Monday, August 08, 2005
An Object At Rest Cannot Be Stopped!
This is the pizza I made last night to eat while we watched a marathon of "The Tick" and "Aqua Teen Hunger Force" and drank lots of this:
The pizza was a gourmet tour d' force, if I do say so myself. Fried potatoes and pepperoni anchored by sharp cheddar cheese. Topped with mussels steamed in wine and a garlic and saffron cream sauce. Damn fine, serious pizza for not particularly serious people. Mr. Scoop feared the pizza, initially, until he tasted it. Then he pronounced it yummy and an excellent booze soak to boot.
The beverages for the evening were fairly high octaine. The wine, Las Rocas, clocks in at 14 percent alcohol. I drank two bottles. This morning I feel as though someone shit in my head, but I had fun last night and that's what counts, isn't it. Isn't it?! Look, don't make me come over there. I'll cut you.
You may remember the Las Rocas from The Great Wine Experiment.
The beer, Arrogant Bastard Ale, is described by it's maker thusly:
It is one of the best ales created on the face of the planet. It has a 7.2 ABV. Mr. Scoop also awoke somewhat damaged this morning. He decided to counter the damage by making breakfast. We had omlettes.
Mr. Scoop makes a mean omlette. First he whips up the eggs in the tin cup his parents gave him to sell pencils out of when he announced that he wanted to make his living by telling dick jokes to the masses:
Then he adds bacon, ham, pepperoni and cheddar cheese.
You may have noticed Mr. Scoop has no head in these pictures. He ranted at me while I was taking them about "celebrity" and "dignity" and something about a stalker. All I know is it's important not to piss off a guy in the throes of a viscious hangover who has a sharpened 8 inch chef's knife within easy reach. I enjoy having fingers. I use them to do stuff, like drink.
Anyway, the finished product looked like this:
It was excellent. It was meaty. It was feasty. It was a Meat Feast of an omlette if ever there was such a thing. I threw some hot sauce on there and dug in. I am now patiently awaiting the blessed food coma that I know will follow.
Let the healing begin.