusk and ripped it open. She made it into the house and managed to call 911 and the neighbor who came over with a large rifle, but by the time he got there with the gun the pig was gone. This guy was definitely not cute little Porky Pig.
Now I know I’ve talked in the past about eating some strange things – not necessarily me, but strange things that have been eaten by my family or folks I know. Of course there’s the well-known lutefisk fiasco. My mother used to make both blood bread and blood sausage (put a clothes pin on your nose as it smells as bad as lutefisk.) Then there was headcheese. Read about it – it’s disgusting. In Iceland we were offered sheep's head, which had all the wool singed off it,
fermented shark, which was cut into slabs, burried at the high tide mark for 6 weeks, then dug up and eaten,
and large slabs of whale meat. This looked like a huge chunk of beef, although much grainier with absolutely no fat.
There’s also pickled eggs (put a cork in the backside of anyone who eats those), pickled herring, pickled beets and pickled pigs feet. My father always thought they were a great delicacy. He would sit by the table and eat them as a bedtime snack. Can you imagine?
Now maybe the Javelina Crew has ulterior motives planning this hunt. Maybe Chef Art is going to prepare some great delicacy for us. Just don't put too many hot peppers in mine, okay, Art? My spice cabinet consists of salt, pepper and ketchup. This could end up bein' a lot for a Meat & Potatoes ScandiHOOvian girl to swallow. Just sayin' is all.
