View From the Bushes

On Monday we'll be releasing another adventure. The next installment in Wil's incredible Adventure Path. I haven't read it yet, but I assume that it's good. Hah! See that, right there I made a little joke. The joke is that it would be nearly impossible (especially if you knew what went into "wiring" an adventure) to publish an adventure on Monday that I hadn't read on Saturday, and ludicrous to boot (thus the humor). Okay at this point no one found this funny except my mother, who I understand doesn't even read VFB.

When I lived in the Netherlands I had to cook from myself, it was horrible. My hair thinned from vitamin deficiency. I grew fat from Belgian friets, cheap sates and heavy gravys, and I finally had to start shaving (I was 20) as the hormone laden Dutch meat turned my whispy blond facial hair into whispy off-blond facial hair. (Have you ever seen that episode of "Cheers" where Cliff tries to grow a beard?) Eventually I stumbled upon a meal while somewhat laborious to prepare, probably kept me alive in that war-torn country. Like all truly great meals it started with bacon.

You began by taking some finely chopped bacon and setting it in a frying pan so that it could start to simmer. At about the same time you put some potatoes which had been chopped into cubes on the stove to boil. Finely chopped onions and then mushrooms are added to the bacon. This is left to sate/simmer and then when the potatoes are done drain and dump in with everything else. Then add cheese and serve, and this is important, without any attempt drain the bacon grease at any point. In the Netherlands I used European potatoes (they're yellow not white) and Gouda cheese. This week I purchased both, I'm all ready baby you know what I'm having for breakfast tommorrow.

Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero,
Ross