Father’s Day Weekend BBQ: 168 Supermarket And How to Cook Shoe Leather, And A Great Weekend Sports Spectacle
Quick-hitters:
- I just realized that my blog could be abbreviated as USB!
(Yes, that probably amused only me.)
I should hire someone to spoof a USB icon for my blog 
- You know you order too much stuff on Amazon.com when, browsing your recently placed orders, you have to think about why you ordered a particular item…or five.
That being said, I think this Delta Seven-Spray Hand Shower is a huge necessity, don’t you agree?
- So you might recall that, not long ago, I bought a bunch of “marginally healthy” snacks from Amazon.com.
Save the dark chocolate pretzels, we haven’t come close to polishing off everything. The yogurt snacks are just way too freaking sweet. Well, I think I’ve finally found a way to use up my yogurt raisins: healthy cereal topping!
Yogurt raisins + Total = pretty darn good. I wonder what adding crushed yogurt pretzels might do to a bowl of otherwise bland cereal…
- We had to celebrate Father’s Day on Saturday, because my dad had to attend a wedding the next day.
(Who the hell schedules a wedding on Father’s Day???)
He wanted steak, and I wanted to BBQ, so naturally we came to a good compromise: grilled steak! My sister then decided that it would be a good idea to go shopping at 168 Supermarket.
Two highlights of the trip to 168 Supermarket:
1) While going through the still-narrow-as-hell produce aisles, some stupid woman decided to situate herself right in the middle of the aisle down which I was traveling. I pushed my cart right in front of her—she was facing the West of the store, while my cart pointed North—and waited for her to move ever so slightly.
She did move, if by “move” I mean she bent forward a nano-millimeter. I decided that there was enough room between her back and the display of whatever produce was there, so I eased my way through the gap.
(Could I have said “excuse me?” Sure, but I didn’t want the death stare :P)
A couple minutes later, I noticed her loudly talking to another customer (no longer where she initially blocked my path), and for some reason, they were pointing and staring in my direction! Seconds later, they both walked over to the produce display that the woman was looking through earlier.
Of course, for all I know, they might have actually been cursing me off.
2) Five minutes later (yes, that quickly), we had already finished our shopping, so we headed down one aisle towards the checkout. That’s when some woman blitzed right past us on our right, but not before leaning her shoulder to nudge my sister out of the way.
If not for the bright pink sweater she was wearing…or the fact that she was 5′1″, or the fact that she was not exactly in tip-top shape, I would have thought that LaDainian Tomlinson ran right past us.
- Steaks were tasty, as well as the grilled veggies—three different bell peppers, tomatoes, and Italian squash—and the potato salad was quite good too. Well, two of the steaks were quite good. The rest of the steaks were dry as hell, which is what happens when you attempt to cook steaks to well done on a BBQ grill.
After 25 minutes, I pulled the other steaks off the grill, and they were still slightly—and I mean slightly pink. Apparently, they were still too pink for the rest of my family to eat, and my dad and oldest sister MICROWAVED their pieces.
(Note to self: it takes at least 20-25 minutes to get a well done 1″ New York strip, or twice as long as a medium rare steak would take.)
Seriously, how could anyone eat a well done steak? You’d have to pour on copious amounts of A-1 sauce just to be allowed to call your steak “dry.” A well done steak on a BBQ? That’s Death Valley in terms of dryness. Beef jerky has more juice in it than a well done steak.
- Raise your hand if you saw the epic sporting event of this past weekend?
No, I’m not talking about the Lakers’ near-second monumental collapse, of which I only saw a small fraction. I’m talking about the US Open of golf!
(Yes, I watch golf too! And for the scope of this discussion, let’s not debate over whether or not golf is a sport.)
Who didn’t think that Tiger was going to nail that final putt on 18? Sure, the ball might have rolled around the cup slightly before dropping in, but the ball certainly knew better! And what a setup we have for tomorrow’s 18-hole tiebreaker: Tiger and his balky, surgically repaired knee, versus Rocco Mediate.
(Who? The 158th player in the world, with five CAREER wins—Tiger has 13 MAJOR wins, by comparison—and by the way, a great guy, based on the post-round interviews he gave.)
Tiger has to be the overwhelming favorite, despite the wounded knee, but don’t tell me that Mediate doesn’t deserve to get into the playoffs. He played a hell of a round, and had at least two shots at putting some distance between himself and Woods. Do you think Mediate is kicking himself over that missed short putt on (I believe it was) 13?
I think Tiger will win, but I doubt he’ll crush Rocco.
Until next time!