a short list of things I won’t be doing while attending a neighbor’s barbecue this afternoon
discussing politics, beyond the bitter partisan rivalries in the martial arts world
wearing a kilt
putting ketchup on a hot dog
— in fact, were I to put ketchup on a hot dog, and the response of one of the other attendees was to beat me over the head with a plank of fencing, I’d harbor no ill feelings toward that person or persons
because ketchup on a hot dog is just fucking wrong
period.
Jenga!
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Neighbors are nice. My neighbor right next to me is a gay sex addict who works at a Major Studio and mostly I just say hi to him sometimes when I have to. My other neighbor was a dancer who is afraid of bugs. I met him when he knocked on my door and said hi I’m sorry to bother you but there’s a bug, a very strange bug, in my apartment. He was breathing really fast. I walked next door and he pointed to the carpet and said that’s where it was, the very strange bug. So I looked and I said that’s a carpet stain. He said I think it may have skittered under the bed while I jumped up onto the couch. So I got down on my hands and knees to look under the bed and for a second I felt a blunt object coming towards my head and imminent captivity under what would generally be considered pretty depraved conditions but that didn’t happen. So I looked and looked but never found a bug. I went to take my trash out later that afternoon and he was sitting outside in front of his apartment with his phone trying to find a place to stay for the night. I haven’t met the new neighbor yet, but I’m all kinds of excited to.
My neighbor’s are these two over-weight lesbians and their adopted black male child (seriously). They have one of the smallest lots in the sub, so they felt it wise to go with an above ground pool and I think it’s been really unfortunate for all of us. I mean everything was ok until they decided to add that deck to the pool. TMI.
Anyway, it’s been neat to watch the kid grow-up, but he is starting to hit that awkward phase and just about every time I’m out doing my thing in the yard, working on that old truck, grilling or whatever, he’ll stop everything and watch me real close with the wonderment of a fatherless child.
They seem like really nice people, but there is an unnecessary distance between us. Sad really, but I’m not the type to force myself into another persons private life, so I’ve just been going along with the “Hey Neighbor” hand waves and taking notice of where the “lifeguards” are located.
You’d need a gun to do in one of thos Jerusalem crickets! Or, a pair of boots and a willingness to have a reeeeeeeally messie spot on the floor after you stomp it…
Reminds me of when I had just gotten loose from the University. I was living in an apartment in Sarasota that was wall to wall old folks. But hey the rent was cheap, the air conditioning worked, and the pool was always empty.
Anyway I come home one evening after work to find my little fossilized neighbor lady waiting at my door. She tells me there is a copperhead snake in the breezeway by the mailboxes. So I’m thinking to myself ‘there are no copperheads in south Florida, must be a king snake’ which I then politely (read: patronizingly) say to the little old lady. She just smiles and shakes her head as I round the corner of the breezeway and come foot to fang with an honest to Satan little orangey pit viper.
Now Florida has alot of water mocassins/cottonmouths and they can be really ornery, but tend to calm down once they get a few feet away from the watery areas they prefer. I’ve been chased by more than one why trying to retrieve a golf ball from a hazard, so I was used to their attitude – you run and they calm down and go back to their business. Now this copperhead was not as big as your typical cottonmouth, but he was really pissed off, and he was already attached to my shoe.
Thankfully he had missed my toes on the first strike. On the second strike my foot was already coming back and he missed leather and instead embeded a fang in the tip of the rubber sole. So my reflex of pulling my leg back has now deposited this snake directly below me. He’s still focused on that same foot (that I’m now holding up at knee height) and doesn’t seem to realize that he could lay into my left calf at any time. I’m thinking this is a real lose-lose situation but we both chicken out at the same time, me leaping forward off my left leg and him continuing on further behind me.
I didn’t stop until I was well out of the breezeway and onto the grass. Then I circled back around the building, calmly confirmed to my neighbor her accurate identification of the snake, retreived a pitching wedge from the apartment, then went back and dispatched the snake so that my little old lady neighbor could retreive her mail unmolested.
Good job. That’s very lucky. Copperheads don’t kill you unless maybe you’re already ready for the iceberg but a lot of people don’t appreciate that they mess you up bad. Mocassins too. I blame tv. Every few years or so someone we know in Texas walks into their backyard and gets popped. Ugly business. Way worse even than what venomous immersion blenders do I think.
If you get a free moment and want to help me scream at these idiot officials calling the West Virginia – East Carolina game on the TV I would appreciate it.
Man, you guys have more interesting hoods than me. I don’t have any neighbors. I use to. Now it’s just us, the deers, and skunks. A groundhog lives near the driveway.
But we do have REALLY weird bugs out here. Honest. I should take pictures. And, I finally got hummingbirds coming to my feeder, but BOY are they protective. It’s like they own the damn thing. I went out to fill the seed yesterday, and they buzzed me twice.
Ms Tralwind on authors rights vis a vis republican misappropriation of Heart’s “Barracuda”:
[…] “It doesn’t have to be a legal issue. It’s a moral one. [emph. mine–sdferr] They wrote it and they performed it and they would prefer it not be used in a political way. That wasn’t enough for McPalin though. So Heart came out and said Palin doesn’t represent THEM (not all women) as American women.
What is so wrong with them not wanting their music to be used? They didn’t come out and tell you to vote for Obama. They didn’t tell you NOT to vote for McCain. In fact, Heart has never been a political band. [In fact, as she avers in her next sentence, they have–sdferr] Sure they’ve played benefit concerts for democratic causes, but they’ve never really been a political band. All they said was they felt their song and they were being misrepresented [emph. mine–sdferr] by the RNC and to please not use it…and THEN yes, they made the statement about Palin not representing them. Again, compared to what all the blood thirsty republican EX Heart fans have been posting, that was tame and benign.”
