I’m tired and this game is giving me heartburn.
Not a fan of oysters cooked or uncooked, so I’m pretty sure I’d not care for the shit filled ones.
Chuck wouldn’t deign to eat gasoline-cooked oysters. It’s JP-5 or nothing for him.
Maybe the Rangers are better than they appear on paper but we are fucking up a lot and fucking around a lot too.
You are keeping me entertained. Please continue.
In Mongolia I had marmot cooked by filling the stomach with hot stones and charring the outside with a blowtorch and let me tell you that was not something I enjoyed.
My momma used to make that, but she rolled the marmot in cornmeal first and then pan fried it.
I’ve been watching the game on MLBTV and listening to the radio broadcast. Bagwell has been doing PBP while Sparks is out. He may be even better on radio than TV. I’ve also decided I prefer Sparks and
Ford to Blum and Kalas.
This is getting perilously close to the banquet scene in Indiana Jones and the Screaming Floozie.
Dusty’s pulling Javier for McCormick
I wouldn’t eat marmot cooked in an oven, I wouldn’t eat smoke marmot, I would not eat it boiled or poached.
Bagwell’s been great on the radio these past couple of games.
Also, oyster lover or not, every Houston-area-person should try the Oysters Gilhooley at the namesake place in San Leon.
Now look up the origins of steak tartare.
That is interesting. Looked up the old Tavares last night. Didn’t think it him, but just remember him playing here, not when. I found out that night not close. Find out today, somewhat not far off for a hunch.
I think they also serve that in Lake Charles.
Country style marmot.
I would not eat it in a bar, I would not eat it in a car, I would not eat it in the rain, I would not eat it in a train.
That’s nutria, not marmot.
Well, this game is not