Green Eggs and … uh, no ham

So I had the eggs and the food coloring. But the ham was not to be found in the pantry or the fridge. So we’ll make do with taters. Which, it turns out, do just fine, thankyouverymuch. With all due apologies to Dr. Seuss …

Green Egg Batch

I know, it looks pretty disgusting. But give it time …

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble. Or something like that

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble. Or something like that

Hmmmm

Hmmmm

And now for the pretentious presentation, featuring sloppily drizzled ketchup

And now for the pretentious presentation, featuring sloppily drizzled ketchup

... and a suggested serving for leftovers. Or, why I can't come in to work today. Ewwwww

… and a suggested serving for leftovers. Or, why I can’t come in to work today. Ewwwww

Meanwhile, an eaves-dropping (literally, it dropped from the eaves) spider spied on my culinary misadventures …

Spider sense is tingling!

Spider sense is tingling!

 

 

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What if Scotland splits?

One of the more famous lines from Braveheart  comes when the nefarious King Edward the Longshanks quips, “The trouble with Scotland is it’s full of Scots.”

Which could explain why after 300 years of a United Kingdom, Scotland’s voters stand on the brink of voting to leave the union. I make no claim to being an expert on what goes on in the UK, but the desire among Scots to stand on their own has waxed and waned over the centuries and in recent years reached a bit of a fever pitch. Call it the Braveheart Syndrome. Of course, the movie embellishes just a bit on what actually happened, but the events depicted in the movie are “based on a true story.”

Image of McAdams tartan shamelessly lifted from the Interwebz.

Image of McAdams tartan shamelessly lifted from the Interwebz.

 

I have a bit of Scottish lineage, although I can’t say that tomorrow’s vote is likely to have a profound effect on my life. It could change things dramatically across the pond. Check out the NYT Q&A.

That image to the left is supposedly of the McAdams clan tartan. Apparently most clans have more than one tartan, each serving various purposes. I’ve never seen an actual family heirloom, which probably no longer exists, at least not one from my ancestors. And, truthfully, I’m about as Scottish as Montgomery Scott. Beam me up!

Still, it’s interesting to wonder if I were a lad from Glasgow or Edinburgh, what would I think of all this? Would I be all puffed up with nationalist pride, or would I be more worried about being isolated from the larger UK and the potential economic perils? What if Scotland is forced to stop using the Pound as its official currency?

Going off on a side note, I still get a chuckle thinking about Mike Myers’ SNL skits set in a shop of All Things Scottish. “If it’s not Scottish, it’s crap!” And perhaps my favorite is when he gets irate at a tourist’s ignorance, confusing Scotland and Ireland. “There’s Ireland, there’s Scotland, there’s the bloody sea. They’re bloody different!”

“Now get out!”

So what’s my point here? Eh, maybe I don’t have one.

 

 

So there was this slab o’ ribs in the fridge …

Didn’t feel like firing up the grill, so I took the lazy man’s way out and fired up the oven. Cruised the WebOMatic and found a pretty decent recipe … here . I stayed pretty true to the dry rub recipe, but lacking a barbecue sauce, I subbed teriyaki to throw in a little Asian flavor. Not too shabby!  Not sure how well it would go over in Kansas City or anywhere in the Carolinas, but a nice wrinkle on your basic ribs with a dry rub and a few generous coatings of sauce.

It slathers on the lotion ...

It slathers on the lotion …

And now for the pretentious art shot. Or not

And now for the pretentious art shot. Or not. This is my pathetic attempt at artful drizzling. More of a sloppy summer thunderstorm.

The boneyard

The boneyard

That is all. Next time I’ll throw in some mac and cheese and collard greens. Or the Korean equivalent.