I never said Flashback Friday would take place every Friday.

Scallops: The Low Achiever of Shellfish

 

So it’s Sunday. Freakin’ busy day, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. Lisa’s in charge of coordinating yet another round of some sort of government mandated testing so she’s been spending all day organizing paperwork. All very hush, hush too. Four boxes were delivered last week by some FedEx guy in dark glasses; made me sign for them and then took a DNA sample. She can’t leave them at school lest some young ruffian gets his grubby hands on a copy, which would of course set off, “Elementary-gate.” She’s also in charge of providing snacks and “awards” for the little simpletons. Can you say “not in my job description?” Well maybe it is. She did agree to do it. Regardless, all I can say is we’d better get a reimbursement check as I dropped $55 today on Capri Sun and Quaker Chewy Granola bars, and that’s not even factoring in the cost of the “prizes”.

Kids today are like a bunch of freakin' lab rats with as much testing as takes place. Just let the teachers teach for Christ’s sake and maybe kids will actually learn something. The government requires so much testing that kids hardly have any time to learn what the hell they’re being tested on. It’s testing my patience.

So in my continuing attempt to allow her free time, I whipped up a little linguine with sautéed scallops for dinner. It was pretty damn good, thank you; butter & oil, sauteed with crushed red pepper, lemon juice, various spices; some sautéed red bell pepper, big, fat, thick, meaty scallops, topped with parsley and a zesting of lemon. That’s right, this beeatch can cook when he has to. And I’m a good lay. Well, I can cook anyway. Piss off. I have to go clean the kitchen.

Originally published on March 25, 2007 in My Life  (and I have no idea what I meant with that title)

Comments

[Pambasilea]

I like the flashback, Joe. And I LOVE the word 'ruffian.' As well as scallops.