Everyone needs a fleet of flying monkeys to rip the stuffing out of the annoying people in their lives
— Laura

I saw this dish being made on Triple D, on what else but The Food Network, and decided to make it. I found the video on line and then kind of concocted my own measurements because none were given. It turned out really, really well and is quite tender and delicious. You would think with all that spice it would be practically inedible, but nothing could be further from the truth. I will definitely make this again. I’m adding it to my list of ‘Exotic Food I Will Make Every Couple of Weeks Especially Since I Didn’t Contract Ebola From It.’

North African Chicken

1/2 cup cumin
1/2 cup dried oregano
2 TBS kosher salt
2 TBS ground black pepper
1/2 cup minced garlic
olive oil
1 young chicken, 3 to 4 pounds, quartered
3 oranges
3 lemons

Preheat oven to 500° F with rack in center position. Squeeze oranges and lemons. Reserve juice. Cut peel into quarters and reserve. In a small bowl, mix cumin, oregano, salt and pepper. Stir in enough olive oil to make a thick paste. Add garlic and mix thoroughly. Rub chicken with paste, working paste into meat and skin. Heat a large skillet over high heat. Add 2 TBS of olive oil. Brown chicken on both sides for about two minutes. Transfer chicken to a 13? x 9? roasting pan, skin side up. Add reserved citrus peels to skillet and saute for 2 minutes. Stirring occasionally. This will release a ton of flavorful oils from the peels. Transfer peels to roasting pan. Spread evenly across the chicken. Deglaze skillet with citrus juice and a little water. Transfer deglazing liquid to roasting pan. There should be enough to cover the chicken about half way. Place chicken in oven. Roast for 1 hour.



Know what those bumps on the ass-end of that gigantic fucking spider in MY POOL are? Those are babies. That’s right. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of baby spiders. IN. MY. POOL. Satan’s Henchmen. Wolf spiders they’re officially called and they are huge. Here’s a picture I found on the interwebs to give you an idea of their size, because I sure as hell wasn’t about to hold it:

We can only assume this person is dead now. RIP, dumbass.

This is what I get for bragging about not seeing any Palmetto Bugs this year. Motherfuckin’ Wolf spiders. Oh, and when I researched them to see if they had any weaknesses I found this:

The Carolina wolf spider (H. carolinensis) is the Official State Spider of South Carolina. Designated as such in 2000, South Carolina is the only U.S. state that recognizes a state spider.

That’s right. I live in and bought my dream house in the only state that has A FUCKING STATE SPIDER. Oy.

Now excuse me while I go google ‘Flamethrower for sale’ and upgrade my homeowner’s policy.


"Wow, that's a nice lookin' pair of Crocs," said no one ever.

That’s right, I bought those ugly motherfuckers up there. What of it? Yeah, I know they were the “in” shoe like twelve years ago and even then they were ridiculed. Hell, I was one of the ridiculers. But let me tell you something, my left knee has had rabies for over a year now and three fourths of my house has concrete floors, not counting the courtyard and pool area, and it’s been killing my knee and I’ve been hobbling around for months. I tried all kinds of anti-inflammatory meds, and braces, and voodoo and nothing helped so I decided I had to change my footwear. I needed something lightweight and washable and these ugly motherfuckers fit that bill. So it just goes to show that you shouldn’t make fun of someone’s shoes because one day the shoe will be on the other foot, or walk a mile in their shoes, or a shoe in the hand is worth two in a bush, or some shit like that. I don’t know, I’m not a proverb scientist. All I know is that my new clown shoes feel divine and my knee rabies is in remission. So point and laugh all you want because now I can chase you down and stab you. Because sticks and stones might break your bones but knives require less energy. There. Nailed it.


I don’t want to jinx it, but I’m dying to tell it so here it goes- I have not seen a Palmetto Bug in my house or on my property all summer. I know, right? It’s like a miracle. This is the first summer I’ve lived in the South that I have not seen one of those unholy, diabolical creatures. And if you’re just tuning in and have no idea what I’m talking about, a Palmetto Bug is a cutesy term for giant motherfucking flying cockroaches that are all over the damn place in hot, muggy climates, aka- The South.

Without a doubt, the person holding these nasty sonsabitches was insane and murdered by them shortly after this photo was taken. RIP, Crazy Person.

The only good thing you can say about them is that they prefer living outdoors. BUT they will sneak in for water. The worst thing you can say about them, and oh my God there are so many bad things to say about them, is that they want you dead. When they sneak in for water they will try to murder you and your entire family. Whenever they are spotted, be it indoors or out, and you try to smash them with like a brick or an axe because shoes and swatters don’t work, those motherfuckers will FLY AT YOUR FACE so that you’ll flail your arms and beat your hands against your head until you have rendered yourself unconscious. Then, of course, while you’re unconscious they will murder you and move on to your family. All of this is FACT. I’m pretty sure. Well, I may have read it somewhere. Or dreamt it. It’s not important. What is important is I haven’t seen any *KNOCK ON WOOD* and I owe it all to my exterminator who came out early this past spring to spray the house. When I asked him to treat the outdoors for Palmetto Bugs, that I didn’t want to even see one within a mile of my property, he dumped a shit-ton of insecticide pellets all over outside even though he said under contract they could only treat a few feet from the house. Thank you, Mr. Exterminator. Now I just hope none mutated from my Chernobyl yard and seek revenge next year. Fuck. Oh well, I won’t worry about that, because for now-