Baseball, apple pie, mom, and hot dogs. All these things scream Americana, at least to me, and probably to you because you’ve also watched a million advertisements in your life about what America is. Those four words are on a cross-stitch somewhere. The reality is that football has usurped baseball and, of course, hamburgers took the mantle of Americana champions from hot dogs a long time ago. But what about apple pie and moms? Both are totally still f***able.

But what’s even more American than America? Being American and claiming to be from somewhere else of course! There’s nothing Caucasian Americans love more than having a great-great-great grand cousin from Dublin on Saint Patrick’s Day or an Aunt who swears during Octoberfest that she was Duchess Louise of Mecklenburg-Strelitz in a past life! I’m totally the same way! I self-identify as a Cleveland-American and my people emigrated west from the fishing village of Vermilion, Ohio to Pig’s Eye, Minnesota back in the aughts. We enjoy pirogi and walleye, pastrami from Slyman’s and sports teams that are no so great. We also know a thing or three about hamburgers.

Now the great thing about hamburgers and cheeseburgers is that they are infinitely customizable. Do you think each of Phillip Rivers’ nine kids has their burger the exact same way? Yes, because he’s an NFL player, so you know he’s all like, “trust the process” and “do your job” and “you are gonna sit there and eat those pickles unless you want to run laps.”

And that’s what we’re gonna do today. Not run laps because running is terrible. No, we’re gonna make customized burgers!

To accomplish this, we’re gonna take the two most American things we can think of-hamburgers and being from somewhere else-together to put a Greek twist on a Minnesota classic, the Juicy (or Jucy) Lucy. It’s spelled Juicy and Jucy because, as with any good origin story, THERE IS CONTROVERSY. Two different restaurants here in the Twin Cities claim to be the originator and the battle is contentious. Without taking sides in the debate, I prefer “Juicy” simply because it’s less likely to be written across the butt of some knockoff sweat pants. Our Juicy Lucy is gonna be called the Juicy Loúsi because I’m a totally a polyglot and not just taking what Google Translate gave me for a result.

For the uninitiated, the Juicy Lucy is just a cheeseburger but with the cheese coming from inside the burger. Yeah, that’s right. A Juicy Lucy is a meat and cheese Twinkie. Holy crap, you guys! When I first moved here, this blew my mind! Boom! It’s a cheeseburger, but you switch up where the ingredients live, add the risk of severe facial burns and it’s a whole new ballgame. With the first bite of a Juicy Lucy, the cheese splooges forth like that chest-burster scene in Alien and threatens to burn every piece of skin within a ten-mile radius of your mouth. Hell, the first time I wore my “It’s Tuesday Somewhere” taco shirt, I bit into one and a jet of cheese grease shot six feet straight up in the air and landed all over the front of my shirt. Totally worth it.

There’s not much to making a Juicy Lucy, but with a Juicy Loúsi there’s SO MUCH MORE. Since it’s finally cookout weather, we’re going add macaroni salad and deviled eggs to the menu. Don’t you ever tell me that I hide the recipes!

Ingredients

Macaroni Salad

• 2 Hard-boiled eggs
• ¼ – ½ Box elbow macaroni
• Onion
• Mustard
• Mayonnaise
• Paprika

Deviled Eggs

• Hard-boiled eggs
• Mayonnaise
• Mustard
• Paprika
• Yes, my deviled eggs and macaroni salad are very similar with different mustard and mayo deployment methods.

Juicy Loúsi

• Hamburger
• Gyro meat
• Feta cheese
• Raw onions
• Caramelized onions
• Tomato slices
• Spinach
• Tzatziki
• Buns or Pitas

Step 1: Hard boil eggs

If you need assistance hard boiling eggs, then you need more help in life than this recipe can give. Anyway, fill a pot with water that’s above the top of the eggs in the pot. Bring to a boil. Turn the water off and cover. Let it hang out for about 14 minutes. Drain and put them in the fridge for a few hours. Older eggs are going to peel better. Newer eggs may have the shell stick to the egg while you peel them making them look like extras in an Easter Zombie flick.

How many eggs should you make? Hmmm. Well, you’ll need two for the macaroni salad and then at least two more eggs for deviling and probably five more for testing purposes. Round up, carry the one and a dozen is probably safe for two people.

Step 2: Make the macaroni salad

Follow the instructions on the box to cook the macaroni. For the two of us, I do a quarter to half of the box depending on how many consecutive days we want to open the fridge and go “Uggh, more macaroni salad. Is this ever going to end?”

While the water is coming to a boil, cut up a small onion or half a large onion. The size of the pieces should be in inverse proportion to how easy you want it to be for your spouse to pick them out.

After draining the elbows, toss them in a large bowl while still warm. Dump in the onions along with two of the eggs (diced). Side note: If you want this to look fancy for a party, you can slice the eggs, cover them in paprika and place them on top of the finished product. While we might have all the time in the world right now, generally I just don’t bother. No one complains and it eats the same.

Now for the hard part. Dump in a bunch of mayo and a little bit of mustard. Mix it all up. Taste it. Add more mayo and/or mustard until the mixture is creamy and tangy at the same time. The ratio isn’t exact and it’s not like rocket science where we keep losing engineers to tasting rocket fuel. Make this enough times and you’ll know when it’s close to done by its dull yellow color.

Cover and refrigerate until cold.

