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Get your ‘CHICKEN’ ON!

Poultry Crawl planned for Sioux Falls

The First Annual Poultry Crawl is set for February 25.  Participants will enjoy a progressive dinner where with a poultry appetizer, entrée, dessert and complementary wine at East Bank downtown restaurants K’s, Sanaa’s, and Josiah’s.  The event will start at K’s at 6:00p.m.  Tickets are $25 per person and must be purchased by Feb. 22.

Diners can mingle with farmers who can answer questions about how they raise and care for their poultry.   More details on the Poultry Crawl and to register, click here. Please contact Kelly Nelson at Ag United for South Dakota with questions at (605) 336-3622 or Kelly@agunited.org.

Lame.

 

I wasn’t aware of this, but it seems you can improve a team’s success by changing their mascot to a more menacing animal. In light of this new discovery, the Sioux Falls Canaries will now be called the Sioux Falls Fighting Pheasants. Take THAT Wichita Wingnuts! Your days of intimidating the lowly Canaries with whimsical alliteration are over!

Granted, the new name does better reflect the local (imported) wildlife. But other than different uniforms and letterhead, what’s the difference? Will the games be any more fun to watch – especially from the right-field party zone – now that we have a new mascot? Doubtful. Will the league expand to more than five or six teams so there’s a little variety to the opponents? Not likely. Will the team break into the real MLB farm team system so we can see future all-stars instead of the odd has-been? That would be nice. In fact, all the changes mentioned above would be great, and a real improvement to our local sports scene. But all of them are difficult. Changing a name is easy. I wonder which changes local baseball fans would prefer.

I know what I’m going to do in honor of the new name. Tonight, I will take the last two pheasants out of my chest freezer, thaw them, cover them in bacon, stuff them with garlic, onions, and peppers, and roast them at about 300 degrees in a pan with about an inch of beer in the bottom until delicious.

Now there’s something I can cheer for.

Raw Chicken; the new black market gold watch

I would of gave the man a ten spot out of pity. I wonder if your wrist turns green when you eat it?