Of course I was referring to the snausages commercial. That commercial ran for a long time and the cartoon dog said “snausages” so many times during every commercial that it is burned into my brain. I can’t hear “sausages” without thinking “snausages”.
The other one that gets me is the dog that runs around saying “BACON!”. I can’t say bacon without saying “Bacon! Bacon! BACON!”, it gets me some funny looks in restaurants.
My high school German teacher, who was Bavarian, taught us the phrase, “Es ist mir wurst”: It’s sausage to me. Like “It’s all Greek to me,” but with sausage. And it means “I don’t care.” Leave it to the Bavarians to use sausage to indicate indifference.
What do you want for dinner?
Eh, it’s all sausage to me.
So, I play gin against an animated bear named Harley, but I realized last night when I was playing that in my head, I refer to him as swampy. He beat me rather succinctly last night, so I’m sorry if your ears were buring, swampydarlin’, I don’t know where I ever learned such language.
Can I do the Italian chicken with chicken pieces instead of a whole chicken? Cuz’ I don’t like some chicken parts as much as others and whole dead chickens kinda freak me out anyway. Turkeys don’t, but a raw whole chicken just has something about it that gives me goosebumps. I wonder what a raw goose would do to me?
Speaking of chickens, somebody help me out here. My town is surrounded by farmland and pasture and nature stuff like that, which I call the country. I’m driving out to the country to pick up my darling KaliAllieCat and I pass an area filled with small blue barrels, with holes in the sides and a chicken attached to it by some sort of leash or chain (okay, probably not a chain, if you’ve got a chicken that needs to be chained up, you’ve got an entirely different problem). Anyway, on my way back I slowed down (you can do this on a country road by pretending that you are driving a tractor or some other unidentifiable large farm equipment), and sure enough, this was a field of tethered chickens, each with it’s own little blue barrel roost. They could roam around in about a six foot circle and were spaced far enough apart to not infringe on each others territory.
So what was I seeing? Some hybrid between the horrible little crate-chicken life and free-range chicken life? How do you put a leash on a chicken? Were they circus chickens in the making? Could they have been layers? If I was one of them, I’d lay my eggs outside the blue barrel, just to be difficult, but I’m just that way. Do chickens have territory? Is this the newest trend in humane animal management? Or was it just a way to keep all those chickens from crossing the road?
it was stanger than the giant marshmellows left in the hayfield, I’ll tell you that.
I do that too.
BACON! BACON! BACON! IT’S…
BAAAAAA-COOONNN!!!
ACBG says going out to breakfast with me as fine as long as no one mentions bacon. 
Well, these might have been something different, but I thought they were Snausages. At the very least they were definitely hard when we bought them and gave them to the “cooks” for the next day’s “meals”. And knowing the list the things we had to supply, my best guess is that they were marinated in limberger cheese and fish oil. But that’s just a guess.
As for why? Well, it was the happiest day of my life, that’s why. And that’s all I’m gonna say on the subject. (No, I’m not embarassed about it, but it’s not for public consumption.)
It started snowing. And I don’t mean those pansy little flakes like we had last week. It’s coming down amazingly heavy, in a way I haven’t seen since I lived above the Mason-Dixon line. In just one short hour, we’ve already got Lou’s little BMW sportster covered in the white stuff.
I had an extra ‘r’, so I spotted you one, Kalley.
The giant marshmallows in the hayfield just reminded me of some legislative idiocy I heard of. Seems that one of Indiana’s law makers wants to outlaw those big round hay bales that are so common anymore. Why? Because the cow don’t get a square meal.
Well, the only chickens I know of that have to be “quarantined” are fighting chickens. I know this because an old friend of mine married a guy who raised fighting chickens. I used to call her up and disguise my voice and say I was Inspector Soenso and wanted to come inspect her chickens for abuse…but I digress. Her husband’s chickens each had it’s own “coop” and was tethered as well. As to whether or not the ones you saw were of the “pugilistic” variety is hard to tell, but I’d say it was a safe bet that they were all roosters.
I don’t have a clue about the giant marshmellows.
Is cockfighting allowed (or done illegally) around your area, Kalley? The only time I’ve ever seen roosters tied up like that it was a guy raising the poor things for cockfighting. I’ve raised a bazillion regular chickens and I can’t imagine why you’d need to tie them up. Huh. Could they be fertilizing parts of the field? We used to move ours around the property to eat weeds, bugs, and fertilize. We used a cage though.
That tiny chuckwagon dog food commercial always creeped me the hell out. Snausages is one of the best words in advertising english. Snausages snausages snausages. But I ain’t gonna eat them. Instead, I will continue to deprive myself of snacks until I lose six more pounds. At least. No sausage of any kind for me, which is okay because I come from a more bacon friendly family really. Though dad did enjoy the occasional sunday brunch of sausage and gravy over biscuits.
Island of the Sequined Love Nun is a better title than book I think. But with such a great title, it would take quite a story to measure up. My book has so far been worm in boat free, Shibby. You’re correct that it starts a bit slowly, but that’s because it has such huuuuge ideas. When the ideas get a bit smaller and individual people’s foibles and such start to play a part, it’s good stuff. Stick through the first four or five chapters and then it gets good. Bill Bryson is an amusing fellow, though some think he’s a bit of an ass and I have yet to forgive him not, oops, that could be a spoiler. Never mind.
Guess who didn’t preview?