Step 3. Make the deviled eggs

For whatever reason, people seem to LOVE LOVE LOVE my deviled eggs. Probably because I’m the guy who brings the deviled eggs to every party and I don’t ruin them by putting a bunch of crap in them.

Anyway, cut the eggs in half – longways, you guys AND DON’T FORGET TO PEEL THE EGGS FIRST. Put the yolk in a bowl and set the hollowed-out whites on a plate. Mix the yolks with mayo and mustard to taste—follow the same guidelines as making the macaroni salad.

My mother would whip the mixture making them super creamy. I prefer to use a fork and spatula because I prefer it rougher and find the occasional yolk nugget to be pleasurable. It’s like the only time you want your eggs to be chunky.

Fill the first egg with the mixture. Eat it to make sure it’s good. Fill a second egg. Call your significant other in to conduct further quality assurance. If you are sheltering alone, it’s cool to test the second one yourself. If you have a dog, do not give the dog an egg unless you enjoy asphyxiation.

Put the eggs in the refrigerator to cool. If you are going to consume them in the next few hours, you don’t really need to cover them. However, if you don’t want to run the risk of rogue eggs falling off the plate and plummeting to their doom, cover the eggs. Okay, good talk.

Step 4: Caramelize onions

My partner is good at a great many things, but enjoying raw onions isn’t one of them. So any time we have something that I think requires onions, I’ll caramelize some for her as a treat. It’s super easy, even if it’s a little time-consuming.

Cut up one big-ass onion, or a couple of smaller onions into slices—the outermost slice being about the size of your middle finger. Take a second and extend just your middle finger, examine it closely, look at it from the backside. Okay, good. You should have enough onions to more than cover the bottom of a frying pan.

Set the burner to medium-high heat. Put in about a tablespoon of oil. Once it’s shimmering, put the onions on top. Add about two shots of water and some sugar to aid in the caramelization process. How much sugar? I’m not sure, we’ve had these fancy Chinese sugar chunks for a decade and I toss like three in. Maybe two teaspoons.

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Let the onions cook away, every five to ten minutes flip them over. If it looks like they are starting to burn to the pan, add more water and scape that stuff off the bottom of the pan until it dissolves. As they start to brown and caramelize, you can turn the heat down. Keep cooking until they are brown all the way through and smell sweet.

Step 5: Make the Juicy Loúsi

Take the ground beef and make patties. However, make each patty half the size you normally would because you’re gonna mush them together eventually.

In one-half patty, make a dent in the middle (think of it like you are filling a deviled egg), make that dent as big as you want. Fill that hole with gyro meat and then cover with feta cheese. Take the non-dented pattie and place it on top. Mush them together making it one burger. Be sure to fully seal the burger while cooking.

We’ve also made two traditional Juicy Lucys with cheddar cheese because when this is all over, Pandemic Arteries are totally going to be a thing, you guys.

Cook the burgers to your liking. Normally a recipe blog would tell you an internal temperature, but you can’t take an internal temperature of a Juicy Lucy because then all the cheese would leak out making it a sad, hollow, hamburger, which, come to think of it, is kind of like my soul. I like my ground beef cooked to medium-well or well-done. Anything less makes me worry about exigent poops. And I know what you are thinking, Exigent Poops sounds like a fantastic band name, but believe me when I say, “no, no it is not.”

While cooking your burgers to taste, cut up some raw onion and tomato slices. Also, in a skillet cook a few pieces of gyro meat to put on the burger like some festive Greek bacon.

Once the Juicy Loúsi is cooked, place on a bun and cover with onions (raw or caramelized), tomatoes, more feta, more gyro meat, spinach and tzatziki. Also, put some more deviled eggs and macaroni salad on the plate.

Step 5: Eat dinner (please read before eating)

Normally, I wouldn’t provide instructions on how to eat and if you’ve seen my Taco Tuesday shirt, you know I haven’t necessarily mastered the eating process.

Okay, here goes. Eat the macaroni salad and deviled eggs first. If you made French fries or onion rings, eat those first. Top the Tater and Fritos? FINISH THEM! Eat any and everything that isn’t a Juicy Lucy on the plate first. Your life depends on it!

Now, the Juicy Loúsi is safer than other Juicy Lucys because feta doesn’t really melt. That said, it’s good to practice safety. Once you’ve eaten everything else on your plate, poke a hole in the Juicy Loúsi and check to see if steam is coming out. If there isn’t, maybe nibble at a non-exesitant corner because the burger is round (I don’t know I am not a geometrist, you guys). I really just do not want you to get burned by the cheese. If everything seems safe, go ahead and eat your Juicy Loúsi. You’ve earned it.

Good Curling!

Thanks for reading. If you enjoyed this blog, please consider picking up a copy of my book, Bare Bones Stones: A Welcome Guide to Curling on Amazon. It’s a great way to pass the time during shelter-at-home. Even better, buy a copy for that annoying friend who doesn’t know anything about curling but keeps posting every animated curling GIF on the Internet to your Facebook timeline.

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TL:DR Version: We’ve all been donating to a lot of stuff lately. Even the ACLU now has

enough to money to purchase a tank. That said, I still need a few bucks. Please take a few minutes to donate $5, $10 or $20 on my behalf to support Lupus research here. Be sure to put “Ingersoll,” “That guy from the Twitters,” FlyoverJoel,” or “Hey Dummy” in the sponsorship line.

