Friday, August 31, 2012

Episode 102 - What the heck is the plural of Apocalypse?

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Seriously?!  What is it?  Apocalypses? Apocalypti? In any case, this is the story of the flea apocalypse.  Brace yourselves, it's a real page turner...or scroll-er?  Make yourself some dinner then join me back here.

Get in my belly!
Baked Eggplant Parmesan

1 eggplant, sliced into rounds
2 eggs, scrambled
1 cup panko breadcrumbs
1/4 cup Parmesan cheese, shredded
salt and pepper, to taste
1 cup tomato sauce (we used Dawson's homemade sauce)
1 ball fresh mozzarella, sliced into rounds
2 panini buns

First, preheat the oven to 375 F and make yourself a breading station - 1 bowl with the eggs, and 1 bowl with the panko, Parmesan and salt and pepper.  Dip the eggplant rounds into the egg, then coat well with the panko and cheese.  Put the breaded eggplant pieces onto a baking sheet and bake for ~20 minutes or until they start to brown.  If you find they're browning unevenly you can turn the pieces halfway through.
When your eggplants are nice and golden, take them out of the oven and turn on your broiler.  Build your sammiches - 1 bun, 3-4 eggplant rounds, a few slices of mozzarella and a big scoop of sauce.  Put the constructed sammiches back on the baking sheet and stick 'em under the broiler for ~3 minutes.  You want the cheese to get nice and melty.  Now serve and enjoy! Yummy!

Ok, so, the flea apocalypse.  It all started when we moved into our new house and found the backyard looking like this:
Holy Crap!
Basically, a complete, overgrown jungle.  As if that weren't annoying enough, this particular overgrown jungle was home to this little thing and 13 of it's nearest and dearest!
What a cutie!
14 cats!  14!  F.O.U.R.T.E.E.N. Wow.
So, being the bleeding-heart animal lover that I am, I couldn't just leave these cats in my backyard to starve (or get shot with Dawson's pellet gun, which he threatened to do after a group of them decided to attack our dog) so I decided to capture them one-by-one and ship them off to our local "no kill" shelter where they would get new homes.

So, for the next 3 weeks we had a pretty steady stream of kitties temporarily living in our basement while they awaited their trip to the shelter.  We fed them, gave them clean litter and were generally pretty darn good to the little fur balls.  It gave me the warm fuzzies...until the fleas happened.
About 3 weeks after the last of the strays left, our own cats started acting even more strangely than normal - making weird noises and grooming themselves like they had kitty-OCD.  A quick google search ("why is my cat acting crazy") lead us to the conclusion that my good deed of kitty-catching resulted in my entire house becoming the birth place of the flea apocalypse. Ugh.

To make an even longer story somewhat shorter, the flea apocalypse cost me two unhappy cats, $400 dollars for some prescription flea repellent and a can of insecticide furniture and carpet spray and my sense of security.  Moral of the story - never do anything nice.  It will make your bank account cry.

In other apocalypse news, I've heard word that the zombie apocalypse in coming.  This is serious, internet!  I want you to know that if this event comes to pass the the official meeting place is our living room.  It's flea-free now and it turns out I have a knack for zombie killing.
That is one dead zombie.  Not bad from 100 yards away!
Also, Dawson has been secretly stockpiling food essentials in our basement.  What a crazy.

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