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Beer Can Chicken.

This was my first attempt at beer can chicken. My Dad has made it a few times and it’s always been really good. And when beer is involved, it’s got to be good.

For those uneducated about beer can chicken, it’s essentially a whole chicken on a grill with a can of beer in the cavity. The beer boils inside and moisturizes the chicken and creates really tender meat.

I started out with two chickens rubbed them down with oil, salt and pepper. Next time I’ll put a grill rub on them, but they still ended up really tasty.

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Make sure to remove gizzards and neck from the cavity.

The gaping holes remind me of the space creatures from Sesame Street.

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These guys have to cook in indirect heat for about 45 minutes. I faced these guys towards each other so they have a little something to talk about.

You’ll want to open a close to room temperature beer and take a big chug then put it your chicken. It should only be about half full.

What did one chicken on the grill say to the other chicken on the grill?

Your goose is cooked.

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They’re done when the breast hits 165 degrees. Yes, I am a breast man.

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It’s wise to have an assistant, unless you’ve got a black belt in grilling, help with taking the bird off the grill as well as some oven mitts.

Cut, pull, and serve.

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Bonus daily photo.

I am in one of those moods tonight where I could sit behind the computer till the wee hours of the morning and just churn out productivity. I’ve got Radiohead (In Rainbows) on in the headphones. I am far from tired, but know the time change is going to make getting up a challenge.

Talking about daylight saving time, word is on the blogs (or at least Gizmodo) that the 2005 Energy Act Policy isn’t doing much for the nation in saving energy. Go figure.

Well, so much for being productive for the rest of the night. I’ve got to hit the sack.

Beer drinking buddies.

Beer drinking buddies

One thing that my dad and dog have in common: Stag beer.

My dad has a strange fascination for Stag (AKA: Steak Taters And Gravy) beer; so does Buddy, but he’ll drink anything. It’s definitely not for the taste, could have something to do with the nostalgia or even the price, but he’s got cases of it at his house. Like a Y2K stock supply.

I have it in our fridge but it’s only for him, or people I don’t want drinking my good beer. Yup, this apple definitely fell far from the barley and hops tree.

The guys.

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Okay, almost a week later I feel like I’ve recovered enough brain cells from the bachelor party to recall what happened. First of all, above the guys, from left and back around the table: K, The Ed, SternO, David (lil Shoo), Josh, Roommate Steve, barely functioning Shoo, and Philly G.

The day started out by going on a tour of the Anheuser Brewery in St. Louis.  The place is like the Disney Land of beer. Seriously. Two, very good looking, from what the guys tell me,  guides take a group of 50 or so camera toting tourists around from building to building. On the tour, we passed the Clydesdale’s, some massive tanks that hold beach wood and beer, some historical sites, the bottling area, and then a multimedia video about Anheuser the company, which isn’t anything more than brainwash material with pretty people. At the end though, they make it worth your while and serve you free beer and pretzels.

Afterwards, we headed over to the Schlafly Bottle Works brewpub. We feasted on venison, bison, goat cheese, and beer bread; all foods of the manly food group. Oh, and drank more beer. After the feast, we took a tour of the brewery which was more like a pony ride at the state fair compared to AB. Our guide, not hot because he was a dude- or at least that’s what the guys tell me, was super knowledgeable. The one tidbit that I learned, and will remind myself each time I order a Bud, is that the rice, considered a cheap filler, in cheap beer (Natty Light, The Beast) is what causes splitting headaches after a long night of drinking. That’s not to say that you won’t feel like crap with a hangover if you just drink good beer. It just means no splitting headaches.

With that knowledge in hand, we headed to the liquor store for cheap booze to take back to the hotel. At the hotel we bonded over old drinking stories, watched the World Series, and ate the best TWO Papa John pizzas, eve-r.

