Happy Hour In The Heptarchy: Poulet En Cocotte and Sam Adams
It’s five past 5 across Conference III (leave work early, Colorado — you have our permission), time to hit bricks and get that freakin’ weekend started, am I right?
Of course I am.
It’s been a tough week for everyone. III Communication’s going to try to brighten your day.
What We’re Drinking: My daughter’s first birthday is tomorrow which means it’s a Saturday of cake and fruit tea with the family at III Communication HQ, but tonight I’m having TMurda and Skip over to hang out with their fake niece and watch the Predators-Blackhawks game. We try to do this sort of thing once a month when the Preds are on the road on a Friday or Saturday night. I make the entree and put the two bachelors in charge of the sides and the beer. TMurda will buy a 12-pack of Sam Adams, if I had to guess, not out of any gesture of solidarity with our Boston friends, but because that’s what he usually does.
What We’re Eating: My original plan was to grill something but we’re having a bit of a dogwood winter — I had to bring in my tomatoes and peppers and they are already showing flowers and fruit — so I changed on the fly. One of my favorite easy, inexpensive company-comin’ dishes is poulet en cocotte, which is French for “chicken in a pot.” It’s a simple dish — a pot-roasted bird basically. I made a few on-the-fly changes to this recipe, including the addition of a little High Life. The chicken comes out, frankly, a little bit uglier than a traditional roasted chicken, but it’s juicy beyond belief. We’ll have green beans and corn (I’ll sear it in a hot skillet for a minute or too — it’ll change your life). And sweet lemonade and wedding cake cupcakes from our favorite place will be served for dessert.
Reasons To Celebrate
Chicago: You know it’s a helluva week when a flood in a major American city is the 11th most important story, immediately below “Elvis impersonator tries to poison the President.” The Blackhawks are still riding high and your Illini will try to claim a second consecutive NCAA men’s gymnastics title.
Your Weekend Jam: “Jaked On Green Bears” by Alkaline Trio (we could all use one).
Colorado: Your deep snow is getting screwed up by a dust storm, which seems like a big mess. But it’s your lucky day if you are a nerd and you live in Colorado and you can get out in this weird snowy-dusty nightmare: the Sixth Doctor is coming to your Comic Con.
Your Weekend Jam: “Up On The Ladder” by Radiohead
Dallas: Think about Texas, be like Willie Nelson, and throw some dosh toward the West Volunteer Fire Department if you’re able. The Stars refuse to drop out of the playoff race, thumbing their collective schnozes at the idea of a rebuild and sometime in June, a solar-powered airplane will make a stop in the Metroplex. Cool stuff.
Your Weekend Jam: “When The Sun Goes Down” by Arctic Monkeys
Minnesota: Man, it’s really gotten wild down the stretch, hasn’t it? I’ll show myself out. Anyway. Surly Brewery announced Friday it will build a $20 million “destination brewery” in Prospect Park. And if things keep going sideways for the Wild, folks might need it.
Your Weekend Jam: “Ice Cold Ice” by Hüsker Dü.
Nashville: Your hockey team isn’t good, people are pretending to be dentists, everyone is still complaining about 440 and your city’s latest land deal could get torpedoed by an old deed restriction. The strawberry crop is going to be top notch, though.
Your Weekend Jam: “Strawberry Letter 23” by The Brothers Johnson
St. Louis: David Backes mocking Zack Kassians receding hairline was hilarious, but isn’t the captain balding too? At least your world-record seeking kickballers — aiming for the oh-so-clever target of 69 hours — are raising money for a good cause.
Your Weekend Jam: “Alive and Kicking” by Simple Minds.
Winnipeg: It looks like the Jets are going to make a go of it here, which we all really appreciate. There’s a big concert coming to your town this summer and signs are it may be Paul McCartney so the good news is the most obvious Weekend Jam ever is coming for you!
Your Weekend Jam: “Jet” by Wings. You had to see this coming.
And for all of us: