Okay, I have to say, I don’t get the big love for Buffalo Bill’s Pumpkin Ale. It doesn’t taste like pumpkin. It tastes like beer overpowered by cloves, allspice, and nutmeg. I didn’t really like it. Rob and Jer didn’t seem to take to it, either. (I couldn’t directly link to Cynthia’s post about it- scroll down, it’s from September 21st.)

I do get the big love for Bruce Campbell. Ryan ditched us, but Rob, Jer, and I went to see Evil Dead II over the weekend. He’s so cute, with his dark eyes and chin of strength. Even with the blood on his forehead that gives him a quasi-unibrow. He still rocks it.

I’ve had a yen for trashy cheese these last few days. Not, like, American processed cheese food, but worse. I really wanted some of those cracker sandwiches with the not-cheese in the middle. Or Handi-Snaks. I ended up with Combos. And then I felt ill. You shouldn’t eat a lot of gross fake cheese.

On Saturday night, Jon and I pan-roasted a chicken. Well, Jon pan-roasted and I supervised. He wanted to learn how to properly take apart and cook quickly a chicken. And we did. I made green beans, and he made potato dauphinois to go along with it.

I brought my leftover chicken from last week to work today. This was the chicken I roasted with bacon under the skin. It wasn’t bad when we first made it (although butter is a better fat for under the skin), but the leftovers were kind of meh. I ended up dousing the whole thing in lots of mustard.

I haven’t watched last week’s Semi-Homemade yet. I’m thinking about giving up the Sandra Lee snark. It just isn’t as fun anymore. I dislike her, and I’m going to continue loathing her cooking and her show and the Vaseline-smeared lens and her freaky Cardassian neck, but I don’t know if I can remain as invested in her downfall. I mean, I’m going to continue making my own stock in defiance, but I don’t know if I’m going to take the time to watch and be aghast at her program anymore.