Sometimes I love having zero immunity to caffeine. To combat what is turning out to be brutal jet lag (as expected, but still not welcome) I drank a single shot of weak chai tea from an espresso cup and it has me FREAKING AMPED.
If my criticism of Russian corruption ever irks the establishment too much, they can forego the Polonium-210 and just replace my normal H2O with Buzzwater. "That man has Buzzwater in his veins," the doctors would say (they would). Then they would plunge scalpels into my carotid artery and drink of my unfiltered blood, because doctors are caffeine junkies and junkies need their fix. It's cool though: when you check into the hospital you sign a waver stating that any staff on the premises can commandeer your blood if it contains sufficient levels of caffeine or Sunny D.
:: Three birds via FedEx are worth one in the hand
I'll be out of town for Thanksgiving and the weekends book-ending it, but I'd like to throw down an appropriately-themed gauntlet. A juicy, tender, Cajun gauntlet. A turducken gauntlet.
Perhaps you've relegated turducken to a long list of bygone southern stereotypes, along with staunch support for the Democratic party, seersucker suits, Ronnie Van Zant, and New Orleans. You are wrong, and I have three concentric dead birds to prove it.
To be more precise, I have found two web sites which offer mail-order turducken: Cabela's and Cajun Grocer. Each of these fowl matryoshki totals 15 pounds and will feed about 10 people. They are not cheap. The maximum price looks to be about $140.
If I can get at least 7 people willing to pay $20 at most, we will feast on turducken. Email me (morland, gmail) if you're interested with available dates and preferred choice of stuffing.
