Ears still ringing this morning. One of Mr.Q's bands had their album release last night - and by album, I mean record - red vinyl, even! I don't often go to this band's shows, as there aren't a lot of folksy fiddle tunes involved, nor is there often going to bed before dawn. Being a folk-music lover who needs her beauty sleep, well...not a lot of twain-meeting with The Belushis.
But, an album release is kind of a big deal, so I chugged a large mug of strong coffee at about 8:30 last night, and headed down to the pub. The scruffy rockers had cleaned themselves up for the occasion, and quite nicely I might add! Mr.Q and one of the guitarists spent the better part of the afternoon going in and out of menswear shops, and he came home with a (shiny!) black shirt that looked...well, let's just say he looked mighty fine last night!
It was a late evening. And...LOUD. VERY VERY LOUD. Also, a lot of fun.
Start with a stack of buttermilk pancakes. Heat up some leftover pulled pork (and no, that's not a euphemism!). Simmer some maple syrup with a slug (or two) of bourbon until it's thick. Layer the pancakes & pork on a plate, and drown in the maple-bourbon syrup. Serve hot, with napkins handy, and watch his eyes roll back into his head while making a face that is best not seen in public, ifyouknowwhatImeanandIthinkyoudo.