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I made a Mediterranean heirloom salad for Easter. I turned said salad into a cold “meal” salad by adding a pound of cooked spiral pasta.

I’ve been picking at this salad almost every day for lunch. I brought it with me to work today and noticed that the salad had become bland despite the balsamic vinegar, garlic and basil that I used.

I decided to add a little salt. Today’s lunch was ruined. I was left with a tupperware bowl full of al dente snot.

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I’ve been commuting to Marble Falls from south Austin every workday since early June of last year. It’s approximately 50 miles one way. It’s a nice drive because I don’t contend with much traffic and I travel through the Texas hill country. Sometimes I dread the drive, but most often it’s a chance for me to wake up, unwind, practice my air guitar, talk on the phone, do crossword puzzles, take a nap, trim my toenails and work on my fictional memoire that focuses on the socioeconomical uprising of Uganda and the impact it has on foreign exchange in northern Europe and the cost of Yu-Gi-Oh trading cards in rural (population being 3,125 voters or less) convenience stores in the contigious United States.

I’ve seen a lot of changes along Hwy 71. I’ve felt a lot as well. I’ve been through a Summer, Fall, Winter and now Spring. I’ve driven home with the A/C cranked under the bright Texas sun in a black truck with gray vinyl seats. I’ve left work at five o’clock as the sun was going down during the winter and shivered for the first 15 minutes of my commute home as the engine became warm and gradually lended its heat to the blowing heater. I’ve seen deer dart across the highway. I’ve seen more deer carcasses (among other animals) than I’ve seen growing up in the country and in all of my days hunting. I’ve hit a deer on the way home. I’ve seen the aftermath of three head-on collisions. I’ve seen a jackknifed 18-wheeler that had constricted a Ford pickup truck in a freak accident. I’ve driven past much death. Everyday I drive by two roadside flower memorials for two motorcycle cops that died recently on the road.

My wife doesn’t like my commute. I do. It gives me the opportunity to think. And to pass wind before I get to the office. That’s hard to do during the ferocious Texas Winter month because you don’t feel much like rolling down the window.

I pass real estate billboards. “Landrush!!! Hurry and buy now before they’re all gone!” I don’t think a lot has been sold in the ten months that I’ve been driving by. I’ve been watching the construction of the new Galleria that’s being built on 71 in Bee Caves. I’ve been stalled at 71 and 620 because of Willy Nelson, Los Lonely Boys and Norah Jones concerts at The Backyard. Although a normally listless commute, there is activity.

I’ve seen business grow and fail. One by the name of Buddy’s Burgers stands out in my mind. I watched Buddy’s Burgers grow from the ground up. One day I drove by and there were bulldozers plowing down trees. Then the backhoes digging. Then the bulldozers cleared a gravel driveway. Then the foundation. Then the brick. Plumbing, electricity, gas, etc. etc.

To sound like I know what I’m talking about, I’m going to say that there are three R’s that apply to “location location location”: Real estate, Retail and Restaurants. I’m sure you could also include hairy moles and your place in line for William Hung concert tickets when it comes to location, but that’s not what I’m getting at.

Buddy decided to build Buddy’s Burgers in the middle of nowhere. The spot he chose is just a little north of the hopping town of Spicewood (population 348 and no Yu-Gi-Oh trading cards). He built a limestone shack from which to sell, what I would assume, would be Buddy Burgers. I never stopped by for a Buddy Burger because 1) the speed limit is 70 mph in front of his shop and 2) I think this was a cash and carry establishment. I don’t crave a Buddy Burger at 8 a.m. or 6 p.m., I don’t carry cash and I’m leary about buying a food from a shack the size of an apartment bathroom in the middle of nowhere that has one truck (I’m sure it was Buddy’s) in the parking lot.

Around Christmas time ol’ Buddy had a big, hand painted ‘NOW OPEN’ sign painted on a large piece of particle board that was propped against a saw horse and had lined it with white Christmas lights. I didn’t stop for a Buddy Burger. I don’t think anyone else did either.

Now that Spring has sprung, the Bluebonnets and Indian Paintbrushes have canvased the roadsides and the grass and trees are lush with greens and pinks, there are no patrons of Buddy’s Burgers. Buddy’s truck is no longer in the gravel parking lot. The ‘NOW OPEN’ sign has been long since been blown over. Now there is a shell of ill-conceived little business meant to serve greasy-spooned comfort.