If you are still interested in that reading gig…
We’ll start with a syllogism:
The average curler walks more than two miles in a game.
The Lupus Spiel has a three-game guarantee.
Therefore, I will cover nearly three more miles than a 5K.

This means your Polydactyl Cat Awareness 5K can suck it, Lydia.
Okay, that was really rude to fictional Lydia, but this is important. A cure for lupus is just a stone’s throw away and you can help!

What this really means is that your donation on my behalf to the Lupus Spiel will go at least twice as far (geographically) than it would for other bipedal-based fundraising events. And, at no additional cost to you, people will scream at me for hours on end!!

The Lupus Spiel is a pro-am. That means average curlers like me are paired with really talented curlers. Like *really* good curlers. Two years ago, I curled with Val Sweeting, one of the top money winners in Canada. Last year, I teamed with two-time Olympian Jessica Schultz. This year it could be even be Kevin Martin (that would be like getting Brett Favre to quarterback your flag football team but with less pants on the ground). Or maybe, I’ll curl with someone whose name rhymes with…um….Schmessical Jultz. Okay, trying to rhyme Jessica or Schultz with anything is like trying to rhyme with “orange.” Completely terrible.

Before this really gets “Too Long; Didn’t Read” the Lupus Spiel is a charity bonspiel

(curling tournament) that matches amazing curlers with regular schmucks like me to raise money for (Spoiler Alert) Lupus research. It’s a great time, and last year the event raised over $50,000 for research to help those with this awful disease.

In the past few years, I’ve written a lot about the symptoms of Lupus, so if you want to learn more take a look at the Mayo Clinic.

So I know a lot of you have already been shelling out money to lots of worthy causes recently, but I’d appreciate it if you’d send a few bucks my way. Like really appreciate it. $25 bucks would be great (more would be even better), however if money is tight, $5 or $10 would be fantastic as well. All you need to do is go here. Then slap my name into the Sponsorship box and make your donation – you can even skip past all that text!
Be sure to let me know you donated so I can give you a hug in person or online (I don’t see the donations in real-time).
As always, thanks!
Joel

Life isn’t always as terrible as the internet leads us to believe.

Thursday night for example, Fiona and had an amazing evening at the Blink 182 show. We didn’t go out on Friday, but scrounging for dinner I had a small amount of leftover spaghetti and a salsa verde microwave burrito. Italian and Mexican on the same night? Only in America! Today, Fiona and I are going to drink some beer in the fall sunshine and watch live music at the Summit Backyard Bash with Bob Mould as the headliner.

Other than our cat’s 5:30 AM air raid siren meows, life is pretty good.

Before heading out into the sunshine, we had something much more important to do. This morning we attended Hiram College Alumni Volunteer Day in the Twin Cities. Hiram AVD is an important annual appointment for me. For all of us, it’s easy to fall into a comfortable routine where you don’t even *think* about people in the world who aren’t experiencing life in the same way you are. Alumni Volunteer Day breaks that cycle. If you don’t think that’s important, just take five minutes and listen to all the screaming TV heads bemoaning how America has gone to crap. By all measures, that’s not the case, but when you can’t adjust to competing world views, you get mired in a pit of anxiety, fear and despair that you can’t escape.

Hiram College AVD takes me out of my comfortable Saint Paul cocoon and, while I just go to the suburbs to volunteer at a food bank, it provides me the great opportunity to ruminate on how fortunate I am and reinforces how important it is to help others.

With that in mind, I toddled off to Second Harvest Heartland in my Hiram College shirt to spend a few hours thinking about someone other than myself.

Because this is our fourth rodeo, with experience stacking tortillas, bagging apples and onions, and counting carrots, we skipped the introduction and got right to the good stuff. Pounding oats. By pounding, I don’t mean beating them to a pulp, but instead bagging and sealing them in one pound bags. For two hours, we scooped, poured, squished, weighed, sealed and packed oats until we, and some other volunteers, packed 928 pounds of them. That’s the equivalent of 773 meals and our mighty Hiram four accounted for 172 of those meals.

As usual, I have a list of things I learned during Hiram Alumni Volunteer Day while at Second Harvest Heartland. For all citations, please reference Second Harvest Heartland Hunger Facts: http://www.2harvest.org/our-impact/hunger-facts/#.V9RFTpgrKUk

1. Tonight, 600,000 Minnesotans will not know where their next meal is coming from. It’s not a question of where to obtain food, but rather how they can purchase it.

2. 80’s music is the best to listen to while doing repetitive labor. Madonna advising us to “get into the groove” right at the start set the tone for a productive morning. This also reminds me of one of my favorite tweets that few other people enjoyed: https://twitter.com/FlyoverJoel/status/320581794053382147

3. Opinion Alert: Anyone who suggests we should cut “entitlement” funding to programs like SNAP should be required to volunteer at a place like Second Harvest Heartland. Families aren’t going to stop being hungry just because some politicians reduce program funding because to them it’s just a line item on a budget.

4. My first “adult” job was in 1988 working at a marina. My first day on the job, I counted worms into Styrofoam cups for four hours—it might have been icky but at least I didn’t have to wear a beardnet.

5. While it’s a good feeling to help, I’m just one person. It takes 1,500 organizations and over 40,000 people annually for Second Harvest Heartland to serve 77 million meals to 532,000 people. That’s a lot of people and money. Good people who all deserve our thanks.

