And because we have been too busy getting ready for our trip to Kathmandu, Nepal on Saturday. Our eating habits in India consists almost entirely of rice, vegetables, beans, and about a zillion different spices. In stark contrast, here are a couple of mug shots I came across of the main course of a dinner we cooked on our barbecue last summer. You can't really see it, but there is actually an open can of Budweiser beer stuffed in to the chicken. I'm not kidding. In fact, the name of the dish is beer can chicken. I include a link to the recipe because if I were you (unless you are one of my friends from San Francisco), I might not believe it myself. We actually made it a couple of times and it was pretty good. The only problem is that it kind of looks like a guy sitting on the floor. One time I was cooking one and I actually gave it a name. That made it kind of strange when we actually ate him (sorry, "it").http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Beer-Can-Chicken-102216
2 comments:
I think I'm going to Katmandu,
that's really, really where I'm going to.
If I ever get out of here,
that's what I'm gonna do.
K-K-K-K-K-Katmandu,
I think that's where I'm going to.
If I ever get out of here,
I'm going to Katmandu.
I got no kick against the west coast;
Warner Brothers are such good hosts.
I raise my whiskey glass and give them a toast,
I'm sure they know it's true.
I got no rap against the southern states.
Every time I've been there it's been great.
But now I'm leaving and I can't be late
and to myself be true.
That's why I'm going to Katmandu,
up to the mountains where I'm going to.
And if I ever get out of here,
that's what I'm gonna do.
K-K-K-K-K-Katmandu,
that's really, really where I'm going to,
oh, if I ever get out of here I'm going to Katmandu.
I got no quarrel with the midwest,
the folks out there have given me their best.
I lived there all my life, I've been their guest,
I sure have loved it, too.
I'm tired of looking at the TV news.
I'm tired of driving hard and paying dues.
I figure, baby, I've got nothing to lose,
I'm tired of being blue.
That's why I'm going to Katmandu,
up to the mountains where I'm going to.
If I ever get out of here,
that's what I'm gonna do.
K-K-K-K-K-Katmandu,
take me, baby, 'cause I'm going with you.
If I ever get out of here
I'm going to Katmandu.
I ain't got nothing 'gainst the east coast.
You want some people where they got the most.
And new york city's like a friendly ghost,
you seem to pass right through.
I know I'm gonna miss the USA.
I guess I'll miss it every single day.
But no one loves me here anyway.
I know my playing is through.
That's why I'm going to Katmandu,
up to the mountains where I'm going to.
If I ever get out of here,
that's what I'm gonna do.
K-K-K-K-K-Katmandu,
really, really going to,
if I ever get out of here,
if I ever get out of here,
if I ever get out of here,
I'm going to Katmandu.
--Bob Seger, Katmandu
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