What Song Is Playing?
by Jon HassingerDuring my cousin Erin's wedding last September, her brother(my cousin) Sean and I must have been on the same page musically. Either that or just equal parts Gin to Vodka.
Whatever the case may be, what song are we dancing to, that caused us to choose this dance move?
Sean's wife Megan (off to the upper-right) seemed impressed. Behind us, Renee seems to be hiding.
Campy Genius.
by Jon HassingerI like this guy for three reasons:
1. He didn't win American Idol, but he was BY FAR better than anyone who's been on that show since Carrie Underwood or Kelly Clarkson.
2. He addressed being gay, like the no-big-deal it is, before people even thought about making a big deal over it.
3. He understands the importance of both negative and positive press.
This is from EW.com -
“Thank you to those who appreciate and understand that the album cover is deliberately campy. It’s an homage to the past. It IS ridiculous,” he wrote this morning. “For those that don’t get it: oh well… Glad to have gotten your attention,” he continued. “Androgyny. Rock n Roll.”
Renee’s Mr. Wich Veggie-Sausage Special, and Pecan Pie.
by Jon HassingerI swear she should have our own series on The Food Network, because Renee has done it again.
And not just a fantastic meal that you can prepare at home with ease, but a dessert to follow, made from scratch!
I always look forward to Sundays, because it means Renee utilizes all her kitchen tools, to make magic. And any man reading this will confirm: If your woman can cook, and enjoys cooking, your life is sweet.
Usually our meals are made in order of ingredient's life-spans. For example, if there are several vegetables approaching their demise, Renee will incorporate most of them, into a meal with whatever meat is thawed and ready.
On a side note, when I mention "meat" that means anything that was once alive....fish included!
This meals meat: Saaauwwsaggge!! Pronounced in your best Mr. Wich voice.
Next, cook the pasta. I like Cork screw, but it's not written in stone.
With that, you want to chop, season, and cook some asparagus, yellow squash, and red onion.
Chop some tomatoes then add them along with the Saaauwwsaggge!!, to the mix of veggies.
I call it, the unofficially named Mr. Wich's Veggie-Saaauwwsaggge Special !
We ate it in bowls, and found that forking the items in this order provide for the best in-mouth combo: Pasta first, then sausage, followed by asparagus, tomato and squash = Glory.
To follow this deliscious, nutritous meal, is one of my ALL-TIME favorite after-thanksgiving dinner treats:
PECAN PIE!
Just like they do on TV, Renee created the crust from scratch.
On a side note, we don't have a rolling pin, I know, her Christmas list is being updated as we speak....So she had to roll this with a ball-game-give-away plastic cup, and considering, I think she made it fit perfectly:
Then comes the sugar and almonds..
SUGAR...
PECANS...
They are mixed...
Then poured into the crust...
And placed into the oven, to become one.
While the house filled with the smell of Autumn and holiday seasons, we impatiently waited for the glory that is a homemade PECAN PIE...
Then it was time.
It looked perfect. Like it was made for a commercial. However we then had to wait another hour, for it to cool. I suggested putting it into the window for cooling, like Minnie Mouse used to do, so Mickey would come floating by his nose, to her house. Renee quickly shot down that idea, and simply let it sit in the kitchen.
Then after a half hour of fighting our taste buds and ADD, we decided it was time...
Needless to say, I had it for breakfast the next morning.
Cold Blooded.
by Jon HassingerA baby lizard was murdered this weekend, in Fort Lauderdale.
I sipped my coffee Sunday morning watching the gecko tip-toe on the tile floor of my porch. Normally these little guys move at lightening speed. Imagine being on a speeder bike, from Star Wars.
But this one was taking his time, strolling along on this hot early Sunday morning. Then, without notice, a giant black paw came slamming down on him! Not killing, but scaring and stunning the crap out of the tiny reptile.
It was my cat, Buddy. Who most likely spotted the intruder from inside the dryer, his normal resting place.
The lizard began jumping and bouncing around, trying to avoid what eventually became imminent doom. But the more he wiggled, the more Buddy became interested and wanted to play.
Mouse seemed to be interested. But Buddy was the pure aggressor, here. Which is odd, because in the wild the female cats do all the dirty work....
But before Mouse could participate in the carnage, Buddy had ended it....
Yes. He ate it. He wasn't "playing" with the gecko, he was out for cold blood. Literally.
He ate everything but the right leg. ..
He's a bad ass.
The Cream Cheese Stands Alone
by Jon HassingerOn a normal weekday, I will combine this...
With this..
To enjoy this..
It's as American as blue berry pie..
(Yes, Blueberry Pie, not Apple. But that's another pos..t)
It's easy to make, delicious, nutritious, and get's the day off to a spectacular start.
I then pour my coffee, and head out to face the world.
But today, due to the zero egg producton from my pet Chicken, I had to find an alternative.
And that alternative was a Lender's Onion Bagel.
And now we come to the point of this post...
Usually I'd slab on butter or jelly. But I was really craving cream cheese. Not any cream cheese, though. Philadelphia Cream Cheese.