6. Instead of donuts, I wish I could carry around a baggie that contained a donut bakery smell and just pull it out for a furtive whiff when someone is wearing too much perfume. I’d also like a second baggie that smells like freshly ground Caribou Coffee beans, and a third baggie with a burrito smell. Basically, I want to be your drug dealer but with wonderful scents.

7. In 2010, the University of Minnesota Food Industry Center estimated that hunger costs the state at least $1.6 BILLION annually in healthcare, hospitalization, medication, education, and other things like lost productivity at work or school. Imagine spending just a fraction of that upfront to reduce hunger and the benefits we could reap as a state.

8. My wife and I make a good team when it comes to manual labor. Like a really good team. We are still probably really bad at canoeing.

9. I think I now have the skills to start my own overpriced, yuppie focused, organic trail mix.I plan to call it Pumpkin Spice Kale ‘n’ Nuts.

10. It’s great to say, “See you next year!” to my fellow Hiram alumni at the end of our shift when I know they will be back next year–even if they missed the beginning of the Gopher game (again).

11. Our group included a High School freshman who was in the process of logging 100 hours of volunteer work at Second Harvest so he could get a certificate to help get him into a good college. Sucker.

12. Why don’t I do this more often? Why don’t we all do this more often? That’s an important question. Because it’s really easy to get focused on the next concert, the next food truck, the next Minnesota State Fair (had to mention it, didn’t I?) and forget that there’s a whole world of people who are not having the same experience as you—and that life experience is not so great.

Humans are both communal and insular at the same time. This means we seek out others like us and project that framework on the world because it’s comfortable. It’s agreeable to us, but also creates dangerous stereotypes (why don’t these hungry people just get a better job? I pulled myself up by my bootstraps with no help, why can’t they?). It’s so much easier to know we know something about other people (like the food insecure) and it is to actually learn something about them.

For one day a year, Hiram College gets us back out there as a reminder that we can do good for others—especially for those who aren’t having those not so terrible lives. After four years of education there, I can’t think of a better lesson learned.

The pictures started on February 6th. Fiona and I bundled up against a cold and gray background with the sign for Afton State Park photobombing us in the lower right-hand corner. We were smiling, despite wind chills below freezing and my recent exclamation that uphill is terrible (I used stronger language) just moments before as we trudged up and down the packed snow and ice for a meager 4 miles of hiking. The sounds of me panting and the snow crunching underfoot were punctuated by a raucous high school skiing competition being held just outside the park.

A few weeks later, I posted another picture of us in front of a sign. This time from Wild River State Park. Nerstrand, Whitewater, Carley and Lake Maria State Parks followed through the end of March. As of last Sunday, we had visited 18 different Minnesota State Parks, and hiked 116.24 miles together. Some of it was amazing, like the sandstone potholes at Banning State Park and the stunning hike along the Saint Louis River at Jay Cooke. Others were more death-marchy, like a wind chilled 8.7 miles across the tundra at Saint Croix State Park, sweating out a bonspiel on a Sunday afternoon at Interstate State Park, or our Quixotic sprint through a bug infested 2.2 miles at Moose Lake (Spoiler Alert: In this reboot, we were the windmills futilely swatting at mosquitos THE WHOLE TIME). With a short jaunt through Charles A. Lindbergh State Park this Friday where we hope to learn all about the baby, and a longer Saturday hike at Itasca State Park, home of the headwaters of the Mississippi River, we will have finally reached our goal.

“And what is that goal?”, you are probably asking yourself, or if you are on Facebook, have already asked me at some point since March.

Our goal certainly wasn’t to increase the overall handsomeness of the internet by plastering photos of the two of us all over Facebook.

Our goal was simple, and to us, an important one. In celebration of the 125 anniversary of Itasca State Park, the second state park in the United States, the Minnesota Department of Natural Resources rolled out their 125 Miles by Bike, Boot or Boat campaign to celebrate. Propel yourself forward in any Minnesota state park (on a bike, canoe, kayak, or shoe) for 125 miles and get a sticker. A sticker that is 477% cooler than your 26.2 marathon sticker.

But why will it take us 175 days to cross that 125-mile threshold?

Because Fiona is an attorney, and because I like a thorough structuralist framework to inform my world view, we came up with a few more rules for our participation in the challenge.

1. We would only count miles hiked together. All those random trips I made from Fort Snelling State Park to Minnehaha Falls for a shrimp po’boy at Sea Salt don’t count.
2. We would only count miles hiked in a park once. All those random trips we made from Fort Snelling State Park to Minnehaha Falls for shrimp po’boys, could only be logged once. (This is why we’ll have visited 20 different state parks).
3. We’d finish the 125 at Itasca State Park, where the Minnesota State Park system began.

This covers what we were doing, but not the why.

I could argue that I’m just getting into walking shape for the Minnesota State Fair, or that nothing tastes better than brunch and a beer after gamboling over some rocks and through the mud for seven or eight miles, or even that there is little in life better than turning your phone to airplane mode by choice rather than aviation fiat. There are many healthful reasons to go hiking, but if you aren’t convinced here are some other reasons to go hiking:

1. It takes at least 2 ½ hours for your Candy Crush lives to recharge.
2. Since June of 2004, you’ve been running a severe “listening to Tom Petty while driving on the highway” deficit.
3. You enjoy seeing litter and/or graffiti in the most remote parts of your state.
4. The last item on your bucket list is to be eaten by a bear.
5. Showering on a Saturday is overrated, but you don’t own daytime pajamas.