Now this is the part of the story that gets fuzzy, but I will do my best to recall censor what happened.  We hoped a shuttle headed to a casino that we fully intended not to go to. Our decision as a group to which bar we would go to was decided by the hottest officer, as the guys tell me, on the street as she passed us by. “Officer, no.” I won’t even try to recall the name of the bar as to protect those that might have witnessed the dancing Shoo. But this unnamed bar contained a waitress doctor named Dr. Anita Hardon, which leads me to the next day, as I am totally not blogging about the rest of the night, when we’re recuperating at Steak N’ Shake in Collinsville and Josh is trying to recall the name of the good doctor in front of the, not so hot- I can verify this one, waitress.  Josh who is notorious for his projecting voice questions the rest of the group, “Dr. Ani… Dr. ANITA HARDON!”

Yes, the whole restaurant gave us the evil eye.

Guys, it was awesome weekend. I hope you had as much fun as I did.

Try them all.

These were taken at New Belgium in Fort Collins. You get to try four different kinds of beer.

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Colorado.

By GTG

My family took a vacation to Colorado when I was a thirteen or so. I was going through that whole teen-angst phase where I couldn’t like anything and had to frown and brush my hair into my face whenever my parents were around. I had no problem pouting and complaining all through Missouri and Kansas, but even I couldn’t feign indifference once we finally reached the mountains. I fell in love immediately.
We had a typical family vacation…camping and hot dogs. My parents and brother embarrassing the heck out of me. But even I had a good time.

At 21 I took a job out in Colorado for the summer. I wanted to get away, and it was the perfect place to go. It was an amazing summer because not only did I get to spend my time in a breath-taking place, but I also made some wonderful friends (one of whom will be a bridesmaid in my wedding).

I worked five days a week, meaning I had two full days a week in Colorado to do whatever I wanted. I hiked nearly every chance I got. I also visited Boulder often. One of my favorite places was the New Belgium Brewery (home of Fat Tire). A friend and I followed the Continental Divide to a group of lakes that very few people have been to. (I also got a second degree sunburn on both my shoulders and face that my brother called my “skin disease”).

I’ve been talking to Shoo about Colorado since we first met. I’ve shown him pictures, and I’ve finally convinced him to take a vacation…to Colorado. I’ve planned out our trip (only because he made me). We will spend several days in Estes and Boulder hiking and biking, then make our way to Colorado Springs. From there we’ll head down to Durango (my favorite Colorado town). We will end up back near Colorado Springs in Crested Butte where New Belgium is hosting a bike festival complete with a chainless bike race.

I love Colorado, and I’ve always wanted to live out there permanently. Shoo has never been. I know he’ll be drawn to everything there is to do (especially the brokeback biking) and the beer.

Maybe we just won’t come back…

–GTG

Beer.

Fat Tire

While we were in Chicago, we missed out on a drawing for an official Fat Tire bicycle at a bar we were having lunch at. You got a ticket for the drawing with each Fat Tire you bought. GTG and I both agreed if it wasn’t for a Cardinals vs Cubs game, we would have stayed around for the drawing.

Hey, beer man!

GTG and I made a voyage up north to hang out with Ed and Amanda and go to a Cards vs Cubs game at Wrigely Wrigley (thanks Amanda). We were suppose to come home Saturday night; we didn’t make it back till late this evening. We’re pooped, so this is the only photo I am going to upload tonight.

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Beer drinking dog.

You may, or may not know this, but Buddy loves his beer. He kept tugging at my leg during the St. Pattys Day parade, so I had to give him a little. Good thing his paws are too short to drive.

Crack of the bat.

Just Two Guys and The 26th Man have me wanting a cold brew and a foot long hot dog.

Update: Betsy just sent a link over of a guy who reviews ball parks. Here’s his review about Lanphier Field. Also, she has her own take on Lanphier Field. Side note: Betsy has worked at the Baseball Hall of Fame, Swing of the Quad Cities, and the Daytona Cubs. I consider her my personal expert on minor league baseball.

