I've loved radio since I was a kid and consider myself extremely lucky to get paid to do it. I'm a 2002 graduate of the DC campus of the Connecticut School of Broadcasting, I play several musical instruments and write books for fun. And I'm a huge fan of the Philly teams: the Phillies, Eagles, Flyers and Sixers.
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My quest to create the perfect barbecue sauce enters its third, fruitless month. I concocted recipe after recipe, trying various portions of tomato sauce, vinegar, molasses, whiskey, hot sauce, smoke flavor and just about every spice you can think of.
The results have varied from bad to unbelievably bad. I can't figure out what I'm doing wrong. I suppose it's just more proof that I have no business trying to cook. The thing is, I'm still feeling the love after I got a few compliments from others on my chili recipe. That's right: people ate my cooking and lived. I found that to be highly encouraging. At first, anyway.
After that I foolishly decided it would be nice to make up some homemade barbecue. I planned on picking up some brisket, preparing it and smothering it in my own barbecue sauce. The problem was, I didn't have my own barbecue sauce.
Undaunted, I decided to come up with my own recipe. Well, I should have been daunted. I should have been real daunted because the task has proven to be beyond my skills. At present anyway. Part of the problem is that I'm such an optimist that I can't see when I'm over my head. And I'm definitely over my head here.
But I don't plan on giving up. I'll ruin a few more saucepans and set off the smoke detector a few more times before I'm done, but I will get there. This I vow. More updates here as they happen.
Rob Nuckols, a New Jersey roofer, jumped into a vat of acid to rescue Martin Davis, a co-worker who had fallen into the vat. Davis is expected to recover fully. Full story here.
And now, the Odd News File, bringing you crowning moments of bizarre from across the globe.
Husbands not being fond of their wives' cooking is a story of marital discord as old as marriage itself -- but it almost proved deadly for a Russian man. Yuri age 69 stormed out of his home in Siberia when he was displeased with his wife's soup, and ended up getting lost in the woods for more than a month. Yuri barely survived on eating hay and drinking melted snow before he was found and rescued by local farmers, according to the Daily Mail. While Yuri recovers from the damage his body suffered in the sub-zero temperatures, he has a new view of his wife's grub. "No matter what happens, that's the last time I criticize my wife's cooking. Anything is better than hay grain," the paper quotes him as saying.So what drove Yuri out into the cold Siberian weather in the first place?He had complained that his wife's soup was too cold..
An Ohio man who had a scheduled court date on a trespassing charge Monday allegedly rammed his car into the courthouse early Saturday morning, before fleeing from the scene naked. Cops quickly apprehended 26-year-old Christopher McCormick, of North CantonOhio. He's accused of driving through a security gate, over curbs, and into the entrance of the RalphRegulaFederalBuilding and United States Courthouse, according to WKYC-TV. McCormick underwent a mental evaluation and was jailed on a vandalism charge.
A 30-year-old man is accused of getting spicy when a Florida fast food restaurant got his order wrong.Authorities say he dumped his soda into a cash register, shorting it out. According to The Gainesville Sun, cops say Suresh Chapman caused $2,500 worth of damage to the machine, and cost the restaurant $5,000 in lost revenue because of his tantrum last Sunday.Chapman was charged with a second-degree felony as well as a probation violation from a 2011 child abuse case.
A man successfully robbed a bank with what turned out to be a fake bomb in Chicago on Monday, but he forgot one little detail: the cash forked over by the teller. The Chicago Tribune reports the suspect entered a bank branch on Michigan Avenue before 10 a.m. Monday morning and threatened employees with what appeared to be a bomb in a bag and demanded cash. When tellers complied, the would-be robber fled -- leaving the money and his device behind. Police cordoned off the area until experts deemed the bomb a fake. The suspect is still at large..
I don't own an umbrella. I haven't for years. I figure, I wear a hat all the time, that should be more than enough to keep the rain off my head. Unless it's that weird sideways rain you sometimes get in thunderstorms and other heavy-duty storms. But I try not to go out in thunderstorms anyway. I'm afraid of being struck by lightning. Do you also think it's strange that they're called thunderstorms but what we fear about them is lightning? Or is it just me? Most of the time when I ask a question like that, it is indeed just me.
In the spring it''s pretty common to get a vicious storm that lashes down rain for a short time, then blows over. I think the storms go faster in good weather because they don't want to spoil it for everyone else. They do their business and move on, like a good dog should.
I like the idea that we get most of our rainy weather in one season. It's like when you have a chore you don't enjoy; you do it all in one fell swoop and be done with it. I'm of two minds about rain in general. I know plants and crops need it to grow. But I just don't enjoy going outside and getting wet. Unless I'm going swimming. Of course, they throw you out of the pool during thunderstorms. I don't know how much of an attractor for lightning swimming pools are, but better safe than sorry I guess.
Ever have one of those days where you don't feel like doing anything? Do you often get that way on rainy days? Am I asking too many questions?
Personally, when it rains I have to drag myself out of the house. I don't know why, other than the fact that I really dislike getting rained on. One nice thing about working at night is when it does rain I don't feel like I could be outside doing something if not for the rain.
My grandfather used to tell this joke: Q: You think its fair when its raining? A: It's fair for the farmers. As a kid that used to make me laugh every time. Here's another one: Q: You think the rain will hurt the rhubarb? A: Not if it's in cans. As a kid I didn't understand that one and quite frankly I still don't. I'm not 100% sure it even makes sense.
These are the kinds of things I think about when I'm sitting at home because it's raining out. Of course, I'm not at home right now; I'm at work. But you get the idea.
Hannah After Dark