The other reason why we are doing the 125, is that I needed a goal. When Fiona suggested this back in January, I thought it was a great idea, and that it was a nice midrange challenge for us. Something that we could accomplish, but would involve effort while simultaneously showing incremental results. Ticking off mile after mile (not picking

off ticks mile after mile) on a spreadsheet and stamping our Minnesota State Parks passport, gave us another weekend goal to reach beyond “well, let’s make sure we get the laundry done and get to Costco.” It was an opportunity to look forward to something during the week, even if it was digging through Trip Advisor or Yelp to find some cool place to eat a very sweaty post-hike brunch on Saturday. Or making the day a grand adventure by touring the August Schell Brewing Company in New Ulm after a morning at Flandrau State Park.

Goals aren’t the only reason we are compelled to hike. Getting to all these parks gave us the opportunity to see some pretty amazing wildlife. Eagles and swans and deer and all sorts of creatures, but nothing tops the Godzilla sized turkeys we saw just hanging out in front of an apartment building in Saint Paul before we even got to nature! That’s not quite true. Minneopa State Park has bison. Other parks have squirrels the size of baby bison. This is a fact.

At Whitewater State Park, there was a sign to report any dead radio collared squirrels to the DNR office. I looked at Fiona and asked, “If we find a live radio collared squirrel, are we supposed to kill it and report it to the DNR?” She said no—probably because the squirrels could eat me whole and then go after Fiona. While we are up-to-date on how to survive a bear attack (yell, “Hey Bear!”), there aren’t many publications explaining how to repel a giant deranged squirrel.

There is a massive off leash dog park right next to Fort Snelling State Park that you can walk through on the way to Minnehaha Falls and for the dogs it is the best place ever in the history of dogkind. A dog goes flying past us, stops, looks in every direction and takes off again. He repeats this every five to ten yards. We realized his owner had tied his little bag of doggie business to his collar (assuming this dog is a male because all dogs are males) and the poor canine was trying to escape and couldn’t.

There are 75 State Park and Recreation areas in Minnesota (plus numerous other state forests and places of interest), and many of them are within a two hour drive of the Twin Cities. Just hauling yourself out of bed at the same hour as a workday means you can get to a park, enjoy some nature, have lunch and make it back home in time to mow the lawn (boo!) or take a restful nap (yay!) with time to spare before dinner. If you have a water bottle, sunscreen, Deep Woods Off! and some shoes, hiking doesn’t have to be a production. The Minnesota DNR charges $25 for an annual parks pass, which is probably the best deal in America this side of mailing a letter to Guam.

I would assume other states are the same. You don’t have to make grand gesture by hitting a National Park to get your nature fix (the one you might not even realize you need). There’s even a website www.stateparks.com if typing your state’s name into Google is too much digital effort. Either way, you probably aren’t too far from one of those handsome brown highway signs directing you to a state park. And if that isn’t compelling enough, let me share with you all the brochures I have about ticks.

Tweet4Meat 5: This Time It’s Delicious

It’s time for #Tweet4Meat 5, and my egg bake game is tighter than Tom Selleck at a grandma convention.  This year we are expecting the best jokes (they will still be terrible) and the largest amount of money (which will not be terrible) raised since this project began five years ago.

What is #Tweet4Meat?

Why, it’s only is the only tax-deductible hashtag [citation needed] on Twitter.  For a whole week, some of the funniest people on the Internet will tell jokes (often food-related) and encourage others to donate to Heifer International via our FirstGiving page.  In the past four years, Tweet4Meat has raised more than $24,500, and this year we are raising the stakes (pun intended) by aiming for $10,000.  That’s about 500 flocks of ducks, 333 hives of bees or funding for five female-led farming cooperatives in Nepal (oddly specific, but on task).

What can I do to help?

The easiest thing to do is give right here.  You can write your own jokes and share the #Tweet4Meat hashtag and this link (bit.ly/tweet4meat2015) to encourage friends, family or that creepy dude who stars all of your tweets to donate.  Can’t think of something funny to say?  No worries, retweet #Tweet4Meat jokes with vigor! It’s your Twitter and you dig it the best, baby.

This thing again, really?
Yes. Don’t be a jerkpants about it.

Why Heifer International?
Because meat jokes are always funny to our inner 12-year-olds, and the stoners took #Tweet4Tacos.  The real reason is that Heifer International funds projects from Arkansas to Angola to help empower people to change their lives.  They don’t just drop a goat on someone’s doorstep and say, “Have at it!” They help communities increase income and assets that enable them to develop stronger, sustainable local economies.  Heifer International also works to educate women and promote gender equality through its opportunities.  What could be more important than that?

You can read more about Heifer International on its website.

I’m a socially conscious vegetarian, can I help?

Yes. While we can’t guarantee that our collective donation won’t go to a goat, we can promise that it won’t go to goat steaks.  Heifer International doesn’t deliver meat to a community.  They deliver hope for the future in return for a pledge to pay that gift forward.
Give a family a goat and the next year it has baby goats (BABY GOATS), those baby goats (BABY GOATS) are given to another member of the community.  Within two decades the entire community is making goat milk for use in overpriced lattes in Manhattan [results may vary].

