Picture Sunday

It's the shank of Sunday Evening, whatever that means to you at home, and it's time for another round of Picture Sunday.

Good weekend in Betland, watched a movie, drank martinis, and generally chilled on Friday night, then it was off to Poderosa East, aka Mr M's, on Saturday. Where we sightread clarinet duets (well, I did, anyway, if in fact you could call it "reading"), watched two movies (one really good one and one really bad one - I mean, really bad one), and generally hung out.

It was a lazy few days, and although I had my camera in tow I didn't take any pictures for the old PS. But that's OK. Because with some imagination and the nephew's long-abandoned Playmobils, there can always be a Picture Sunday.

Let's take a trip Out West. Where foul things are afoot. First of all, we're going to Big Rock. Big Rock is the home of the Best Christmas Tree in the West, so named because it grows out of a big rock with no dirt whatsoever. It was planted there and lovingly cultivated to fruition by Melf of "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," and he's given it to the Native Americans because they love nature and he knows they'll take good care of it. However, as happens, that Pesky Cavalry is charging in to take it over. (As they've done for centuries and centuries....)



Let's hope Melf and our heroes win out.

Next, we're heading on over to Gray Rock, which, if you'll look carefully, looks amazingly like Big Rock. It's night-time out by Gray Rock, and the cowboys have let their horses have a rest while they gather around the bean pot and have some whiskey. There's old One-Eye and Lefty with their mugs. (Lefty has to sit on the barrel because he's being chased by a snake.) But wait! Could it be? No, it is! Carmel and Gabby have had to draw guns on each other because they got into a big argument over which was the better musical, "Oklahoma" or "Seven Brides For Seven Brothers." It may not look like a fair match because Gabby has two pistols to Carmel's one, but don't count Carmel out. Because not only is he right (he's on the "Seven Brides" side), he can do things with a pistol you couldn't even imagine. Just ask One-Eye.



And finally, wouldn't you just know that while all that defending of territory and honor has been going on, our own Good Luck Baby Lily has stolen the 4 o'clock stage from Reno, making away with four bags of gold from the Western Union and Bobby, the littlest cowby.



The End.

Well, only the end of our little western movie. We still have the recipe du jour to go. And boy, what I time I had with the recipe du jour this week. The original went south, it went south so bad it's probably crossing the border into Argentina as we speak. And so I went back to Krizzer's suggestions from a month or so ago. The one that had originally intrigued me. And so from the "Fun Suggestions" section of cardland, say hello to "Desserts With Beer."



We have a regular Driving While Intoxicated Dessert Cart for you tonight. Let's start with the little cup, of Strawberry Beer Cream, cream, beer, and strawberries all frozen together. Below that is our Peanut Butter Beer Candy, which, believe me folks, I'm dying to actually try because it just smells so damn good. (Simple, too - peanut butter, sugar, butter, and beer, melted into a pot, then cooled and cut into pieces.) Then beside the candy is our Beer-Soaked Waffle topped with Strawberry Beer Cream and honey (why a waffle? don't ask), and then rounding back up and to the left is a selection of Bite-Sized Beersicles. These are for those of you who prefer the savory rather than the sweet, and it's different delectables (an olive, a cherry tomato, a pickle, a cauliflower, and some cheese) frozen into tiny beer Popsicles. Something for everyone there - pick your dessert and enjoy. Thanks, Kriz, for the suggestion.

Happy Week.

Betland's Olympic Update:
* And it's official. Beer Desserts had by far the worst recipe du jour cleanup yet. Beer Cream melts in about, oh, say, 14 seconds.