So, here I am again writing about my little life. I was going to kick off with the birth of Marky, right up until my teenage years, but that will take some time in the writing. There are lots of things I want to touch on about my childhood. I really need to sit down and sort it out into some kind of sensible, coherent format. Until then I’m going to tell ye all what I’ve been doing this week.
It was Shona’s birthday last week, so I decided to take to the kitchen and cook a pheasant. Not my brightest idea to date. Don’t get me wrong, I’m quite a good cook, it’s actually something I enjoy doing. Usually I will wing it, but this time, as I’ve not cooked a pheasant before, I referred to the instructions. Firstly I washed the pheasant; a process that took half an hour. 5 minutes washing the darn thing, 25 minutes heaving at having to look inside the thing, as well as scoop out some disconcerting brown stuff. Then I patted it dry, added salt and pepper to season, placed four rashers of bacon to the top of it, tied it together, and put it in the oven for sixty minutes. Always remember to check it whilst it cooks. Pour some of its juices back over it periodically while cooking, to insure tenderness. And lastly, but most importantly, leave the pheasant to sit for the same time as you’ve spent cooking it. It’s just the same as any other meat. It tastes better when left to cool naturally. Add some roast veg, cooked in goose fat and you have a meal fit for a king. Shona enjoyed it, but I couldn’t eat a lot. The memory of the cooking of it, kind of put me off the eating of it. I picked at it until Shoney was ready for pudding.
So my top tip for cooking a pheasant, get someone else to cook the bloody thing.
After dinner, I gave Shona her birthday present, which leads me to my next top tip. Find a girlfriend who doesn’t like expensive jewellery and have a birthday at the start of January. Yeah that’s right; you’re looking for an alien woman born in July. Happy hunting. There was more that happened last week, but I’m running out of lunch hour, so here’s a quick rundown of some of the things I was up to.
1.Watched Glasgow Celtic beat Dundee 2-1
2.Received Last Argument of Kings through the post and started reading it.
3.Played and won at Poker. (£20)
4.Watched Rose Red. (pretty good, Steven King even turned up in it)
5.Read Sly Mongoose ( Really good in a Zombies and Rasta Kind of way)
6.Played Fable2 until my fingers bled. (great game were you can get sexual diseases)
7.Played five aside with a bunch of aging 30 something’s.(Me included)
8.Spent too long online looking at art, which lead me to an extraordinary idea about how to make serious money.(more on that when I’ve ironed out the details)
9.Had dinner with Shona's Ma in a fancy Restaurant.
10. Spilled soup down my favorite shirt in a fancy restaurant.
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About Me
- marky
- I live in a Pigeon loft in Glasgow. I fight dogs for food and mug cows for drink. Monkeys live in my beard. I have lived for centuries under my bed and only came out when they invented peanut m&m's. I understand everything.
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Sorry to hear that the pheasant's innards spoiled your dinner. This reminds me of a story...
I had an earthy, hard-core biology teacher who once brought a turkey into class in November and kept it as a pet for about three weeks. Then one day, in front of his students, he grabbed the turkey and broke it's neck. He took it home that day for his Thanksgiving feast, which was good because, after being fired, he probably couldn't afford to buy another one.
Many of the students that witnessed the murder said they couldn't eat turkey for Thanksgiving that year. They just could stopping thinking about good ol' Plucky.
It's weird how that happens. You just don't get the sense of where the meat comes from when you're tucking into dinner. Maybe if everybody was made to shoot and prepare their own dinner, we would have a few more vegetarians in the world. Luckily for me, I love meat nearly as much as peanut M&M's. Nearly.
Mmm... peanut M&M's are definitely delicious. And peanuts are still in the Meat, Poutry & Nuts food group, so you're getting a good dose of protein. Delicious and nutritious!
Hey Marky -
Sorry to hear about the heaving. A pheasant is just a big chicken (or a small turkey) but sometimes you never know what will set off the heaving reflex. I don't know if you've ever seen Napolean Dynamite but this is a classic scene. Personally, I have no problem with where my food comes from. I raised chickens as a boy, both for eggs and meat. I'm not a big hunter though, I'm O.K. with the simplicity of modern convenience. However, if the need arises, I can still put meat on the table.
All my best wishes to Shona for a wonderful year. (Even if she likes expensive jewelry and has a birthday in January)
p.s. Marky, you'll like my word verification today:
wv: nedness - the essence of being a ned. "The little bawbag had a certain nedness about him, so I pummeled him silly."
Rusty, I love Napolean Dynamite. I've even got a vote for Pedro T-shirt!
And your WV nearly made me 'fowl' myself with laughter. Nice use of the word Bawbag by the way. Every Neds middle name.
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