I wish I would have screeched to a halt and slid into the gravel lot to try a Buddy Burger. Buddy was probably one of those guys who would have told me “Don’t worry about it, you can bring me cash tomorrow.”

Cash tomorrow = location location location. And Yu-Gi-Oh cards, of course.

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My iPod is synced with iTunes on the iBook. I drive back and forth to Marble Falls everyday. That’s a good two hours of music listenen’ every day. I try to rate every song as I hear it on the iPod.

I have a smart playlist in iTunes named “Top Shuffle” that contains songs with a rating of three stars or higher. I sync the iPod shuffle to the “Top Shuffle” playlist. That way only what I consider good songs are on the shuffle, therefore I don’t have to fast forward very often.

Rating music in iTunes is a great way to gid rid of music that’s hogging space on the iBook’s hard drive. Next I’ll create a smart playlist in iTunes that contains songs with one star. Review and delete.

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Have I mentioned my distaste for Dell lately? I will not buy from Dell only because of the people that Dell puts behind the phones. I know quite a few people that sell for Dell. They’re all great people. They also speak English.

In Dell’s favor I must admit, from my experience, they sell great computer hardware and have a rabid accounts receivable department that I would love to have in my own office. If my company is fifteen seconds late on paying a bill, Dell’s Bangalore call center is ringing my phone off the hook.

Today I was told that the company owed “One hooondud eety debben doolah and deen zints”. Yes, if you read that aloud, you heard correctly. Try it again. Repeat it a few times. I’ll wait.

Still can’t get it? Don’t feel bad, I couldn’t either. After a tense exchange, I was able to determine that I owed one hundred eighty seven dollars and some change.

Josh: “Okay, so I own one hundred eighty seven dollars and ten cents?”

Dell: “No. Deen.”

(What the hell else sounds like ‘deen’? Six? No. Nothing.)

Josh: “Ten?… one, zero?”

Dell: “No, deen… one, debben.”

Ahhhh… yes, sounds exactly like seventeen.

The rest of the call was equally painstaking. So I paid off our outstanding balance. I think. That or I ordered the tandori chicken.

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My friend, Piggy D., who I’ve known for 20 years (damn we’re getting old) is leaving with Wednesday 13 for a UK tour. I wish I could go… maybe to play the part of bad guitar tech…

Piggy recently left AMEN and joined Wednesday 13, a band that I personally like a lot more and I wish him all the best.

Wednesday 13’s new album hits the shelves on Wednesday the 13th of April. Hmmmm…

Watch Wednesday 13’s video “I Walked With A Zombie”.

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Our VCR crapped out on us tonight. I wanted to watch “American Chopper”. Elise wanted to watch the season premiere of “The Bachelor”.

Elise recorded “The Bachelor” while we watched “American Chopper”. After my show was over, we were going to watch her show. She went to rewind the video and both of our eyes widened when we heard a shriek and the sound of gears grinding. It was the VCR. We both tried ejecting the tape. No luck.

Elise said: “We need to get that TiVo thing so I can record my shows and don’t have to worry about this kind of $%!7.”

I grabbed a beer, the VCR and a screwdriver. I couldn’t fix the VCR. Next step: Salvage the tape. I took out every screw that I thought was holding the tape in the VCR. No luck. Out came the dremmel. I cut the tape out.

Now the tape is out and we’re watch a most riveting first episode of “The Bachelor”. Now I have to figure out if we’re going to get 1) a new VCR on Ebay 2) pay monthly for TiVo or 3) buy a DVR that will record one channel while we’re watching another and is not subscription-based. I’m opting for the latter, if it exists.

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Elise and I had, what I would assume, an underpaid door-to-door representative from the Texas Campaign for the Environment stop by and ring the doorbell while I was cooking dinner. Elise answered the door and I was quickly behind her (I knew it was going to be an annoying salesperson at the door).

Today’s campaign call: How waste policies, super-sized dumps and E-waste are trashing the Lone Star State. Specifically, how Apple Computers, Inc. has no free hardware recycling program leaving lead and mercury to seap into the ground and into our drinking water.