We appreciate any and all contributions to Tweet4Meat. If you have an idea or an incentive you’d like to offer to help reach our goal, let me or @juicymorsel know so we can help ensure it’s shared widely.

Remember: The chicken only crossed the road to look for a sustainable farmer — and a rooster. Probably a rooster.

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Here’s a list of amazing people committed to participating in Tweet4Meat 2015

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Each year, Hiram College organizes an Alumni Volunteer Day in early September. It’s an opportunity for alumni across the United States to get together and work in their communities while also wearing free Hiram College t-shirts.

In Cincinnati, Ohio they made baby quilts for a children’s hospital. This afternoon in Chicago, Hiramites will be at Feed My Starving Children in Shaumburg. In Minneapolis/Saint Paul, we picked the hell out of some carrots.

Peter Piper has nothing on us.

During our time at Second Harvest Heartland, we worked side-by-side with a small volunteer team from Honeywell (you know, the people who made your desk fan and/or the guidance system for your ICBM) and managed to bag and box 4920 pounds of carrots–which makes about 4100 meals (although, I hope dinner isn’t just carrots).

Pull them out of a giant box. Weight them in 5 pound increments. Dump them into a bagger. Tie the bag. Put them in a box with six bags. Repeat for two hours. It doesn’t sound like hard work, but it wasn’t sitting at a desk all day either.

This was a big learning year, so here are the 15 things new things I picked up in 2015 (15 in 2015? Don’t steal this nifty idea, you guys):

Note: All citations of statistics on hunger are taken from Second Harvest Heartland’s Hunger Facts.

1. I don’t think I ate a single donut in my four years at Hiram, but now they are an integral part of the AVD experience. This year we got donuts from SugaRush in Saint Paul, which were fantastic. I’ve come to realize the whole non-profit volunteer economy is driven by exchanging labor for t-shirts and donuts.

2. There are 600,000 people in Minnesota and Wisconsin who are at risk of missing a meal every day. This isn’t, “I was sooooo busy at work today that I didn’t even take a lunch.” Instead, it’s people who miss a meal because they don’t have food or have skipped meals because they are afraid of running out of money before the next paycheck.

3. I enjoy AVD because I get to sleep in on a Saturday all the way until to 6:20 AM.

4. The worst drinking game ever is the one where each time Sting belts out “Roxanne,” you eat a carrot.

5. We do these things because it’s the right thing to do. It’s that sometimes we just need a little nudge–like a cruise director for good to get us organized and moving in the right direction. It’s easy to look at your job and life and just let yourself be too tired all the time to help. Hiram AVD is a reminder to get out of our own heads and into the community.

6. Hunger costs the state of Minnesota $1.6 billion (BILLION) in healthcare, hospitalization, medication, education and lost productivity at work or school. That’s a lot of money and a huge impact on a state – just imagine the impact in your own community.

7. Change is weird. “You changed your shirts?” was the second most popular question this year. The most popular was, “Where is Hiram?”

8. Last weekend, I was contemplating throwing out the shoes and jeans I am wearing today because I forgot why I was keeping them. It was reminder that I’m not doing enough physical labor. It’s nice to get lost in the routine and focus on other things like the cheesy 70s, 80s, 90s and today radio station–even if they play songs from when I was in college sandwiched between songs from the early 80s and essentially collapse the first 50% of my life into an seven minute, carrot infused, montage.

9. Second Harvest Heartland serves 532,000 people annually in Minnesota and Wisconsin. More than 33% are under the age of 18 and 10% are over the age of 60. So get this, 43% of the people getting assistance are the most vulnerable in our community.

10. I really enjoyed the music today. Nearly every song can be adjusted to be about carrots. I even considered an alternate title for this essay: Going Down the Rails on a Carrot Train. I did realize, that while Eddie Money and Van Halen makes great potential carrot tunes, Rush is a bit more challenging.

11. There are some weird looking carrots and some giant carrots. I saw one carrot so big that Tonya Harding probably could have had it used on Nancy Kerrigan.

12. Fiona and I had a discussion this morning about Fitbits being considered as jewelry at Second Harvest Heartland or not, and then I realized that either way it’s disgusting germ vortex just dangling out there on the end of my arm all of the time. It does, however, pose the existential question: if a Fitbit isn’t there to perceive its agent perform an act, did it actually occur in the physical plane. Did I actually do anything before my Fitbit was there to witness it? It doesn’t track carrot bagging so maybe this is all a dream.

13. I’m pretty sure I lost my innocence as a child when I realized Bugs Bunny and the Road Runner were just animated anthropomorphic prop comics.

14. Second Harvest Heartland’s partners served 74 million meals in 2014. This is roughly the equivalent of serving every person in Lorain, Ohio breakfast, lunch and dinner every day for an entire year.

15. When you think about what we accomplished today, it was great to help out. But wow, we made such a tiny contribution to an organization that helps parts of two states, that it’s hard to fathom how much money, effort and volunteer time it will take to solve the problems of hunger and food insecurity in the Twin Cities and across the United States.

TL;DR Version: I’m relentless at raising money. Please donate $10 to the Lupus Foundation of Minnesota on behalf of my team.

 

 

 

 

As the weather transitions to summer, the trees green and thoughts of lawn care pop into my frontal lobe, one would assume that it would be time for me to lovingly pack my curling broom away in the basement for a few months.

