Tuesday Munchies

It's so nice to finally have a day off. I really enjoy my job for the most part, but the worst thing about working swing shift is looking at the clock throughout the day and telling myself how much time I have left before I have to go to work--it's like I'm always under the gun. Working regular hours was nice--get up, go to work, the rest of the evening was mine. On swing shift, it's like I'm on a timer every day and I really don't like that at all.

But I got out of work a couple hours early, something I like to do on Mondays, since it's at the tail-end of my work week and the casino usually goes dead around 1:00 am anyways. Once I got home I checked the mail, downloaded a couple of songs, and hit the bed early (for me, at least). Once I got up, I wanted to cook a "real" breakfast. My roommate Travis was brewing a pot of coffee and offered up a cup with Bailey's, so of course I indulged. I also fried up some bacon and made blueberry pancakes.

It was quite the enjoyable breakfast, if I do say so myself. After the dishes were done and the kitchen was cleaned, I had a relaxing afternoon. We fetched some firewood and I helped my other roommate Brad hook up his new turkey fryer, so we've got a roaring fire going in the pit and we're making a deep-fried turkey for dinner (we have a freezer full of them because Von's had a special over Thanksgiving week--buy $25 worth of groceries, get a turkey for five bucks).

After the bird is consumed, I'll probably snooze for an hour or two, and then later on I'm going down to our usual watering hole because it's my friend Candace's birthday. That should be a good time, although I'm going to be doing my best to dodge all of the Jager shots that will certainly be passed around. I *really* hate that shiat.

I think tomorrow morning I'm going to 'get back on the horse' and make some biscuits and gravy, sans pickles this time.


Update:

Here are some photos from our turkey frying experiment. The first one is of the fryer set up and ready to go with the bird sitting there waiting for it's bath. Yep, it's a nice night out here in Vegas, even though it's a little chilly, we still built a fire.

A close-up view of the raw bird. Notice the foil-wrapped hose leading from the propane tank to the fryer. I suggested that because I didn't want to be around if any boiling hot oil overflowed and hit the rubber hose full of pressurized gas.

The finished product! And let me tell you--it turned out excellent! It was a small bird, only nine and a half pounds, but still damn tasty. And plenty enough for the three of us.

Tomorrow night--deep fried prime rib!

Mikey