Anyway – had I answered the door, I would have politely said “No, thanks.” and shut the door. Since Elise answered the door, we had to hear the whole pitch. Part of said pitch included, and I quote: “Yeah, and, um, Jacob Kobbs (as he pointed to Steve Jobs’ name on the petition) won’t shell out just a little bit of cash for a recycling program”.

Blah blah blah… “Yeah, and, uh, Texas is number 46 in education.” Really?

Had someone who knew what they were selling stopped by, I might have donated to the cause. Instead I sent him on his way and he left us with some literature.

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Josh Janicek: How was Easter?
SwendnerPhoto: Easter was okay. I went to church, then to Cyndi’s mama nad dads, then to play golf with my bro-in-law
SwendnerPhoto: i meant mom and dad’s but Mama Nad is a cool band name

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Three blondes died and found themselves standing before St. Peter. He told them that before they could enter the kingdom, they had to tell him what Easter was.

The first blonde said, “Easter is a holiday where they have a big feast and we give thanks and eat turkey.”

St. Peter said “Noooooo,” and he banished her to hell.

The second blonde said, “Easter is when we celebrate Jesus’ birth and exchange gifts.”

St. Peter said “Noooooo,” and he banished her to hell.

The third blonde said she knew what Easter is. St. Peter said, “So, tell me.”

She said, “Easter is a Christian holiday that coincides with the Jewish festival of Passover. Jesus was having a Passover feast with his disciples when he was betrayed by Judas and the Romans arrested him. The Romans hung him on the cross and eventually he died. Then they buried him in a tomb behind a very large boulder.

St. Peter said “Verrrrrry good.”

Then the blonde continued “Now every year the Jews roll away the boulder and Jesus comes out. If he sees his shadow, we have six more weeks of basketball.”

St. Peter fainted

And, as always, I present you with Bill Hicks on Easter.

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I’m in the process of making Easter dinner. Elise and I will be alone so I figured what would be better for just the both us than a frozen 1o.5 lb. turkey that’s been around since Thanksgiving?

The turkey’s been thawing in the fridge for the past few days. I’ll take it out tomorrow morning so it will get close to room temperature by the time it’s ready to cook. Rob Olvera gave me that pointer. Supposedly your turkey won’t dry out as easily because the inside of the bird doesn’t take as long to cook.

I’ve never roasted a turkey (that I can remember) so this experience should be interesting. I’m going to rub the bird in a garlic cilantro butter and stuff it with citrus and sage.

On the side I’ve already made a Mediterranean heirloom salad – heirloom tomotoes (which I sampled and realized that I still can’t stand the taste of tomatoes in large quantities), purple onion, garlic, yellow bell pepper, fresh mozzerella, steamed asparagus, steamed artichoke, fresh basil and mint, extra virgin olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

Tomorrow I’ll make either ancho bock smashers or grilled potatoes with an ancho and chipotle bock dressing. I’ll figure that one out depending on 1) weather 2) mood 3) time willing to spend in kitchen.

I went to Central Market today. I could live there if it wasn’t for all of the people. I left the house just as it started to rain. My thinking was: I’ll go to CM and pick up a few things for the salad, a few herbs and a couple other odds & ends. I’ll spend $30. $70 later I’m walking out of the store with two large paper bags. I prefer paper bags when I shop at Central Market because 1) they’re larger 2) it’s the trendy thing to do and 3) since I am a tree hugging, bra burning, patchouli stinking hippy I like to think that my grocery shopping refuse will rapidly biodegrade along with my aluminum cans, batteries and plastic bags that I get when I shop at other grocery stores.

I walk to the truck in the pouring rain. I’m one of those guys who won’t drive around the parking lot in search of a good spot. I’ll park in the furthest spot from the store. I always find myself out of my truck and in the store before parking spot shoppers have found “the spot”. Lazy.

So I walk to the truck. I’m drenched as are my bags. I drive home, park the truck, get out, get my bags, head for the door… almost there… Crash, Boom, Splash. The bag in my right hand ripped open and the only thing that decided to make a run for it was my 48 oz. bottle of nice extra virgin olive oil. It shattered and olive oil spilled out all over the garage floor. I had to clean it up. That sucked. Big time. Damn trendy hippy bags.

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This is a great write-up on being a bicycle courier. Recently I’ve really been missing riding my bicycle. I used to ride to and from work. And yes, I took it off some sweet jumps.

I’m going to save my babysitting and lawn mowing money and buy myself a new bike.

