Last night was Blogger Bunko. Blondemom and Malia hosted it.
I had never played Bunko before, but it turns out it’s one of those games that is deceptively simple. You just roll some dice and hope to get some numbers. But the nice thing about games with deceptively simple rules is that it lets everyone jump right into playing and the group adds its own fun touches.
Anyway, Malia’s got the rundown, though somehow she neglected to mention the most amazing feat of the evening, when Elizabeth (Gunner’s wife, for those of you who read Say Uncle) rolled two Bunkos in the same round. She won two prizes at the end of the night. There was some talk among the Democrats of taking half her prizes and redistributing them to the people who didn’t get any, but once we rememebered that she was a gun-toting libertarian, we thought better of the idea.
Also, on a side note, Knuck has expanded the menu at the Mothership. There’s chicken now, which is delicious. Even the white meat is juicy as all get out. And green beans, which I did not know about until I saw them on someone else’s plate. I don’t know if they’re any good, but they looked yummy. And baked apples.
My god. Try the baked apples.
In a perfect world, you would stop off and get yourself some cold beer and a little thing of vanilla ice cream. You’d order pulled pork, cole slaw, and baked apples. You’d ask Knuck to keep the beer you’re not drinking yet and the ice cream cold for you. You’d eat the pork and the cole slaw while drinking the beer as needed. And then, you’d put a big old scoop of vanilla ice cream on those baked apples.
I’ll give you a minute to savour that.
Anyway, yes, the baked apples. They count as a side, but really, they are a fabulous dessert.