Zesty!

What is happening in my house right now is so funny to me (perhaps because I am obscenely tired?) that I had to write about it.
Tomorrow E.’s best friend and I are competing chefs in an Iron-Chef style cook off.  Our friends get to be the tasters and the judges.  Because we are both nice, easygoing, and terribly busy, there’s been a bit of straying from the original rules (secret ingredient known beforehand, some pre-dinner prep work permitted).  After all, E.’s friend doesn’t live in Kitchen Stadium.
The “secret” ingredient is booze, which is great since I work for a beverage alcohol distributor and am literally up to my ears in the stuff.
So it’s 11:00 on a Friday night and I have just submerged two pork tenderloins in a crockpot full of beer and orange zest.  There are six empty beer bottles and a deflated orange on my counter.  Somebody should have had a real fun time here.  Instead, I want to crawl into bed the minute I put the lid on the crockpot so I wake up in time to type up my recipes for sides and dessert. But hey, you know what?  It does smell fan-f’ing-tastic in here.
That Iron Chef crown is totally mine.  I shall dream of it tonight.