December 29, 2007


Me & Jack

Okay, I've been cleaning up Christmas junk all day (part of that out with the old thing I have going), and I finally got around to digging in my own stocking.

I found a bag of chocolates, which someone brilliantly decided to inject with Jack Daniel's. And I don't mean 'brilliant' like Madonna would say it with a fake English accent, I mean 'brilliant' like everything should be injected with Jack Daniel's.

Because there's still a bag of turkey in the fridge, I'm on a cooking boycott. Everyone has to eat leftovers until everything is gone; Jackson got a toaster/egg thing from Santa (cough), that makes these perfect egg mcmuffin things. It too is brilliant, and he is eating egg mcmuffins for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Marc eats anything that isn't stapled down or turning green, so I'm sitting here eating little chocolates stuffed with Jack Daniel's. I'm washing them down with wine, and little sections of clementine oranges.

Betcha never thought of that taste combo.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

You are not alone...many have spent an unsobbering time with the new found friend, Mr. Jack Daniels...He listens, never argues, never talks back unless of course you have had too much of him of his unspoken word and the old devil has a way of making the head a tad painful if good ole Jack is not treated properly... rough and tough ole fella, "on the rocks" he says BUT chocolate??? Lorraine, you maybe onto something...let me know if he disagrees...

December 30, 2007 10:09 AM  
Anonymous OmemeeOzzie said...

Sounds like a perfect diet for... a MIGRAINE!

January 03, 2008 1:41 PM  

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