Last thursday the wife made one meal that her spanish roots seemed to have missed her all those years. But thanks to some friends she has since learned how to cook some awesome rice and beans. Now I am not saying that every spanish person has to know how to cook rice and beans, what I am saying is that they should be born with it already programed into them! I love rice and beans! And boy, so does the gas factory! Lets just leave that one alone for a momment lol. I mean I was born loving spam, mayo and knowing just how to be an asshole. My sterotype was well grained into me from day one. Hell the first thing I noticed different about the people in the north from the people in the south was that everyone wore shoes! I was redneck bumpkin when I came up to Jersey and did not like wearing shoes.....sterotypes do exisist for a reason.
And I know steriotyping people isnt nice but the fact they exisit means that they are some-what true. Let me tell you a little story about my personal exsperience with rice and beans and a spanish family:
A few years back I was looking for some over time so I worked at the front door(more like table) at company picnic. This was something they did every summer for the employees; swimming pools, games, enough food to end world hunger and it was all free! My job was to make sure everyone had a ticket and was given one goodie bag per family. The whole morning went by with out anything of interest happening, until the sterotype family came in. It was like watching a comedy routine of Carlos Mencia come to life. There had to be at least 15 of them, all from the same family. From the oldest of the old in a wheel chair to youngest of the young in a baby wheel chair, aka the stroller. And following them in with his wife beater on with some spanish saying on it (across the girth of his beer gut), came the alpha male carrying the vat of rice and beans in one of those silver disposable containers. At first I was a bit confused as to why they were brougth their own food, like I said there was more food than sense should have allowed.
And then this guy I was working next to, who was spanish and already holding back giggles, told me what it was. I almost shit myself! I mean who brings their own rice and beans to a party like this? It would have been like me bringing my own jar of mayo to a party! And hell if the hispanic guy next to me was laughing it was open season on steriotypes.
And at that point in my life I had not really eaten rice and beans and the wife had yet to learn the art. But as much as I like them I would never bring my own food, unless asked to do so. But if you want to make sure the party has what you want, there is no better way to secure that than by BYOB (Bring Your Own Beans)
Here is a close up to Fridays left overs......up close everything looks scary!
I worked 16 hours of Friday so this was my breakfast and lunch, for dinner I just roamed around the buildings looking for meeting left overs. I found pizza, tons of chocolate and a small sandwich. Firdays usually have the best left overs.
This weekend I bought some beer and some Boones Farm Watermellon Malt drink(it isnt beer and it isnt wine so it is malt drink)......it was like candy for adults! And if you have never heard of it go here for some more details~~> Boones Fam! Now go out and buy some damn it, lets all get smashed !
On Sunday we did the usual breakfast of pancakes, eggs and for me some left over ham steaks. But I always cook mine last because I am the only one that likes hot sauce on my food.
Also on Sunday we had a death.....of one of our Halloween gold fish. He was the runt of the liter so it wasnt all that suprising. But the other two still look strong, lets see how long we can keep them going.
It is now 10:25 am on a Monday morning, so far so good but lets see what cruve balls life can bean us in the head with by sleepy time!