Drunken Shepherd’s Pie ~ Space Cowboy Apollo

Sister Madly has to admit, she’s been having difficulty sleeping as of late- why, just a few weeks ago, she shamelessly punched herself in the face. This time, her angelic slumber became the envy of every Olympian, a magnificent performance ending with a triple-twist, half-pike, supersonic back-flip that landed her spread-eagle, face-first in the mattress.

What startled this sleeping cherub into a routine of otherwise impossible acrobatics was nothing short of a nuclear detonation: indeed, it was a text at 3:37 AM telling her that Art Bell had died.

It’s amazing how deafening the voice of Eric Idle* can be at 3:37 AM.

* She should mention that her text notification is Eric Idle of Monty Python fame, declaring ‘Message for you, sir!’ She thought it clever at the time.
She regrets that now.

To be fair, Sister Madly never outlined the proper procedure on notifying her of the death of Art Bell, so she can’t place all the blame on her PhD friend.*

* She neglected to do the same regarding the deaths of Leonard Nimoy and Stephen Hawking back in the day. Those texts came in at 4:04 and 4:23 AM, respectively.

Clearly, the Professor was having a bit of pillow talk with a Reaper- which is not a bad connection to have. Sister Madly’s connections includes a Phlebotomist, from which she has yet to benefit… but now sees a way in which she can.

It’s not revenge so much as ‘returning the favor.’

But just as she was romanticizing phlebotomic revenge upon the nocturnal Professor, Eric Idle announced but another special delivery:

And just what, exactly, is she meant to do with this information? Why is the water high? Does it have the munchies? Perhaps she is supposed to bring it treats…

So, the Puddle wants Dim Sum. It’s got fancy, hipster munchies.

“… 1:30???”

Sister Madly was beginning to miss the good ol’ days, when messages were delivered via carrier pigeon- not that she was around in those days, but she misses them nonetheless.

Then again, that means a flock of pigeons would, at this moment, be cooing outside her window, with messages inviting her to join a Puddle with the Muchies for Dim Sum to commemorate the life of Art Bell- and pigeons have even less respect for windows than they do statues.

On the other hand, Sister Madly does have a few recipes for pigeon, and she’s been wondering where to procure such a beast… no doubt that is the tasty origin of the term “shoot the messenger.”

“UFO PIZZA!!!”

Sister Madly is pretty certain that Art Bell covered that topic at least once in his career, Professor, so she sees absolutely no reason to bring it up now.*

* 4:15 AM.

And if there is a pizza flying over your house, Professor, it is not a UFO.

“Space Cowboy Apollo.”

Tallulah… was your dear, sweet, angelic-younger-sibling-who-knows-where-you-sleep-and-has-access-to-a-spare-key-and-a-Phlebotomist just as maddening in days of yore? Be honest now… Sister Madly is trying to find the source of this Karma.

“Danger Bird on Ellipses!”

Update: Sister Madly has just fired Eric Idle as her messenger and switched to something called “Pebble.”

“Lunar Luau!!!!”

People throw pebbles, you know…

DRUNKEN SHEPHERD’S PIE

  • 1 lb lamb, cubed
  • 3-4 cups beef stock
  • 1½ cups stout, divided (1/2 cup; 1 cup)
  • Shot of whiskey (opt)
  • 1 onion, chopped
  • 3 garlic cloves, minced
  • Assorted vegetables, chopped (carrots, mushrooms, green beans, etc)
  • 3 TBSP Worcestershire
  • 1 bay leaf
  • 1 tsp ground mustard
  • 1 tsp thyme
  • ½ tsp sage
  • ½ tsp nutmeg
  • ¼ tsp cayenne, or to taste
  • salt, to taste
  • 1lb (approx.) potatoes/cauliflower, cooked and mashed*
  • cheddar cheese, grated

* Follow favorite mash recipe

FILLING:
Brown lamb on all sides; set aside
Add onions; sauté until translucent; 8-10 min
Add garlic; sauté 2-3 min
Add spices; sauté until fragrant; 30 sec
Deglaze with ½ cup stout; 2-3 min
Add lamb, vegetables, Worcestershire, whiskey, and remaining stout; bring to a boil
Reduce heat; simmer 1½ – 2 hours

TO SERVE
Divide stew amongst oven-proof ramakins (remove bay leaf)
Top with mash; sprinkle cheese over mash
Bake @ 400* for 25-30 min, or until mash is crispy

THEME SONG: For Whom the Bell Tolls, Metallica


Images:

2) Chris Clor

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41 responses

  1. Ward Clever

    I laughed a lot at this! Thank you for the levity this super awesome Friday morning! I really appreciate it. 🙂 ❤

    Liked by 1 person

    April 20, 2018 at 6:58 AM

    • If it brightened your day, than all those acrobatics were worth it. ;c)

      Liked by 1 person

      April 20, 2018 at 11:31 AM

      • Ward Clever

        I wonder, are you equally talented at juggling? 🙂

        Of course it brightened my day! Thanks.

        Liked by 1 person

        April 20, 2018 at 11:56 AM

        • It turns out that no, I cannot juggle… I’ve just discovered this in the last 2 minutes. But it’s good to know that my windows can withstand such a bit of blunt force trauma.

          Liked by 1 person

          April 20, 2018 at 12:51 PM

        • Ward Clever

          I didn’t mean to be blunt. I’ll be softer next time, I promise. Mustn’t hurt the Sister! That won’t do.

