Happy Hour In The Heptarchy: Stuffed Squash And Jarritos

by J.R.

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 some of you so loosen your belt, pop a top, grab a spoon and stop being such a sourpuss. III Communication’s got good news for everybody.

The Particulars

tex_mex_stuffed_squashWhat We’re Eating: My summer — like every summer — has had too much squash and not enough sausage. I sought to rectify that last night, trying to find someway to incorporate some good old Tennessee Pride into my diet. Suggestions poured in on the Twitter machine. Couldn’t make meatloaf because the wife’s not a fan. Couldn’t stuff peppers, because I only had one. Couldn’t make ziti because I didn’t have ziti. But I did have squash. Lots of squash. So I combined what I had too much of with what I hadn’t had enough of and made stuffed squash.

Boiled the suckers for about eight minutes, then cooked the sausage with that bell pepper. Chopped up a tomato, added some salt and pepper. Sliced the squash, seeded it and added the chopped up middles to the sausage mix. Scooped that junk into the squash cavity, mixed up some parmesan and bread crumbs, drizzled some olive oil, baked at 350 for 25.

IMG_8075What’s We’re Drinking: It’s payday so my wife is doing grocery shopping and apparently I’m living right because she sent the picture at left.

I have expressed my affection for both grapefruit and orange sodas in the past and let me say Jarritos Toronja and Mandarin are prime examples of those flavors well-executed.

Reasons To Celebrate

Chicago: You’re forever in blue jeans, Chicago. Riding high with that Stanley Cup as training camp creeps ever closer. It’s not all good news, though. The Leaning Tower of Niles is in peril. But that’s OK, because Zumba is holding a “public fitness concert” in Chicago. Whatever that is.

Your Weekend Jam: “Rump Shaker” by Wreckx-N-Effect


Colorado: You’ve had a long summer of hot August nights, Colorado. But be mellow, bros. The feds aren’t gonna bother with your recreational pot law.

Your Weekend Jam: “Legalize It” by Peter Tosh


Dallas: The offseason sure was noisy in Big D. And the Texan on Big Brother was noisy, too. Thankfully, you can celebrate as you wish at this weekend’s AnimeFest, just follow the rules: “Solicitation, panhandling, or anything which could be interpreted as such, is not allowed. This includes signs like: ‘Free Hugs’, ’25c Kisses’, or ‘Glomp Me’.”

Your Weekend Jam: “Turning Japanese” by The Vapors


Minnesota: Sorry that no one brings you flowers. But, yo, it’s state fair time, so get with your fellow Hotdishers at the Great Minnesota Get-Together.

Your Weekend Jam: “Where Is My Mind?” by Trampled by Turtles, playing today at the fair!


Nashville: America! Speaking of America, Steven Rhodes, the Marine who caused a ruckus when the NCAA ruled him ineligible to play, played for MTSU last night, got a sack and a good coverage tackle and his wife (a Sailor) was in attendance to see.

Your Weekend Jam: “America” by Simon & Garfunkel


St. Louis: Tonight is your Hot August Night, so be patient. Meantime, Anheuser-Busch is opening a beer analytics lab in Illinois. First task? Quantifying the answer to “exactly how awful is our beer?”

Your Weekend Jam: “Weird Science” by Oingo Boingo


Winnipeg: The Jets will wrap Hot August Nights tomorrow. Entertain yourself with the names of these new snow leopard cubs at your zoo. Zoos are important.

Your Weekend Jam: “Lovecats” by The Cure