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I know what I’m going to do with Riley.

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This week has been taxing. It all started with having to play all roles on Monday and Tuesday. Today I had to deal with researching Canadian imports, taxes, the FDA and vendors.

Vendors. Ugghhhh… Government agencies. Double ugghhhh. My company carries 159 SKUs. Two of said top-selling SKUs are on backorder. I have 400 customers who need product.

Ever try getting someone on the phone from the FDA who can actually answer a question? That’s fun, let me tell you.

I need a vacation.

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I showed Alexandra’s website to Elise this evening. She said “don’t even think about it… that’s like having the hots for your cousin… You know you’re related somewhere down the line.”

I’m thinking about moving to Arkansas.

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Here’s a recipe that turned out alright. I thought it was going to be a waste of time since it’s based on a Weight Watchers recipe.

1 tsp. olive oil
1.5 lbs. peeled shrimp
2 carrots, julienned
2 tbls. minced ginger root
4-5 cloves minced garlic
1/2 onion, 1/4″ strips
1 green pepper, julienned
1/2 medium poblano, julienned
2 c. snow peas
1/2 c. low sodium chicken broth
2 tsp. reduced sodium soy sauce
2 tsp. sesame oil
1 tsp. peanut oil
4-5 Thai chiles
salt, pepper, crushed red pepper to taste

Heat olive oil in a large skillet on high heat. Add shrimp and cook for 3-5 minutes until pink. Transfer to plate.

Add carrots to skillet and cook until tender crisp. Cook, stirring constantly for 3 minutes.

Add garlic, ginger, green pepper, onion, poblano and chiles.

Add chicken broth, soy sauce, peanut oil and sesame oil. Heat thoroughly.

Stir in shrimp and serve over brown rice.

Secret to cooking an otherwise bland Weight Watchers meal: pungent spices and heat!

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I’m not a big fan of Dell. It’s not so much Dell’s products as it is the customer service (requires login). We use Dell desktops and two servers at the office.

I’d much rather shave my head with a cheese grater and chew on foil than deal with Dell.

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This week has been challenging thus far, to say the least. I’ve had three employees out. That means Peggy and I have been holding down the fort alone. It’s been tough. I can tell you this – When reliable employees have to miss work, I appreciate what they do while at work that much more. I’m bad about complimenting people. I need to make it a point to verbalize my appreciation more often.

Holding down the fort means handling fulfillment, shipping and receiving and answering the phones. Those are just the high points. I’ve been very stressed the past two days, but it’s been a great learning experience. Being on the front line has helped me get a better grasp on how I should manage inventory (which is something that I’ve been trying to figure out for the past six months).

“Inventory and payroll can kill a business”. That’s one of the many things that I’ve retained from meetings with my boss. I’ve become fairly comfortable with payroll and staffing, but haven’t yet had the chance to really figure out how to manage inventory. Now I’m learning and ‘inventory management’ has moved up to the number one spot on my hit parade to review with my boss.

In other news: I finally watched 90% of “The Last Samurai” DVD that John loaned me a few months ago. Awesome movie. I don’t know why I haven’t finished it yet. On the way home from work yesterday I picked up “Anchorman” and “Blue Collar Comedy Tour 2″ from Blockbuster. “Anchorman” was stupid (I’ve officially given up on Will Farrell movies). “Blue Collar” was okay – not as funny as the first.

I came home from TKD tonight in a flustered and frustrated mood. I heated up dinner, snapped at Elise, installed the cabinet doors onto the dining room hutch, apologized to Elise, kissed, made up, played Halo 2 (I’m an addict now). That’s my outlet. Killing aliens.

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Adrian came down from San Antonio to spend the weekend with us on Friday evening. We had a little get together at the house. Adrian, Allen, Kirk, Lanessa, Victor, Philip, Rob and Frank came over and we spent the evening eating pizza, playing dominos, poker and darts.

Elise had to work early (and all day) on Saturday. Adrian and I got up, played a little Halo 2, replaced the battery in his car, took the top down on the Jeep and took it out for some quick shopping at Best Buy and lunch at Freebirds. We got back to the house just before a quick and brutal hail storm.