One would be wrong.

Or as my teammate Clint explained, “Saturday is the Wisconsin fishing opener, but I don’t

fish. So curling it is.”

The weekend of May 1-3, I will be curling in the Lupus ‘Spiel USA at the Four Seasons Curling Club (you know, the one from Curling Night in America) with two friends and one, not yet determined, really, really, really good curler.  And we need your help, specifically a small amount of your money, but more on that later.

So you might already be asking yourself, what in the world does curling have to do with Lupus?  Well one is a quirky sport that most people don’t understand while Lupus is a disease that most people don’t understand.  I fall into the latter category myself.  When I decided to sign a team up for this bonspiel, I didn’t know much more about Lupus than it was some running gag on House.

Here are some facts about Lupus from the Lupus Foundation of Minnesota:

•         Lupus is a chronic, complex and prevalent autoimmune disease that affects more than 1.5 million Americans.
•         Lupus is difficult to diagnose because its symptoms come and go, mimic those of other diseases, and there is no single laboratory test that can definitively identify the illness.
•         More than 90% of lupus sufferers are women, mostly young women between the ages of 15 to 44.
•         Women of color are two to three times more at risk for Lupus than Caucasians

The symptoms of Lupus are horrible and debilitating.  Lupus can attack nearly every different system of the body.  If working an office job for 45 years were a disease, it would be Lupus.

So you might be thinking, “Joel, if Lupus is hard to detect and the symptoms are even harder to treat, is there really anything that can be done about it?”  I would propose that you already know that I’m Cleveland sports fan, which means I’m always steadfast in my hope against incalculable odds.

A number of Olympic and National Champion curlers are donating their time and money to participate in the Lupus ‘Spiel USA and one will be assigned to skip each team.  It’s just another way the spirit of curling drives people to do better and be better competitors and community members.  In other words, instead of me yelling at my teammates for an entire weekend, someone else gets to yell at me.  And since yelling is my favorite part of curling, we’re all making sacrifices for a good cause.  Think of it as shelling out a few bucks to have me yelled at, because you’ve all wanted to yell at me at some point in your life.

So I need your help.

The Lupus ‘Spiel USA is planning on raising $25,000 for the Lupus Foundation of Minnesota.  I’d like to be responsible for $2000 of that total.  Which means, I need 200 of you to donate $10. Or 100 of you to donate $20. Or any mathematical permutation in-between that I could figure out on my graphing calculator if I only knew how to use it.

To donate, please visit my team page.

For more information on Lupus, please check out the Lupus Foundation of Minnesota.

You guys remember curling, right? You know, that quirky sport you only think about every four years during the Winter Olympics?  Well I’m sneaking it back into your collective consciousness during non-peak hours.  This weekend I’m competing as a last minute sub in The Big Spiel, a ninety-six team curling tournament held in the Twin Cities.

You already know what Big means, a movie starring Tom Hanks, but you might not know what a Spiel is.  Spiel is short for bonspiel and is often defined as a drinking tournament interrupted by curling.  Its origins as a word are disputed as being either Gaelic or Germanic, but linguists can all agree that it’s a rather jaunty word to say.

The Big Spiel is a four day event organized by the Twin Cities Curling Association where teams from as far away as Texas (nothing says a winter vacation like a -23 wind chill) and Canada (closer than Texas) curl at three Twin Cities clubs: the venerable Saint Paul Curling Club, the high-performance Four Seasons Curling Club and my home away from home, the Frogtown Curling Club.  Each club has its own personality and frame it with a Faber College metaphor, Saint Paul is Omega Theta Pi, Frogtown is Delta Tau Chi and Four Seasons is the Administration (I’m totally kidding, you guys. Don’t put me on double secret probation).  As each club is unique and special in many ways, it gives local curlers an opportunity to experience throwing rocks and socializing at each location and gives out of town teams a chance to measure themselves against the competition in a hotbed (coldbed??) of American curling, Saint Paul, Minnesota.

Bonspiels are a little different than most adult recreational sports contests.  Unlike other sports, you might have an opportunity to test your curling mettle by going up against a current or former Olympian or national curling champion (imagine showing up at a softball tournament and having to pitch to Joe Mauer) and you  get to test your emotional strength by getting absolutely clobbered by that champion.  Also, bonspiels are self-policing when it comes to determining talent level.  Typically teams estimate their skill level during the signup process which often leads to teams playing down to win or overestimating their talent and going home with some losses and orange slices as consolation.  At a bonspiel, it’s different.

Instead of single or double elimination, bonspiels have a game guarantee.  For The Big Spiel (and yes, I do say it like THE Ohio State University), it’s a four game guarantee, while for less massive spiels it’s typically three games.  As you win or lose in the first three games of the Big Spiel, you move into different Events.  If my team wins our first game, we stay in the Event A bracket, and if we lose, we move to Event B.  Losing the second game might drop us to Event C, and so on.  After three games, you have all of the 3-0 teams in one Event, all the 0-3 teams in another bracket and so on a so forth for each permutation of results (this feels a lot like math, but I promise it isn’t).  Now that the teams are sorted into some sense of skill level, game four becomes essential for survival.  Everyone who wins that fourth game stays in the bracket and everyone who loses is out.  So yes, you could be 3-1 and you are metaphorically golfing with a team that is 0-4.  The rest of the way out, it is single elimination.  Until you have winners for each Event—in this case eight teams will have a chance to compete for an event title.  It keeps it interesting for less experienced curlers and lets you know how you stack up.  The guarantee games are completed by Saturday night which means the goal for nearly all curlers is to play on Sunday.

