Adventures with Dr. Lady Cutie Troublemaker

OMG. It’s like he’s reading my mind.

A teaser to get you interested:

We are surrounded. We are immersed. American consumer culture is teeming with so many neon-colored, overprocessed, semicomestible, demon-spawn products we can no longer even recognize how bad it is, how it is all meant to drive us slowly insane, so slowly we forget to keep asking why we feel so sick all the time, and we just shut the hell up and buy more giant tubs of Country Crock to go with our liquefied reconstituted pork tubes because we think this is the only way.

It only took four freakin’ months, and endless hassles, but it’s here! It’s really here!

Thanks soooo much to everyone who has put up with me while I did this silly thing. I’m especially grateful to the people who did the little offers to help me get the thing. I’m way happy. 😀

I found this fascinating. It’s rare that Americans get to see themselves from the outside. We live in such an American-centric world, not only here, but even when we travel. Our bubble seems to follow us wherever we go. Our borders are so far away from us. We almost never have to remember that there are other countries out there, and depending on where we live, we can almost forget other regions of the country. England is the size of Alabama. For me to drive from Memphis to Atlanta takes 7 hours. SEVEN HOURS, and I’m still basically in the same region of the country. No wonder we are so out of touch with the rest of the world, so out of touch that sometimes we forget it’s there!

I know most of you reading my blog are fearful of not savvy to RSS feeds, but MAN, you should be. I’m just saying. Bloglines is the coolest thing EVER. Seriously.

OK, now that’s out of the way. Drumroll please…

GMail has added RSS feeds as a new feature. Just add https://USERNAME:PASSWORD@gmail.google.com/gmail/feed/atom to your RSS feed list. If you’re using Bloglines, click Add , then input that into the field. Usually, to read everything that’s current, I have to check three locations: Bloglines, GMail, and Tribe. Now that’s down to two. I don’t know how most of you actually remember to check blogs to see if they are current. What a pain! Really, learn about Bloglines. It will majorly simplify and speed up your surfing.

BTW, if you still don’t have GMail and you want it, let me know. I have TONS of invites. Many to spare.

I posted this picture of the Central BBQ Shop sign in Flickr. I don’t eat here, but please read the comments below the picture. As you see, I was invited to the Happy Ham group, which is described here:

Everybody has seen them: Those oddly disturbing signs on restaurants or butcher shops or elsewhere, showing whistling octopi or dancing pigs or other animals who are just so thrilled that they are about to get eaten. This is the place to collect them.

So of course, I had to post this picture, which reminded me of another picture I had, a BEAUTIFUL picture of my takeout barbecue spaghetti! And did you catch that the entire recipe is posted there?! Yes, I was once an orderer of the pulled pork barbecue sandwich, but since I tried the barbecue spaghetti, it’s been really hard for me NOT to order the thing! YUM! Did you catch that the recipe is right there in the comments?! If you missed it, here it is again (taken from the Bar-B-Q Shop’s Dancing Pigs sauce’s web site:

Bar-B-Q Spaghetti

This recipe was featured on www.foodnetwork.com for the Bobby Flay Show on Bar-B-Q Specialties, which aired Summer 2004.

Cook Pasta for 15 minutes & drain. Rinse in cold water & drain.
Meanwhile in a Large Skillet, add:

1 cup of chopped onions
¾ cup of chopped green peppers
1 pint of Dancing Pigs Original Bar-B-Q Sauce
1 cup of sugar
2 tablespoons of Liquid Smoke
½ cup of cooking oil
A dash of salt

Stir Occasionally. Cook for 30 minutes slowly. Pour Bar-B-Q Base Sauce over Pasta & stir.
Dice up Pork Shoulder with each serving to put on top.
Serve Hot.

Serves 6 to 8.

Hey, if you’re some random person who comes across this recipe online, I really recommend you actually purchase their sauce. It’s to die for! And yes, the best barbecue really does come from Memphis, so you should listen to what I’m saying!

Oh, and did I mention that the next Blogger Bash is at the end of this month, and it’s going to be at the Bar-B-Q Shop? I’m so there. As you know, I’m a bit of a fan of the place!