Meet Cocky

I'm Cocky
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Naked dinosaurs in the woods

The best thing about being a dinosaur is being naked in the woods. Meet Cocky the Naked Dino. Our newest member of the staff. Cocky was born naked during the Jurassic period. He covered ancient events like Madonna and Joan Rovers.  His resume is extensive.

“Walking around through the woods naked and being a dinosaur has taught me a lot,” Cocky says. ” Like, there’s a party anywhere you look.”  Cocky walked around a small town till he found a cheap motel that stunk of beer and pesticide. There he found teenagers partying!  What a surprise! Rising from a 3.5 billion year slumber, Cocky met America for the very first time.

You can troll through the forest naked for a millennia but you’ll never see what you’re going to see once you meet a girl from America. It’s party like barbie with these ratchet tools.

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That’s gonna leave a stain

It doesn’t take much to see when a party’s really stared. “Who pee’d on the floor?” Cocky shouted. “Duh, you.” Some silly girl replied. Nobody seemed to care. Cocky saw the humor in the situation and internally cried for his mother. Then he decided to leave at what it was,  a pee stain on a motel floor. That’s when he met Becky.

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This is Swift

Just walking down the the street in America minding his own business when all the sudden, “Look it’s Taylor.” No Cocky, it’s Becky! Said the people on the street.

What a night! Cocky thought it was going to blow, but no.  Cocky saw Murcia for what it was. Taylor Swift went pop while Pearl Jam went country. It’s a good thing he don’t know the difference.

Then Cocky learned his new favorite thing to do. Trolling people on the internet.

“Meet Cocky”

Thanksgiving Dinner!

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I know, It’s close. It is very close. Thanksgiving is officially one week away!

Of course, we here at TSM do not celebrate the “All-American-Traditional-Thanksgiving-With-the-Bird” (or ham, as some are wont to do). I am planning on making a taco buffet.

From Red Mountain Chronicles; I didn’t take a picture of my taco buffet

But, for our more traditional celebrations, I’ve taken the time to put together a dinner ensemble for the lazy.

I present:

Cajun-Style Turkey-Day Feastravagazna!

The Bird!

I made this batch up for four people, but adjust as needed for your family.

You will need:

If you like you can begin by brining your turkey breasts in salt water over night. I recommend at least 12 hours. After brining your breasts, preheat your oven to 375°  and pat them dry.

Mix your seasoning mix with your butter and spread it evenly over the turkey breasts. Coat bottom of pan with remainder and place in the oven, covered. Bake as recommended for your meat weight.

Cajun Gravy (Optional)

Drain excess fat, seasoning and butter into a pan and turn heat to medium low. When gently bubbling mix 2 tbsp of flour in with a whisk. Allow to brown lightly. Should be from 3-5 minutes. Once it begins sticking to the bottom of the pan, add 2 cups of water and mix until the water and rue are combined. Keep stirring over low heat until thickened. Add a pinch of salt if desired.

Thyme-Butter Potatoes

Of course, you need potatoes. But Mashed are so worn out. How about some thyme seasoned buttered red potatoes?

Find the small variety of red potatoes, they work best. Wash them clean, roughly chop and wrap two for every person in some aluminum foil with butter and fresh (or not) thyme. Bake alongside your turkey. Done.

Corn Bread Stuffing

Oh jeeze this is easy. Make your cornbread to directions and allow to cool. Take it out of the pan. Let it cool some more.

Cook up the italian sausage. Make sure it’s done.

Dice the onion. Add it and the spices to the sausage. Cook it till the onions are done. Drain till dry. Mix with the cornbread. Put the cornbread back in the pan and bake it till it’s good.

There you have it. Thanksgiving for the lazy. I’m grateful I get to be lazy.

What are you doing for Thanksgiving?

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