OHH, What a night! Who is gonna clean up this mess?
Chef Cecil is all about having a good time, but remember Safety First! I stress food safety because of an incident that happened back in the day (wow is been a few decades since this happened).
One hot summer evening, I was out with my buddies cruising in one of the guys newly acquired Muscle Car. As we rode thru a random neighborhood we passed 4 girls getting out of a car at a house that had lots of cars parked around it. We hurried up turned around and got out our car. When we got closer to the house it was confirmed. Yep, it was a cookout. OMG, Jack Pot!!! So many beautiful people packed into that back yard and I did not know anyone. This was no time to be shy. I took a swig of my Route 44 Cherry-Limeade drink and walked in that yard and my friends and I acted like it was our party. We met new people, had plenty of laughs, and it was an all around great time. It appears the celebration was for some guy that had just gotten out of jail and his 2 nieces had graduated from a university both happened the same week. Although both of those are reasons to celebrate, I can't shake the feeling that the nieces got the short end of that deal.
Ahh the memories.... Just like a wedding crasher we blended in and ate the food from the grill just like the people who were officially on the guest list. I remember some of the girls saying how yummy the chicken was so of course I tried it (between you and I it tasted like lighter fluid, but I was not gonna tell the scary guy with the even scarier tattoos working the grill that fact). They had so much food like: Chicken, sausages, hamburgers, hotdogs, BBQ Baked Beans, Potato Salad and other stuff. Some of it was really really good. Ok everything tastes better when it free and you happen to be a poor college student.
Later that night or early the next morning. That's when it all began. M-I-S-E-R-Y!!! I was awoken to a bad stomach ache that quickly turned into a cramp. Then, hot flashes?!?! WTF?? What is happening to me? That is when I got that magical feeling. I jumped out the Bed and ran to the Bathroom. I could not figure out which way to turn first when I got to the toilet. Sitting down seemed like a good, but so did kneeling on the floor. Heck so did the Fetal position, but what was clear was action is about to happen from two directions at the same time. I will spare you the details of Mudd Butt (Dave Chapelle already gave us a great visual on that) and me becoming a Gold Medalist at the Hurl Olympics. Fyi... It is impossible for you to explain to anyone why you threw up into their clothes hamper and think you will hold onto your dignity when the story is over.
The next morning my buddies and I discussed the previous nights chain of events and I quickly learned that I was not the only person that destroyed a bathroom that morning. Well, it appears that we all were pretty bad off. Gasp...We Party Rockerz or Party Crashers all experienced mild FOOD POISING!
That's what we get for crashing the party and eating all that food from total strangers!!! If there could be a 13th commandment I would say though shall not follow attractive women to strange cookouts. Perhaps Confucius already wrote about this and I did not get the memo.
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