Ha...well even with my second chance, I still haven't sent those father's day cards or my Mom's Birthday present, or given Hilary her birthday present. Gah, these things are behind it would seem. So be it, it will get done. This adhereing to one day a year is baloney anyway.
Tim and I went on a 31 mike bike ride today, going on the Drumlin Trail starting in Cottage Grove and going to Lake Mills (and then into town to get a snack and a drink). Needless to say, we are pretty tired. It was almost....too much. But we did it. :) I love that victorious feeling. I do feel like bed though. We made smelt for dinner and a salad. I am so ready to cuddle up with my latest issues of Good Housekeeping and drift off to sleep. Besides, it's almost 10. That would be okay.
Yeah. Tomorrow I am hoping to play Bingo with Laima. I hope she is still in and it's a go.
posted by hadjare @ 9:58 PM
1 Comments:
Ahhh, I remember the times my dad would get 5 galon pails full of smelt and there I would be snipping the heads off with scissors, cutting open the bellys and shelling the guts out like a big tote of peanuts for hours. After the initial hour of overwhelming gross-ness you got used to the mess of it all, but it was a good week before I could actually eat any of them.
My dad has a pretty good little story about a bet that was made at a bar one night. Who could swallow the most raw smelt. The winner made 50 bucks. Evidently, the winner didn't stop when the contest was done, but kept right on eating. Bleah.
It's been a long time since I had smelt...if it wasn't for having to be elbow deep in guts and roe I would probably like to have them again.
Post a Comment
<< Home