Even if you don’t make it to Sunday, there is still breakfast to be chewed and beer to be swallowed which also means that once you lose at a bonspiel, it never really means you are out.  As bonspiels are as much a social event as they are a curling tournament, there’s plenty of opportunity to share in the fun even after you are eliminated.  You entry fee did help buy the kegs, and they aren’t going to drink themselves.

For those of you who don’t like words and reading and stuff, you can donate here: Tweet4Meat.

As I write this, I’m eating a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich–which is like the most delicious Triple Crown of animal products this side of the magical turducken. All too often, we take for granted that we can pop down to the store and buy anything we want to eat, or after a few beers, all of the things.

However, to be a little less uplifting, there are millions of people in this world who don’t get to transition from a pumpkin spice latte to a peppermint mocha. Tweet4Meat gives you an opportunity to help those less fortunate and lead them down the path of hating kale.

This Again?

Yes, this again. In the last three years, #Tweet4Meat has raised $15,452 for Heifer International. If all of that money was spent on honey bees, it could create 515 bee beards for those in need. Spent on women’s empowerment? 56 girls get to go to school.  #Tweet4Meat is a great opportunity to help the international community and to raise people out of poverty.

What is Tweet for Meat?

#Tweet4Meat is a week-long event where some of the brightest and funniest people on Twitter tell jokes and encourage people to donate to Heifer International so that we can make the world a better place. This year it starts on Taco Tuesday, December 9^th and runs through Taco Tuesday, December 16^th.

Who is Heifer International?

Their own words are better than mine:

We empower families to turn hunger and poverty into hope and prosperity – but our approach is more than just giving them a handout. Heifer links communities and helps bring sustainable agriculture and commerce to areas with a long history of poverty. Our animals provide partners with both food and reliable income, as agricultural products such as milk, eggs and honey can be traded or sold at market.

When many families gain this new sustainable income, it brings new opportunities for building schools, creating agricultural cooperatives, forming community savings and funding small businesses.

What Can I Do to Help?

The most important thing you can do is to donate here: Tweet4Meat2014. You can also favorite and retweet the Tweet4Meat jokes you enjoy and write your own with the #Tweet4Meat hashtag. Please note: We do not get some mythical donation for every retweet. That would be cool, but it doesn’t exist. Tweet and retweet with enthusiasm, but don’t forget to donate!

I’m a Vegan, Why Should I Help? Also, Did I Mention I’m a Vegan? Vegan.

Some people are under the misconception that #Tweet4Meat is paying to airlift hamburgers to remote places in the world. Those people are dumb. Heifer International supports sustainable agriculture and education. Including helping to empower women in places where they’ve never even heard of a Kardashian. Now, just because you can waddle down to the gluten free, vegan frozen yogurt shop whenever you want, doesn’t mean everyone else can.

Participants

UncleDynamite – JuicyMorsel – VocabuLarry – FlyoverJoel – gneicco – Smethanie – OhNoSheTwitnt – CabbageNews – TheBosha – TheWallStBull – HeyitsLori – shanethevein – LifeCoachers – SteveHuff – BDGarp – Greeblehaus – Home_Halfway – LaetPO – shariv67 – theguydf – longwall26 – primawesome – MariyaAlexander – FattMernandez – $pencer – pleatedjeans – PeachCoffin – DothTheDoth – LizHackett – WigCannon – chris_steller – DanielRCarrillo – yobully –  PoguePhilosophy – LostCatDog – Playing_Dad – ImaFlyontheWall – UrplePingo – ScottLinnen – WarrenHolstein – BuckyIsotope – SamGrittner – Yoyoha – Erin Mallory Long – ShawnGarrett  – ManginaMcCool – dragnut – goldengateblond – VerifiedDrunk – TheNardvark – IGotsSmarts – AmberTozer – WetzelGeek – TheThomason – SCbchbum – GrowlyGrego – theblowout – MarcusTheToken – Ch8rming – Stellacopter – marcmack – susie_meister – RexHuppke – MrWordsWorth – heymonroe – JennyPentland – AaronFullerton – ReelQuinn – Cheeseboy22 – samuelheard – FilthyRichmond – robfee – theleanover – RockabillyJay – exlibris – ProfessorSnack – CoatCzech – CodyMelcherEsq – brentcetera – jerryRenek – cpinck – UNTRESOR – dietredbull – drivewaydranker – TwiterHero – behindyourback – anythingatonce – karentozzi – vladchoc – juskewitch – lafix – hiimles – frozensighs – angelahelga – John_M15 – Hormonella – dorsalstream – Pauly_Miller – ToneLoaf – curlycomedy – cortronic – SortaBad – Kyle_Lippert – TheThryll – MrBigFists – sucittaM – NicCageMatch – kelkulus – tinynietzsche – northpacific – Travon – BillMc7 – MmeLaCrooz – KAH4553 – slyoung5 – Ristolable – SamReidSays – Jedfudally – anythingatonce – jwynia – calluptome – keplyq – Manda_like_wine

Want to be on this list of amazing people? Let me or @JuicyMorsel know on the TwittersDotCom.