Executive Kibbeh

Corporate cruelty, stupidity, and downright obstinacy today have reached a new peak (at least, here at work). The deal is, we are having the winter blizzard to beat all blizzards. At first, we were supposed to get about nine inches of snow. When the deluge had started, around nine, they downgraded to six inches. By noon, the weather service was saying 11, and now it’s 14-15 inches. The latest posting by the County Mounties reads that roads in Madison, WI are completely impassable. And management won’t let us go early. Basically, we’re f@#$ed. If I have to stay here tonight, I’m going to kill at least one executive to eat. It’ll be very Lord of the Flies, only I won’t call the bastard anything quite so nice as pig, even though it’s harder to rhyme appropriate epithets with “bash it in”.

Last night, I made the rest of my sexy kibbeh substitute into a meatloaf after frying about a burger’s portion-worth and serving with homemade potato wedges. We’ll see how the sexy shit holds up as ‘loaf tomorrow for lunch, if I’m eating anything other than microwaved exec by that time. Hmm… Makes me think. I wish to god I had my Vietnamese Cassia cinnamon with me. It might help make middle-aged, gamey, stringy, over-marbled meat more palatable. The stuff certainly works with hamburger!