In more recent reminiscences, I'd be remiss if I didn't mention a few things about the big Halloween party we're been preparing for these many weeks. After loads of preparation and planning, the Haunting of Admiral Drive took place on Saturday.
The house was decorated inside and out with all manner of spookery. Cobwebs, fake body parts, white sheets a la haunted house on all the furniture, the whole deal. The oft-mentioned coffin was filled with beer, ice, a skeleton, and was lit from within, black streamers covered the entire ceiling, and homemade wallpaper complete with "REDRUM" scrawled in red paint covered the walls. In a word, spooktacular.
My contribution to the ambiance was a table centerpiece, which was originally meant to be a roasted pig's head. Alas, it was not to be. Upon visiting the Buford Highway Farmer's Market (the world epicenter of creepy meats), I consulted with one of the butchers who confirmed that they were "out of pig heads". Instead, I purchased the following assortment: 1 pink and black beef tongue, 2 pounds of chicken feet, and 3 bull testicles. I thought it was very funny that the testicles were all packaged in odd numbers, but maybe that's just me.
Upon arriving home with my bounty, the dogs went nuts over the smell of what was in the bag. After making my way through the gauntlet of hounds, I took my goodies upstairs and covered the chicken feet with hoisin sauce while deciding that the best way to cook all these items was in a 375 degree oven for an hour and 20 minutes. Mind you, NONE of this was meant to be eaten. It was only for show, and it looked perfectly grosstastic when it was done and artfully displayed on a glass cake pedestal atop wilted bok choy. I fully expected the whole display would be intact at the end of the party.
As I always do, though, I left before the party ended. The next day, I returned to the scene to help clean up a bit, and found out that the tongue was gone. Today, the host emailed me to confirm that someone ate it in a moment of drunken gluttony. I'm glad I wasn't able to get that pig's head, after all.
8 comments:
You are so right about Buford Hwy Farmer's Market. I go when I am in the mood to buy creepy meats and vegetables I have never heard of for the dogs.
Jen
Who would eat tounge? YUCK! Even in a drunken state, I couldn't do that.
Jen, next time you go there, if you haven't tried this yet, you've GOT to go to the far back left corner of the store and get some of the freshly made dumplings. They have several different kinds, and I think two varieties are vegetarian. There are nice Korean ladies back there, just waiting to steam some up for you.
This place is within a couple of miles of my house, so I've eaten my fair share of dumplings. That's also where the dogs get all their food. I love that place!!
Freshly-steamed dumplings, you say? Can we put that on the itinerary?
Christie, isn't that disgusting? I couldn't believe it!
Kevin, those dumplings were already on the itinerary. They are not to be missed.
Ah, I work right down the street from that Farmer's Market and actually have been in there a few times. Good suggestion to go there to get RMB's and other necessities for the dogs. I will have to do that on Friday. BTW, I'd love to chat with you about what you're feeding your guys. Call me one day. Work is 404-417-6161. Oh, and yes, I would have laughed at the testicles being packaged in odd numbers as well. I can't believe they were out of pig heads! Too funny!
What - You've never heard of a bull with three testicles? I'm with you, there's some humor in the packaging!
I've got to venture over there for some vittles for my pups. I haven't been in years.
Sounds like you guys had a great party. I love to see pics of the famous coffin all tricked out and lit up.
I took my sister there last night and they had pig heads AND cow heads! I couldn't find my favorite scenic meat, though--pork bungs!
Yes, you may link to my (lame) blog! I didn't even know you had one of these thangs, so I'm glad you found me!
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