National Acorn Squash Day —With the exception of pumpkin pie, I’ve never had a squash of any kind prepared in a way that I found palatable. I know it’s supposed to be healthy food, but to me it smells terrible when cooked, and tastes like the water it was boiled in. They are also promiscuous, and will cross breed with any plant even vaguely related to them. Starvation food, IMHO. YMMV.
National Beer Lovers Day —Real beer, not the fizzy, yellow, weak stuff manufactured by a giant megacorporation and swilled by the unwashed masses by the gallon. Why does it have to be ice cold? To keep you from tasting it, that’s why. Those who are true cogno scientii of beer know the ones of which I speak so deprecatorily. Dark, heavy, chewy beers that one must chew before one can swallow—real beer, like Arrogant Bastard™, of which many are unworthy. Admittedly, there are a few lighter brews worthy of being called beer— real IPAs. Unfortunately I may not name them here. (I was pushing it with A. B., but considering I’m being a beer snob, I just had to. Even if you don’t drink beer, read the A. B. bottle. It’s a hoot.)
Salami Day —There are hundreds of varieties and nationalities, all a little (or a lot) different. It seems that every ethnic group has at least one variety. Some take it to near excess … bless them! And that’s no Bologna (different crittur altogether).
Today is:
National Acorn Squash Day —With the exception of pumpkin pie, I’ve never had a squash of any kind prepared in a way that I found palatable. I know it’s supposed to be healthy food, but to me it smells terrible when cooked, and tastes like the water it was boiled in. They are also promiscuous, and will cross breed with any plant even vaguely related to them. Starvation food, IMHO. YMMV.
National Beer Lovers Day —Real beer, not the fizzy, yellow, weak stuff manufactured by a giant megacorporation and swilled by the unwashed masses by the gallon. Why does it have to be ice cold? To keep you from tasting it, that’s why. Those who are true cogno scientii of beer know the ones of which I speak so deprecatorily. Dark, heavy, chewy beers that one must chew before one can swallow—real beer, like Arrogant Bastard™, of which many are unworthy. Admittedly, there are a few lighter brews worthy of being called beer— real IPAs. Unfortunately I may not name them here. (I was pushing it with A. B., but considering I’m being a beer snob, I just had to. Even if you don’t drink beer, read the A. B. bottle. It’s a hoot.)
Salami Day —There are hundreds of varieties and nationalities, all a little (or a lot) different. It seems that every ethnic group has at least one variety. Some take it to near excess … bless them! And that’s no Bologna (different crittur altogether).
Beer and Salami! This is a good day!