I whipped up a mole sauce for the tamales that Adrian brought so we had dinner and then met Kirk and Lanessa at Flores for margaritas. Holli and her boyfriend met us at the restaurant and Philip and Frank later showed up. After a couple margaritas, we headed over to Carlos and Charlies where we all turned into dancing queens. We all danced and danced and danced to a great cover band (couldn’t tell you their name to save my life). Kirk one the award for King of Queens. After our damage at Carlos and Charlies, we headed over to Philip’s and Rob’s apartment where we engaged in a heated game of beach ball kickball. We stayed out way too late!

I didn’t wake up until around noon to the smell of Elise cooking pancakes and potatoes. The three of us hung out and talked until Adrian left around 3 p.m.

We decided to cook mahi mahi for dinner that turned out horrible. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stomach fish for a while. Other than the bad fish, we had a great weekend.

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I can’t help but laugh at this error in communication. Yesterday I asked Jenny to order packing peanuts. We also needed to order bubble wrap but I waited on Sue to determine how many rolls I needed to buy. Sue and Jenny were going to coordinate our purchase order with our vendor. I left the office and forgot to ask if and what they ordered.

This afternoon Lacee asked if bubble wrap and packing peanuts had been ordered. I didn’t know. I wasn’t made aware if Sue and Jenny had coordinated their order. I had Lacee place the order with our vendor.

We accidentally double ordered. Our vendor is so great that if you place an order before 6 p.m., you’ll receive your order the next day.

I have close to 700 cubic feet of biodegradable starch packing peanuts and 4500 feet (that’s 700 feet short of a mile) of 48″ wide bubble wrap in the warehouse.

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We just got back from seeing the second screening of “Drop Dead Sexy” at the Paramount. As it does every March, SXSW has taken over the city. We drove by the Paramount three times while looking for a place to park. There was a huge line outside the theatre and we both thought there was no way we could get in without a badge. Elise dropped me off so I could stand in line while she looked for a spot to park. As I was walking toward the end of the line I heard “Josh!”. It was our friend Greg. He was already waiting in line and allowed for me to have a better spot in line.

Elise caught up shortly after.

“Drop Dead Sexy” is a very funny movie. It’s a dark comedy about two friends, Eddie (Crispin Glover), a “subterranean architect” and Frank (Jason Lee), a recently-fired used car lot mascot who are commission by Spider to smuggle cigarettes into Mexico by means of a pickup truck.

Needless to say, the plan doesn’t quite work out and Eddie and Frank owe a large amount of money to Spider. The duo exhume the body of Crystal, a recently buried ex-stripper who was also the wife of Harkness, a wealthy bigwig in the local trucking business. Eddie remembered seeing a “beautiful” diamond necklace on the neck of the deceased at the wake. Eddie was also the one who buried the body.

The two dig the body from her grave only to find no necklace. They decide to keep the body for ransom and get their money from Harkness to pay off Spider. Hilarity ensues and Eddie begins to have feelings for the corpse. It’s a twisted and hilarious film. Oh yeah, and then there’s the Coors Light twins who also make a couple appearances.

I can’t remember the last time I laughed outloud while watching a movie. Crispin Glover is a riot – he’s such a unique actor.

So… we stayed to watch the credits roll after the movie had ended. Half the audience left. Elise and I sat patiently in our seats and sure enough…

Elise Janicek is in the credits. It actually went something like this:

“Special thanks to Clay “Thunder” McPhail, Elise Janicek, Rob Olvera and El Arroyo”.

It’s really cool to see your wife’s name in movie credits. Now I’m going to have to focus my efforts on convincing Elise that it’s not necessary for her to wear sunglasses everywhere she goes.

15 seconds of fame so far. 14 minutes and 45 seconds to go…

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I own and operate HartzVictims.org. I’ve been doing so for almost three years. Once a week I get someone who sends me an email:

I recently put hartz flea drops on my two cats. Within minutes of doing so they were having seizures and eyes rolled back in the head and walking around like they were drunk. They couldn’t even stand up by themselves. I called the vet right away who told me to wash it off immediately. My cats are my babies and would have been distrot had something happened to them. I have been told never to use your products again and my vet said that this is not an uncommon thing. I think that if you have any respect for animals you will take these products off the shelves immediately. I am very regretful that I bought your products and will never do it again!

It’s getting so hard for me to bite my lip and respectfully respond. I understand that people are upset and looking for a punching bag… uggghhhh. It’s frustrating. It’s frustrating because 1) Hartz is an evil corporation and 2) I’m not the punching bag they’re looking for.