And there it was.
Being from Philly, I am biased to almost any argument involving any kind of food native to the City of Brotherly Love.
But there are a few for which there are no arguments:
First and formost cheese steaks.
No one comes close.
We also have the best soft pretzels,
tap water,
and snack cakes.
And I think it is mandatory to add cream cheese to this list.
The thick, rich, creamy, and easily spreadable consistency tops all other cream cheeses up and down the east coast, and beyond.
Philadelphia. Not just the City of Brotherly Love, but The City of Delicious Food.
Oh yea, I don't really have a pet chicken.
JUST TOO SWEET….
by Jon HassingerAfter going from Sugar, to Splenda, back to Sugar, I've landed safely with Honey, as my coffee's sweetener.
My future mother-in-law, Debbie Sterling, brought the idea to me about 2 years ago, and I've been hooked ever since.
If you haven't tried it yet, I suggest you do.
We all know by now, I have purchased a new car. A 2003 Lexus ES 300, silver, with gray interior. I love it. I drive in it everyday, and still feel like it isn't mine, and I'm just cruising around in a rental or something.
It is my 5th car.
With my previous 4 cars, I have taken care of them to an extent. I changed the oil religiously, always filled the tank when I got gas, and kept it reasonably clean...
But if I spilled something or burnt a part of it, I didn't really care. Clothes, shoes, water bottles, trash, etc. were rarely not found in any of them. At the very most, of all my previous 4 cars, $3,000 was the most I paid for any of them.
But with the Lexus, I am in a whole different world. I treat this car like the perfect automobile that it is...
I take my flip flops off and put them upside down, on the floor mats upon entering. All passengers must follow suit. I leave nothing in it. No paper work, no cups, to trash, nothing!
Well, except for one time...
A couple of weeks ago, when Renee dropped me off at the airport, I left my coffee mug on the floor, behind the passenger seat.
I couldn't bring it on the plane, and they don't fit in the cup holders. And since my father trained me like a Nazi Soldier to be insanely on-time for flights, where my coffee mug could go, wasn't a top priority of mine, at that moment.
I was focusing on getting out of the car, grabbing my bag, kissing Renee goodbye (a good, long, passionate goodbye kiss), then getting to my terminal.
While in the airport I like to have my own little comedy show in my head. I notice that it is full of people you THINK you recognize, long lines of fat people at Burger King, and things I just can't explain...
I thought a Mojito was an alcoholic drink made with Rum and Mint. How do you incorporate that into a sandwich?
Gross.
I also realized that instead of drinking or taking pills to get through the stress of a plane ride, I can just load up on sugar before the flight. Then crash. Not literally.
Then a week later, Renee picked me back up from the airport, with my car. I went to throw my suitcase in the back seat when I noticed something....
Coffee spill?? I thought the mug was completely empty, when I carefully, yet distractedly placed it back there....
Then I examined it...
NO....
That isn't coffee.
IT'S HONEY!!!
Oh, I am such a Bozo!
Since getting into putting honey in my coffee, my sweet-tooth tolerance has taken a bit of a climb. So, to be sure I don't leave the house with a bland cup of Joe, I usually dump in the honey.
In this case, it must not have dissolved enough, into the coffee, and a layer of honey remained at the base of the mug. It then tipped over on Renee's drive back from dropping me off, and the hot-Florida-summer-sun cooked that stuff into the fibers of my nice new car's floor mats!
I pray I don't wake up one morning to this....
The shark has been jumped.
by Jon HassingerThere's cool....
There's cheesy-cool...
And now there is cheesy...
After taking a year off from watching Entourage, I decided to watch an episode last night.
After 15 minutes, maybe, I could not watch it any further.
This show is done. It's not that it's the same story every season, it's that the characters whom I used to love watch interact, have become annoying and tired.
“School Is Cool!”………………
by Jon HassingerIt happens every year, right around the beginning of August.....
Reminders, that on the surface are supposed to excite and "pump-up" kids for the new school year.
But the closer you look at these "hip", "fun", and "creative" reminders, that to this very day give me the feeling you get whenever you hear that old 'eee-eee-eee-eee' alarm clock sound.... the more one thing becomes extremely obvious....
Can you see it?
Oh there it is!! The lamest marketing tool in the book!
"Yes! School is coming back, and now it's time to spend all of our parents money on pencils, rulers, trapper keepers, pencil holders, folders, pens, erasers shaped like the big red dog, notepads, daily planners....PENCIL SHARPENERS!!!! And get excited about it!"
Horrible.
But what I hate about these "reminders" the most, is how it ruins a kid's summer. Now, whenever a kid sees or hears on of these lame ads, all he/she will do, is count down till doomsday. The day the summer ends, and the horrible 9-month long school year begins.
I will never ruin my kids' summer, a month short, by telling him, "it's back to school time!".
I'll explain to him/her, that September is back to school time. Companies just tell you that August is, to sell products.
Then, instead of spending my money on school supplies, I'll spend it on therapy.
This, however, would KIND-OF get me excited.....
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