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How about instead of taking off 10 mins of my drive to the I-72 on-ramp (see MacArthur extension), we use that money to build a new Springfield baseball stadium? LRS Field, Bunn Stadium? There are plenty of local companies for corporate sponsorship. I bet someone is just aching to flip the bill to plaster their sponsorship on score boards, souvenirs, and ball gloves.

Remember the TV 20 / Dr. Pepper gloves that they used to give out? I had mine for years and so did my neighbors.

Actually, let’s keep the MacArthur extension and still build a new stadium. I still think it is unbelievable that I’ll be able to get on the interstate from MacArthur.

Best example is O’brien Field in Peoria.

The 26th Man has it right:

In order to be financially viable, a team today needs things like luxury boxes and multiple concession stands, souvenir stands and bathrooms. Which is why Springfield needs a new stadium.

The guys are saying that the stadium should be built downtown. That sounds great, but where would you put it, and what would you tear down?

What if it were off the Hazel Dell frontage road near the 6th Street exit? Right about here.

If I only had the money.

Have patience.

It is just me and the dog tonight. I am taking it easy and playing with some computer stuff. I might voyage downtown for a drink… maybe.

My day just got a little better after the last email I just received. I had work on a side project that took waaay longer than it was suppose to. I think I originally told them one month. Well, one month became two months, and two became four. I think I got it done in five.

After I finished the project, I told my client that I couldn’t do anymore projects. Partially because I didn’t have the time, which the last project was a good example of a stretched time line, and I wanted to really do something different with my coding “free” time. You can only look at aggregating data into a database for so long.

Since I finished the project I hadn’t gotten a check, they hired someone else to take over the work, and emails were a little too short. I was a bit worried and had to keep reminding myself that everything in the past had been peachy-keen with the client.

Boy, I just wanted to write the email that laid it out all on the table.

I sat back though and let patience take over. Okay, patience’s real name might be beer, but I chilled out and reminded myself that the new guy is probably checking out the code and so they can tell the client that they didn’t get screwed.

And sure enough, that was it. The best part though besides getting paid is that the other guys thought my code “put together very well.”

Cheers to you patience.

Blowin’ stuff up, watchin’ the game, drinkin’ a cold one.

Tonight was a nice relaxing game. I put the finishing touches on a side project (out of work) that I had been working on for months. Okay, maybe there were some interruptions in those months like moving, taking a few trips, seeing a few baseball games. For now, it is done till they break it.

Talking about baseball, Cardinal haters warm up those comment fingers, the Cards take another from Detroit. They now lead the series 3-1. If you have been paying attention to the stats they keep throwing out on ESPN, out of the 3 times the Tigers and Cardinals have met in the World Series, the team that wins game 4 - loses the series. They even brought up that the last time St. Louis was ahead 3-1 in the WS was in 1985 with the Royals, and the Royals came back to win the series.

I thought you were a Cardinal fan? Why all this negative stats talk?

Why? Because I don’t believe that stats and beer sales control the game. And that the tickets for tonight’s game were for Game 5. Game 4, going by what was printed on the ticket will be played tomorrow because of Wednesday’s rain out. I do believe in a higher power though.

During the game, I also loaded Windows Vista Ultimate on my laptop. The 64bit version. It took me a while to determine if I could install the 64bit version. I have a Athlon 64bit processor, but the whole time I had been running the 32bit version of XP Home. It worked.

The OS feels like the first time you date someone. They look hot, but everything is awkward and not everything is cohesive. Vista is definitely graphic intensive. A lot has been done with the integration of multimedia. It ran a little sluggish at times on my laptop and had a horrible time streaming recorded tv shows from my desktop. Again though, it is a beta. I think it will bring some of the spotlight back to the pc which has been outshined lately by the Mac and its OS.

Beer. Tonight I had a Boulevard Pale Ale. Excellent. A-, the Fat Tires are still sitting in the fridge. I am waiting for something special… Maybe game 5 4?