The 6 P Rule

Monday is formidably the worst day of the week, but a little planning, a strong meal and good sleep sets the wheels in motion and a low heart rate to start this eve of the work week. Really got into the grindage last night with a little burger recipe I stole, modified and devoured straight from the pages of Bon Apetit. The burger was nothing short of lavish and the bbq'd corn on the cob made for a smooth transition into the couch to view Phelps and company thwart the Frenchies and their gaping wide liar mouths.

Well that food and that sleep resulted in a productive Monday down at 'ol EMC...so much so that I can't remember what happened - I'd quote the movie Office Space right now to illustrate my productivity but fear that a fellow true blue EMCer might happen upon this site with unimpressed feelings after their extra-grueling day.

So fast forward to the food. I threw a little swaray at the 409 for a few friends and a co-worker of mine who lives vicariously through me seeing as he is married with kids. I wanted to cook it up for this crowd and leave them 100% satisfied with the meal. So take notes nerds.

First Dish:

Three kinds of grilled sausage ranging from mild to extra hot dressed with bbq sauce and a honey-dijon mustard. (Grilled - It's not BBQ unless it spends at least 6 hours on the barbie, these sausages were just grilled... a lil knowledge fo' dat ass.)

Second Dish:

Garden Tomatoes soaked in Balsamic Vinegar, Wine Wine dashed with salt, pepper and fresh garlic. A spritz of fresh lemon across the finished dish and NAILED IT!

Main Dish:

This was DI-KNOW-MITE! Rosemary and Pepper Bacon-wrapped filet mignon medallions with a garlic olive oil painted on. Seared for a hot minute on the bbq then plopped in the oven at 350 for about 10 minutes. This dish was sided with Garlic Bread, fresh out of a bag and sweet corn on the cob.

Finisher:
Sliced nectarines to clean the palet before lipping caronas and red stripes all night.

Pics were tough to get of all this food on account of the starved posse I invited over, but here's a look at the goods.

Great night at the 409 and I think the guests were pleased with the meal. Some late stragglers definitely gave me some 'tude about not having anymore eats for them, but hey, can't please them all. The dogs were playing with themselves and the Olympics spiced things up with men showering together... and diving. These to ninny's blamed eachother for there shitty dives, but still opted for the shower together.

Oh right, why is this blasted post titled the 6 P-Rule. Moral of a good time - Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance...write that down.