ManCamp Goes on the Road

Today, ManCamp is closed while Val tries to wedge a larger TV into the homemade enclosure. But fear not. The Boozeplex beckons.

The Boozeplex is the home of Tommy the Official Drunken ManCamp Photographer. And also home to a giant new stainless steel Thermos grill. And currently home to a case or two of Shiner Bock. But I will overlook that.

I am working on another batch of congri. I cooked the beans last night, and I'm doing the rice today. I'm trying converted rice, because I am now positive that RalphieTB was right about that.

Now I know why Miami supermarkets sell like 40 different sizes of packaged Uncle Ben's.

Since I happen to have like 40 pounds of congri and nothing to do with it, I'm planning to take it with me. I have an Oven Stuffer, which I'm about to bone and stick in a bag with mojo. At the Boozeplex, or maybe before I go, I'll ram the bird full of congri and sew it up. We already know this works, from our experience with the pig.

I expect to die later this week, of a heart attack so big it shows up on seismographs.

Pics to follow.