Waffle Smackdown

Will and I would like to announce the formation of the Weekend Waffle Federation. Waffles are our weekend ritual (pecan today!) so we've decided to formalize things. Our waffles will whoop your waffles. Don't think I'm kidding. Our waffles have caused injuries. In 2006, during the Waffle Whallop, Will reached for a waffle and ended up pulling a back muscle.

If you think your waffles stand a chance against ours, we're ready for a smackdown! The WWF championship belt could be yours!

Squirrel, it's what's for dinner

Since moving to Ottawa, I have spent a lot of time watching squirrels scamper about. They are everywhere and they provide a certain amount of entertainment while I am sitting at my computer grading papers or standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes. They have also scared the shit out of me a few times by jumping up on the windowsill unexpectedly. The squirrels are everywhere. And they are sort of adorable.

Now, though, I get to contemplate making them my dinner. According to the NY Times, squirrel meat is all the rage in England. Look, economic times are hard. And they're right there. They practically come inside if the window is open. They are also quite fond of our compost bin, so there's a trap right there. (Will did say he would get me a BB gun if I wanted one).

The article did mention that squirrels are very hard to skin, but I don't think that will be a problem for me with this handy guide from the Joy of Cooking.