Gotta start today's post with a quick public service announcement: as glamourous and exciting as the world of CSA membership may appear on this blog,
I do not necessarily recommend that you embark on a similar journey of plant-fatigue. I know it seems like a frolicking fantasyland of health and pretty colors, but you're basically committing to thinking obsessively about vegetables and how to use them for multiple hours a day and spending your Friday night staring down things like
roasted cauliflower soup.
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| Also, there are bugs. Literal bugs. Sometimes a lot of them. They can live in a refrigerator for a surprisingly long time. |
Anyway, I've already enticed one poor soul into two months of wrangling beets and
rhubarbs rutabagas, and I just don't think I can take any more on my conscience.
Moving on! It's the weekend, so let's cleanse our palates with some party food.
And party booze, let's throw some of that in.
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| Mmmm...cleansing, cleansing bourbon. |
That's right, January 8th, time for another holiday party! The traditional Kevin and Amalia brown bag gift exchange was delayed a bit this year (last year?), so we valiantly scraped together our remaining shreds of holiday spirit and made jolly once again. Okay, that's kind of a lie, I showed up in a terrible January vegetable-logged mood but I fixed it (see above).
I'm not going to explain the rules. It's white elephant-ish.
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| What strange and mysterious wonders await? |
Dan's contribution was one of admirable culinary sophistication.
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| Bugs! In a can! |
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| This is where you put the bugs, when you want to cook them. |
Mary Beth was so infuriated to be the recipient of this delicacy that she...decided to prepare them immediately. So as to have them eaten and gone as soon as possible? I sort of lost the logic somewhere in the chaos of banging pots and angry muttering. Also, I was pretty far into my cleansing process at that point (see above).
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| It's hard to tell in this picture, but she's thinking about how much she hates Dan's face. |
Look what she did! It smelled like food! Actually it just smelled like butter, which is even better than food.
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| The instructions on the can require that the snail butter sizzle, and damned if it didn't. |
I know you're going to be disappointed in this rare lapse in my intrepid reporting skills, but I did not eat a snail. They were all consumed in the two minutes I was in the bathroom. Dan's review: "It was buttery."
I did, however, eat some Krabby Patties.
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| They tasted like sugar and squishiness. |
They were a part of the gift I ended up with, possibly my best haul in the several years I have attended this soiree. To wit:
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| A bottle opener AND A WOOD SAW! What an amazingly terrible thing for me to have in my possession. So excited. |
