It be a fine day to
raise th’ Jolly Roger!
Aye, me hearties, it be officially Speak Like A Scurvy Pirate Day.
Way back in th’ beginnin’ ‘o ’tis blog, I did a message all in scurvy pirate shout, ‘n me thoughts were ‘o makin’ it a recurrin’ theme on Life wit’ Lorelai. All ye pirates seemed to have such a jolly ruckas wit’ Yo-Ho, Yo-Ho, A Treasure Find Fer Me.
So, here me be on ’tis grand day, brin’in’ ye another message from th’ salty sea.
It had be a long summer at sea without th’ comforts ‘o a wee sand in me boots ‘n some meat in me belly, when me ship finally sailed into Lorelai Lagoon to set anchor. Th’ pier swayed wit’ th’ tide, ‘n creaked ‘n groaned as we disembarked.
Yarr, t’was a warm summer evenin’ wit’ just th’ hint ‘o an autumn crispiness in th’ air as th’ sun set in all its glory. Me belly was a rumblin’ fer anythin’ that did no’ crawl out ‘o th’ bunghole. I scurried me way to Lucky Luke’s to scarper me some grub ‘n a bottle ‘o spiced rum.
Th’ barmaid was a beauty to be sure, ‘n offered me a late summer – early fall grub from over th’ fire. Pullin’ her atop me knee, I drew close to her ear, and told her as long as it did no’ come from th’ sea, it would be fine wit’ me. Th’ wench jumped up ‘n swished her skirts as she quickly went behind th’ bar fer me bottle.
After I swallowed down a couple ‘o snorts ‘o spiced rum, th’ barmaid came wit’ me skilly and duff. Th’ sight ‘n smells were beyond me imaginin’s–an onion seasoned chicken, baby red potatoes, ‘n apples grilled over th’ fire. She hoisted a tray full ‘o crusty bread ‘n fresh butter, tomatoes ‘n cucumbers from th’ garden out back. T’was times like these that gave me twisted thoughts ‘o bein’ a land lubber.
Bein’ th’ barnacle-covered scurvy pirate that me be, I managed to secret away wit’ a recipe. Now, I do no’ want to be known as selfish or greedy, so I gunna share it wit’ ye. ‘O course, if a few gold doubloons happen to fall into me pockets, well, who would I be to object to such a kind gift?
Onion Seasoned Grilled Chicken
1-packet Onion Dip Mix
4-6 Boneless Skinless Chicken Breasts
Rub cleaned Chicken with the Onion Dip Mix. Place in a ziplock bag and refrigerate at least 1-hour before using. Let chicken warm to almost room temperature before placing on the grill.
‘Tis makes fer a tasty treat indeed, when ye have be out at sea fer so long. I woe ye find it to ye likin’, me bucko.
‘N b’fore I be off, lift high ye glass matey in a toast to me ‘n thee.
“Here’s to ourselves, ‘n hold ye luff, plenty ‘o prizes ‘n plenty ‘o duff.” ~ A fair fine drinkin’ toast as recorded in Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson.
What tickles ye whiskers on Speak Like a Scurvy Pirate Day?
Ye be havin’ somethin’ fancy fer skilly and grog?