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I suck at Halo 2. I suck at all video games. Well, except for Contra on the original NES. Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A Start.

I wanted Halo 2 when it first came out. I thought it would be one of those fun, action packed and easy games where you just cruise around and blow stuff up and kill aliens. Yeah, it’s kind of like that, but you have to have three hands and seven thumbs to do so. I don’t understand how people can get anywhere in these games. One would need to train for hours on a daily basis. Do these people not have jobs? Do they not have classes to attend? Is a professional Halo 2 player a vocaton?

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Sunday night I made crab cakes from the left over lump crab meat from Friday night’s meal. I just remembered that while I was making Friday’s meal, I stuck my pan with vegetables into the oven while I grilled the salmon. When it was time to plate up, I grabbed the pan in the oven with my bare hand. That hurt.

While cooking my crab cakes on Sunday, I somehow managed to stick my finger into the pan that contained 400-some-odd degree vegetable oil. That hurt.

Almost one year ago to the date I grabbed a piping hot pizza stone from the oven with my bare hand. That hurt.

Last night I lobbed off a chunk of my left thumb with my old chef’s knife while cutting squash.

Elise is getting back on her Weight Watchers thing again. I’m going to avoid the kitchen for the rest of March and let her cook.

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Elise and I went for a relaxing boat ride on Lake Austin with Kirk and Lanessa this afternoon. After touring lakeside properties, we headed to Hula Hut for lunch.

Lunch was great and hanging out with Kirk and Lanessa always makes for a ton of laughs. Lanessa brought along some old pictures of me from a student council trip that we took circa 1993. Rebels sit in the back of the bus. Alice’s Hard Rock star. How to eat French fries.

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Elise’s boss called at 12:30 this morning. He’d just watched the world premiere of “Drop Dead Sexy” at the Paramount during the SXSW Film Festival.

Elise was the caterer during the filming that took place at Donn’s Depot on 5th street back in March of last year.

We were told that Elise’s name is in the movie credits. How cool is that?!? We can’t wait to see the movie!

Watch KXAN’s interview with Drop Dead Sexy star Melissa Keller here.

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I’ve decided to acquire once more a set of toys that I owned as a little boy. The toy set was based in the 80’s afternoon cartoon, M.A.S.K.

I got “Hurricane” in the mail today.

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On April 15th, you might be struggling to get your taxes done in time. Elise and I will be at the SBC Center in San Antonio with Mötley Crüe!!!

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John’s birthday was this past Thursday. For his present I cooked a nice dinner for John, Christine, Elise and myself on Friday evening.

Applewood smoked Sockeye salmon with roasted garlic and Anaheim bearnaise topped with lump crab meat and caviar. On the side sauteed turnips, zucchini and red peppers and smashed potato and poblano galettes with matchstick potatoes. [photo]

I hate to toot my own horn but that was a damn good meal.

Garlic & Anaheim bearnaise
1 bulb garlic roasted
1 anaheim pepper
1/2 C. white wine vinegar
1 shallot
4 egg yolks
clarified butter
1 C. boiling water

Boil finely chopped garlic, shallot and anaheim in vinegar until almost all of the liquid has evaporated. Remove from heat and allow to cool.

With a wire wisk, add egg yolks one at a time, stirring constantly. Temp with hot water very slowly. Whisk in clarified butter.

Smashed Potato & Poblano Galette
1 lb. potato of you choice
1/2 lb. sweet potato
1 large poblano pepper
1 shallot
1 tsp chili powder
1 tsp white pepper
1 tsp cumin
1/4 C. clarified butter

Shred potatoes and drain on paper towels. Coursely chop poblano and shallot. Add all ingredients in mixing bowl. Toss.

Heat oil to smoking point in large skillet. Add potato mixture and spread mix to form a large pancake. Cook to golden brown on both sides. Remove from skillet and warm at 400 degrees in oven for 15 minutes. Remove from oven, smash pancake with hands and add 2 tablespoons brown sugar. Salt to taste.

Here are some photos of the evening.

Around 10:30, Philip showed up after a long drive from Houston where he picked up his Z06 Corvette. Damn, that car is awesome. I’ll leave it up to your imagination how fast we drove down Wm. Cannon. That car is unreal! And Riley approved.

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“I can’t believable”
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