Previously on Ladies…
Quick update I’m throwing at the top, since I was too hungover to really talk football this morning. You have to play “The Last Hope“, a great little game done by the guys over at Doubt About It. (Found via Christmas Ape’s DC Steeler Nation.) Power ups are Lombardi trophies, Art Rooney, and hottie Tomlin. I will probably spend the rest of the day on this. Now back to the main post.
When I was in the high school choir, the greatest thing you could look forward too was the trip to Disneyworld for choral competition. (I believe they use the word “adjudication” instead of “competition”, but that’s besides the point.)
Anyway, one of the highlights of this trip was a visit to the Swedish SmÃ¶rgÃ¥sbord restaurant, not because of the Medieval Times feel of the place but because there is nothing funnier to a bunch of 15 year-olds that saying “Swedish SmÃ¶rgÃ¥sbord… Bork bork bork” at least 10,000 times on the flight down. (Which is reaches its point of hilarity when one of the Karas asks a very black man if he is he “Swedish chef” at one of the carving stations, not even thinking for a second that might possibly be one of the most offensive questions ever uttered in Orlando.)
So what is my point? It has been a really busy week here at TSW HQ what with birthdays, going out to various events every night with two more parties yet to go this weekend (I’m starting to seriously get the Vince Vaughn / Jon Cusack bloat going on this week with all the drinking and such) and I really didn’t get it together to do a decent FFF. As a matter of fact, I am putting this together at 9:30 in the morning hoping to get it done by 10 so I am not too late for work.
What does this mean for you fine reader? It means I am going to just throw up a smattering of pictures of things that have been going on here with a receipe or two mixed in and calling it a SmÃ¶rgÃ¥sbord.
Why is there a picture of Ron Paul eating what he is claiming to be a pear tart when it is clearly an apple tart? Good question.
I made this last weekend for the Steelers – Browns game.
And planned on making another one last night for a party tonight. Some how the email thread turned to teasing Josh and Mongo about how much Ron Paul sucked and how I was no longer going to make a pear tart if someone was going to secretly put a Ron Paul sticker on my car. (Which is why Josh made the Ron Paul image you see above.)
Instead of making the pear tart last night, I went to Big Wangs for a bon voyage party for my friend Elke who’s going to the lounge act along with her husband on a Princess Cruise ship between Tahiti and Hawaii over the next four months. (The night consisted mostly of another Josh and myself yelling at the Oregon game and arguing over Bonds indictment.)
I was going to try to make the pear tart this morning for the FFF, but did not wake up early enough. (See above, drinking at Big Wangs.)
I actually served it with a savory bacon, cheese, and caramelized onion tart. You can find the recipe for that – and the same step-by-step directions I usually provide – here at The Amateur Gourmet.
(I got the recipe for the Pear Tart out of this month’s Real Simple magazine. Look at my picture and their picture. No bad eh?)
What else have I attempted lately. Oh yes, biscuits and gravy.
My pictures did not come out looking very good from this dish. But guess who’s did? The Pioneer Woman Cooks. I just recently found her recipe blog, and while I find no references to football anywhere on that site or her Pioneer Woman blog, I have no doubt that she is quite an awesome woman and cook.
This came in the package – a real smÃ¶rgÃ¥sbord in its own right – from my mom this week.
And listen, it is the week before Thanksgiving. You don’t have to worry about putting out a big football spread! I would not blame you if you just did this –
You can bake them –
Or even better, fry them in a pan with a little butter.
Serve with bean dip, guacamole, sour cream, and salsa. No one ever turns down a taquito!
And finally a new product review – Gardetto’s Bread Crisps.
They taste like the Olive Garden.
Ok, 10:10. I can still be at work by 10:30. I hope.