          Liked by 1 person

          April 20, 2018 at 5:47 PM

        • T’was my out of control attempt at juggling that was blunt, not the question of such an attempt… which had a softer approach…

          …a very, very soft approach,…

          Liked by 1 person

          April 20, 2018 at 6:38 PM

        • Ward Clever

          Yes… I can be gentle.

          Liked by 1 person

          April 20, 2018 at 6:47 PM

        • Indeed, you can, my friend.

          Liked by 1 person

          April 20, 2018 at 6:54 PM

        • Ward Clever

          Well, that’s good, right?

          Liked by 1 person

          April 20, 2018 at 7:11 PM

        • Without a doubt!

          Liked by 1 person

          April 20, 2018 at 7:18 PM

        • Ward Clever

          Thank you for saying so, Sister. I appreciate it, and you!

          Liked by 1 person

          April 20, 2018 at 7:21 PM

        • And I, you.

          Liked by 1 person

          April 20, 2018 at 7:24 PM

        • Ward Clever

          You have made me smile. I like you!

          Liked by 1 person

          April 20, 2018 at 7:29 PM

        • Tis mutal- let’s conquer this world!

          Liked by 1 person

          April 20, 2018 at 7:38 PM

        • Ward Clever

          Let’s! That sounds like great fun together! I’ll get the airship.

          Liked by 1 person

          April 20, 2018 at 7:40 PM

        • And I’ve got the cider… good timing- meteor shower peaks this weekend. Nothing beats an airship!

          Liked by 1 person

          April 20, 2018 at 7:44 PM

        • Ward Clever

          Do they? Then, nothing beats watching a good meteor shower from the air, drinking warm cider.

          Liked by 1 person

          April 20, 2018 at 7:51 PM

        • …or iced hard cider with a fuzzy blanket.

          Liked by 1 person

          April 20, 2018 at 8:07 PM

        • Ward Clever

          Or that. Look up at the stars, and some of them falling.

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          April 20, 2018 at 8:42 PM

  2. Points of Information.
    1. Whisky is not optional.
    2. See number 1.
    3. This is an optional theme and if you wore yours, you’d receive much more pleasant dirge announcements. Anita Ward, ~ ~ ~ ring my bell ~ ~ ~

    Liked by 1 person

    April 20, 2018 at 7:09 AM

    • I read point 1, then I read point 2… which told me to read point 1… I’m now stuck in a loop of reading points 1 and 2 and am unable to go onto the 3rd… WHAT HEX IS THIS?

      Liked by 1 person

      April 20, 2018 at 11:33 AM

      • Tis the wee folk Milady Madly, one of the shillelagh bearing wee folk…. nasty leprechauns!

        There is also an empty seat at the bridge table so I think I know which wee one it was that spun the hex.

        Liked by 1 person

        April 20, 2018 at 11:39 AM

  3. I didn’t realize Worcestershire was being sold off for culinary purposes. I wonder how many TBSP there are to the spadefull, and how many spadesfull (spadefulls?) to the acre? Oh well, it will certainly add ‘richness’. I presume you prefer certified organic arable, rather than any processed urban vacant lot? No doubt the true connosewer would be able to distinguish by taste between Mamble, Bell End, Lickey End, Feckenham, Suckley and Wyre Piddle. Possibly the great joy of Worcestershire is that none of those places are fictional. I’ve even been to some of them… and yes, laughed, though not in front of the locals. Now that’s what I call heritage.

    Liked by 1 person

    April 21, 2018 at 5:10 AM

    • I’m sure the dirt of Worcestershire is filled with nutrients and minerals, essential for those following a hunter/gatherer dietary lifestyle.

      Or would that be a hunter/gatherer/miner lifestyle?

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      April 21, 2018 at 11:18 AM

      • Hunter gatherer farmer potter… it’s famous for its potteries. I dare say that contributes hugely to the cuisine, having pots to cook in and plates to eat off.

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        April 22, 2018 at 12:35 AM

  4. Hahaha, needed that laugh, thank you.
    You have me considering how lacking in beneficial connections I am. I need to work on that

    Liked by 1 person

    April 26, 2018 at 4:23 PM

    • I, too, am lacking… then again, if WE are lacking, perhaps WE are the beneficial connection!

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      April 26, 2018 at 6:05 PM

      • Sadly for you I am also lacking in badass skills. Though I can make a really great lasagne and cheesecake, and I can take out splinters. Those are my mom-skills

        Liked by 1 person

        April 27, 2018 at 5:49 AM

        • And you write poetry!

          All worthy skills.

          Like

          April 27, 2018 at 12:07 PM

  5. Seriously funny!

    Liked by 1 person

    May 4, 2018 at 1:27 PM

    • Thank you!! ;c) It was, however, much less so while it was happening…

      Like

      May 4, 2018 at 1:57 PM

      • I’m certain of that. You have a brilliant sense of humor though. And I like the balance of dark and light.

        Liked by 1 person

        May 4, 2018 at 2:53 PM

        • Thank you- seriously, that means a lot from someone who has such an amazing grasp on poetry.

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          May 4, 2018 at 3:45 PM

        • I appreciate humor with darkness it’s really hard to achieve and I rarely see it. You’re very welcome I really enjoy your blog my friend

          Liked by 1 person

          May 4, 2018 at 3:53 PM

        • And I, yours.

          Like

          May 4, 2018 at 4:10 PM

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