Canadian Bacon
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Canada is misunderstood. When I talk about traveling to the northernmost state in the USA people assume that I am traveling to some spectacular Mecca of Cannabis, the Amsterdam of the West. It's commonly assumed in the US that pot is legal in Canada, or at least decriminalized to the point of being legal-like. While the penalties for posession and consumption are usually minimal, it's still quite illegal in Canada to possess Marijuana unless you have a medical marijuana card.
The medical marijuana laws permit persons to obtain cannabis in one of three ways: Grow it, Have someone you know grow it, or buy it from a provincially approved facility. If the government were approving these applications for providers it probably would be a lot like a functional system. Because there is a very limited supply line and quality has been an issue, many patients are being required to find their medicine at the street corner pharmacy, essentially, forcing people with legitimate legal right to purchase and consume a product to break the law. I know, it's government, right?
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Blue Dreaming about Baked Chicken
Thursday, 25 February 2010 00:11 | Written by Michael Hawke |
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International House of Horrors
Friday, 26 February 2010 00:50 | Written by Michael Hawke |
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I was surrounded by flags from a variety of nations. It appeared that I was in a mecca of multiculturalism, surrounded by open minded and conscientious individuals who hailed from many walks of life as we prepared to consume the evening meal. The International House of Pancakes, that melting pot of world harmony, was the place to be on a Thursday night. At least that's how it seemed as the booths filled with childless couples and groups of elderly people hemming and hawing like buzzards over their senior chicken platters. Even if it tastes like $#%!, you just don't care. - ed. I was inconspicuously seated in what passes for a dark corner where I could work the magic of my methods unobserved. Armed with the knowledge that service was exceptionally slow, I anticipated that perhaps I would emigrate from this veritable cornucopia before ordering. In all honesty, I was feeling both indecisive about the menu and my choice to come here, but when I saw the Loaded Country Potatoes I knew that I had met with something that my readers would demand be sampled and examined. Three varieties of these fantastic treats exist to tempt the taste buds. You should go to IHOP.com to check them out, but I selected some potatoes with sausage and gravy. It looked delectable, and came with some pancakes and a side of bacon. I ordered my bacon crispy, you know, because I'm the kind of guy who special orders at crappy family chain restaurants.
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Get the Door, Domino's sucks a little less
Thursday, 25 March 2010 03:21 | Written by Michael Hawke |
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So EB and I were waxing philosophical about the ramifications of Domino's pizza carrying green chili's on their list of available toppings in our market. While I'm usually a pizza snob (by usually I mean on pay day) I couldn't pass up the chance to try the new and improved Domino's pizza, especially not when the special was going to give me 2 medium 2 topping pizzas for a whopping 12 bucks. My friend EB covered the tip and we dined on pizza with fruit punch. Our air was punctuated by a mist of something someone claimed was Maui Wowie or some other spelling derivative. It was heady and fun, mellow, a bit stoney but not in a paranoid stupid way, just kinda dopey. The pizza's were bacon and green chili's over barbecue sauce, and pepperoni and 1/2 mushroom, 1/2 green chilies. Last Updated (Thursday, 25 March 2010 03:37)
Roux and Gravy
Saturday, 06 March 2010 20:45 | Written by EB Hawkins |
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Saturday morning, 5 a.m.: My father is arriving at First Baptist Church of Hometown. It’s another Men’s Breakfast. The men of the church get together every once in a while to hang out and talk about the Bible and stuff. Their favorite pastime is eating in fellowship. The men gather at the church and feast on hearty and delicious breakfast food. The centerpiece of this meal is my father’s sausage gravy. He arrives at the church at about 5 a.m. to get started. He brings his supplies by the pounds and gallons: sausage, butter, flour, milk, salt and pepper. He uses industrial-sized skillets and pots, and when everything is said and done, approximately 10 gallons of gravy has been consumed. Think about that: 10 jugs of apple juice. A medium-sized fish tank. $30 at a gas station. The gravy is so good; the men pour it over everything. But beware - this gravy is full of cholesterol, sodium, starches, and greasy meat, so I consider this to be a special occasion kind of treat. Thankfully, when you need a gravy fix, it doesn’t have to happen during breakfast. Gravy is a wonderful addition to many meals, from brown gravy on a hot roast beef sandwich to chicken gravy all over your potatoes. Last Updated (Thursday, 25 March 2010 01:52)
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I once challenged myself to find out what I wanted to be when I grew up. I spent over 30 years searching high and low throughout vast expanses of the American landscape, and nothing seemed to fit. I had spent time as a Network Administrator, a Truck Driver, an offshore X-ray technician, a video poker route manager and I even worked in a couple of strip clubs, as if I needed to try that more than once. (I didn't. The second tour of duty lasted about 12 hours).
