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Thursday June 3 2004. GO-WITH.
  During my bi-monthly grocery shopping trip yesterday, I bought a small jar of capers. I had always wanted to get a jar, but I never seemed to remember.
  But now that I have them, I'm not exactly sure what to do with them. What do they go with? Fish? Red meat? In sauces?
  And now that I think about it, I don't even know if I like capers...
HEN SEX. THE WRIST. BI-MONTHLY.

  Headline Of The Day (or maybe of the week...or even of the month):
  "Man Commits Suicide After Having Sex With Hen"

  How bad am I doing in fantasy baseball? Well, just hours after I had traded for Eric Chavez, the dumbass breaks his wrist.   Speaking of bi-monthly, I'd like to publicly admit that Barney was right and I was wrong. He claimed that "bi-monthly" meant twice per month, while I insisted that it could mean every two weeks. Well, "bi-weekly" means every two weeks. He was right. I was wrong. There ya go.
TOMORROW'S DINNER. HUNGER STRIKE.

  Grilled Tuna Steak with Lemon-Caper Butter
    8 tablespoons unsalted butter -- softened
    3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
    1/2 teaspoon grated lemon zest
    2 teaspoons Dijon mustard
    2 teaspoons capers -- drained
    6 8-oz tuna steaks -- cut 3/4-in thick
    1/4 cup vegetable oil
  1. Mix together butter, 2 tbsp lemon juice, lemon zest, mustard, and capers. Set aside.
  2. Prepare a hot fire. Brush tuna steaks with oil. Drizzle remaining 1 tbsp lemon juice over fish. Place steaks on a oiled grill set 4 to 6 inches from coals. Grill, turning once, until firm and opaque at center, about 10 to 12 minutes.
  3. Remove from heat and top each steak with 1 tbsp lemon-caper butter.

  Holy crap. I was searching for some more recipes with capers and I ran across a worst recipes ever website. The hands-down winner of the Worst Recipe Of All Time went to the following recipe (please prepare yourself--I mean it):
  The Placenta Cocktail
    1/4 cup raw placenta
    8oz V-8 juice
    2 ice cubes
    1/2 cup carrot.
  Blend at high speed for 10 to 15 seconds and serve.
GOOGLE: "CAPERS." Knife-Wielders, The Wrist, Go-With, Hen Sex, Google: "Capers", What I Really Meant, Tomorrow's Dinner, Hunger Strike, and Bi-Monthly.

KNIFE-WIELDERS. WHAT I REALLY MEANT.
  I had a CVS dream last night. I dreamt that I chased down a shoplifter in the parking lot of some CVS store somewhere. He had swiped 10 packages of Kodak 35 mm film and concealed them under his overcoat. When I reached him, he turned and pulled out a long knife. And then, of course, I woke up.
  The odd thing about the dream (besides the fact I haven't had a CVS dream since I left the dang company) is that in 17 years at CVS, I never chased down a shoplifter. My thinking was that a criminal would pretty much do anything to stay out of jail--including pulling a weapon and using it.
  Maybe the dream was letting me know I was right.


     

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