Think back to the first time you and your friends tried mixing all the sodas in the pop fountain. You watched each different fizz cascade into the 64 oz. Big Gulp, mesmerized as the cola-colored puddle metamorphosed into a rust-colored, guaranteed gut-buster of a beverage. You thought to yourself, "Is this a good idea?"

And if you're anything like me, you said, "What the hell," and took a sip and even as you felt your Cheetoes and chocolate milk crawling back up your throat (with just a hint of Dr. Pepper), you swore to all your friends--you swore to God--that it was the "best thing ever made, try it, you gotta try it, just try it." And in the end, after fighting back your lunch, you decided it wasn't really that bad. And you took another sip.

That's what life is like in mredison's neighborhood. Welcome.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Killing them with Gross BBQ Sauce

I had a job interview yesterday and part of it included a 10 minute presentation on the topic of my choice. I chose "How to Make a Pulled Pork Sandwich." My audience seemed to like my presentation well enough--I served samples. Then I packed up everything and planned to eat the leftovers later for dinner. I didn't even think about whether it would taste good. . .

Well, when it came time for us to eat the pulled pork--the same stuff I served my potential future employer--the lady friend and I both gagged. I had made some last minute substitutions to the recipe and they made it inedible. I can only hope that the buns masked the taste for my audience. . .yikes.
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