Having spent some time on farms in my youth, I am pretty certain that what you describe would be a labor intensive and wasteful way to raise laying chickens. The only time I’ve seen chickens kept in separate enclosures was when they were fighting cocks. I suppoae it’s legal in Oryguin to raise fighting cocks, but I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to fight them, or cause them to fight each other, that is.
I think that watching chickens fight is about as exciting as watching grass grow, but after cutting their heads off, and then having to catch them, and pluck them, and cook them. Well, I’m pretty inured to the sight of chicken blood and all anyway.
More than you wanted to know, huh?
I think I must be slipping. I went an entire post without a joke or a pun, or a mention of soap. What is this world coming to.
On preview I see that 2 other people have addressed your concerns Kallessa, but I have an excuse, I have a bandaid on my finger which makes me type all wonky, so I’m slllloooooowwwwwww.
I’m posting this anyway.
BACON!!!
What a weird weather day! It stated out rainy and in the low 50. By 9:30 or so, it was snowing and blowing like crazy. By 1, the snow had passed thru, but it was still windy. It’s now 3:18 and blowing like mad, but the sun is out, and everything is drying, although there’s still snow on the grass and it’s in the 30s.
It sounds cold out there - the wind cuts right through a body! So, what should I make for dinner? I’ll probably do sketties, since it’s fast and easy, like a certain bear I know.
Practical Demonkeeping was my first Christopher Moore, recommended by my newly minted StepDad, the man just oozes Doper, but I don’t think he’s ever checked the boards out. He has a virtual library including all of the Moore books, so when I return this one, I’ll have to check out a new one. CM is a very dark and sick individual, which suits my tastes just peachy.
Swampy- the Eyetalian chicken sounds tasty in the crock will have to get Mrs. Striker to rig some of that up, she loves the slow cooked, no fuss type of meals. We usually just soak some boneless/ skinless breasts in the dressing for about 6 hours or so, then grill them, makes for good eats.
Pigs in a blanket has always been breakfast sausage links rolled in buttered pancakes with either maple or blackberry syrup, I get a little leery of those who refer to them as anything else.
Tupug- sour cream on potato pancakes?! Round here it’s homemade applesauce or nothing. Must be all the German culture. Can any other Cincy variety Doper back me up on this?
Still very windy here, too. But at least it’s 71 degrees. No snow signs STILL working.
Oooooooooo, I want sketties, too, but I already told Mr. Anachi I’d make burgers. Wonder iffen I can change his mind.
I’m eating bacon right now. Well, cut up bacon that I put on my salad. The salad bar was really…lacking today. No bell peppers, no craisins, no peas, sheeze! They of course had the nasty stuff, beets, black olives and garbanzo beans. There was brocoli (sp?), kidney beans and cauliflower, but I didn’t want those today.
The curriculum fair at my daughter’s high school was a smashing success and very informative. My daughter is fairly CHOMPING at the bit to take the marine resources class. The waves of excitement emanating from her were so apparent. She also excited about some other class offerings, but I haven’t seen her like in awhile. She wants to be a marine biologist, so this class is just perfect for her.
I thought that I could have a “normal” night tonight and just do the minimum, but tonight the daughter has a concert she is performing in. There is something else going on this week too after work, but I can’t even remember what it is now. I have to look at my planner. I still have to go shopping, dammit! When am I gonna be able to sneak that in? I was thinking of asking for Friday off, but, there’s just too much going on here at work. Ah well…
The weather here is just BEE-YOO-TI-FUL! I really need to wash my rig. However, I know if I wash the car, it’ll rain. So, I’m doing everyone here a service by driving a dirty vehicle.
Well, work calls again…
Twas a long, long time ago that I started to read that book. We may even still own it (if we ever did), but we’re still somewhat living out of boxes, so I’m not sure.
What? Is that any worse than mayo on nanner peanutbutter sammiches??? 
Actually, I grew up eating applesauce on potatoe pancakes too. My mother is German, straight from the old country. She’s actually from a very old (1,000 yrs old) town in Bavaria. Maybe the sour cream vs. applesauce thing has to do with the region of Germany people come from.
We don’t live around Cincy, and never have.
Looks like I may change my plans and make potato pancakes because I love them and haven’t had any in eons!!! Served with sour cream, of course. And a side of fries.
Or not.
I wonder if Swampy’s 10 pounds of potatoes will be enough then FCM? I still can’t get over the sour cream thing, those would have to be some very savory cakes to get away with that. And of course, the appropriate side item would be BACON!! Then again bacon makes everything better.
Taters… thanks for backing me up on the applesauce thing, I was beginning to feel isolated in my upbringing. I suggest to all that you visit our little corner of the world for Oktoberfest, where all manners of German delicacy can be engorged upon. Sausage, beer, potato pancakes, beer, deep fried dough with powdered sugar, beer.
BTW Taters, has your daughter started looking at colleges yet? My little 8 year old is fixated upon becoming a Marine Biologist, and is looking at colleges to study at. Yes, she’s 8, and has her entire life planned out around becoming a marine biologist, all by her own doing. She scares me sometimes.
We are flurrying right now, cold windy grey day with flurries. I hate flurries. If it is cold enough to snow, I want six to eight inches of snow so you can actually have some fun with the stuff, otherwise it should be warm. Flurries are just a tease.
Go to Izzy’s downtown and I guarantee you’ll see people putting mustard on their potato pancakes. I’m also fairly sure you can order them with sour cream or applesauce, but I don’t recall them coming with anything. I think that’s between Sixth and Seventh on Sycamore, but I might be off by a block or two.