Mustard (the yellow kind, of course) on my hot dogs. Yum.
I would definitely have sex with that Heart lead singer (can’t remember her name at the moment), but then, I’ve always preferred my women a bit on the zaftig side.
And that would be a good thing, because while I was well and truly pleasuring her, she’d be keeping her mouth shut (except to howl in ecstasy, of course).
I’ve been a Heart fan for decades, and until today I never knew they were the least bit political. WTF, girls? They used that song ONE fucking time, at their convention, PERIOD. And you can bet your pretty asses that it will never be used again, except on moldy oldie radio.
Hotdogs are the cheapest, the bottom rung of all the linked ground meats. That someone would get bent out of shape over how another dresses their hotdog is silly.
You know, I’m sitting here with a kilt pin and Glengarry badge next to my keyboard — I forget just how they got there… maybe too much ketchup ??? No really they’re there. “PRO REGE ET PATRIA” … oh God, bring me more Heinz………
And, although it is widely consider to be the California roll of Indian Cuisine I do love chicken tikka masala, with vegetarian korma coming in a close second.
I used to really like Mr. Mustard, although it is impossible to find in the south now, and I think the company is no more. A sad thing because it was a truly great spicy mustard.
The only way to eat a hot dog is to make sure its an Oscar Mayer Weiner and then get it right out of the pack and eat it at fridge temp like it was a pickle. Cooking a hot dog is like cooking baloney or vienna sausage. Its just dumb.
in fact, were I to put ketchup on a hot dog, and the response of one of the other attendees was to beat me over the head with a plank of fencing, I’d harbor no ill feelings toward that person or persons
You and Fisk, eh? Into that justifiable-beating-by-a-native thing. Who’d a thunk it.
well, I spent most of the day helping paint the theater lobby and bathrooms (some orangey beige, which is much better than the stark white it’s been for years). they fed us pizza for lunch but didn’t have pepperoni. WTH? plain pepperoni is the only correct pizza. so long as we’re talking about those kinds of things. but I was nice and didn’t beat anyone. cleaning and painting was enough of a beating as it was.
You know, some Saturday nights this place is hopping. My husband is watching his SECOND war movie right now (and I’m not feeling it) … so of course, Jeff is BBQing and I’m bored.
yeah, RTO’s in OKC this weekend. I’m trying to catch up on stuff I’ve missed this week. rehearsals really cut into my blog reading time, the iphone helps though.
I got a wicked buzz going and I am severely pissed off about the football game and I would love to beat the shit out of a troll right now and you guys have ran them all off.
Somebodies is going to have to man up and take me on.
Name the issue and assign me a position, I don’t give a shit.
Carin, there are worse things he could watch all the time, I guess. We always made fun of my dad for loving and watching Sleepless in Seattle over and over. maybe it’s a Tom Hanks thing?
Saving Private Ryan really loses it’s edge on the ninth or tenth time of viewing.
discuss.
You need to upgrade your surround sound and start doing acid when you watch it. I prefer setting the system up in a tent in the backyard, makes digging the foxhole a lot easier during the opening.
The only place near mine where I can call the people living there neighbors — as in, I see them — is owned by the local NBA team. They house no-name roster-fillers there for the short time they’re in town. Even being a huge basketball fan, I’ve only recognized two of them, and one of them only because he’s a rapist (not that one…or that one).
One guy seemed to think I was going to recognize him, I guess because I was wearing a Suns hoodie when I biked past, so he turned around too fast and fucked around with his phone like we were in an elevator. Some black guy.
Usually the place is empty. They just park Bentleys there. Bentleys with tightly compressed rap song titles on the license plates.
I’m moving soon. The thing I’ll miss most is that when my rear lights randomly fail in an irreproducible way, right near my place — not-widely-recognized vintage cars are like that, you know — how very concerned the local police are about it. If I were a cynic, I’d say that something on my drivers’ licence has the mysterious power to make them forget what a breathalyzer is. But I know they’re only worried about my safety. Because heroes are like that.
Those gigantic old console beasts from Goodwill has the best chance of surviving the amphibious landing I have found. This isn’t a mission for new technology, I want proven warhorses under me.
Well, watching the flick in a foxhole would certainly liven things up.
My day went from football, to “When We Were Solders†to “Saving Private Ryan.â€Â
In this case I would recommend sneaking up behind and ambushing him in a skimpy little sniper’s outfit. Or maybe a skimpy little ninja outfit. Or a skimpy little Nazi outfit. Are you picking up a theme here?
Maggie, my dog buried a bone today in the forest. he’s a goof. he’ll bury stuff, then in a few days we’ll see him move it to another spot. Last year, he found a bagel, and he must have kept that thing moving from hole to hole for six weeks.
oh man, Education Guy, when I was in college I loved the 7-11 King Coney. with taco sauce. but 7-11 doesn’t have those anymore. They’ve decided to offer higher quality food. bastards.
I dunno maggie, 7-11 has all these odd and strange things next to the hot dogs now that I’m mostly just afraid to look at. Elitist meat-like wraps or somesuch. The world is passing us by I think.
Were I to attend a BBQ in the back yard of most of my neighbors, it would involve standing around a large hole that had only recently been dug with a backhoe borrowed from one of their employers, filled with the coals from an all day burning of massive quanities of mesquite, and commenting about the goat that had been pitched down in the hole on top of said coals. It’s kind of a fucked up habit they brought from across the river, although over there they usually don’t have access to a backhoe. The goat is usually pretty damned good when wrapped up with tortillas that the signoras have fixed from scratch. And some nice pico.
I just hope they never fuck up and hit their sewer line, something that’s not really an issue in the old country.
Neighbor to the left is a busy body gossip. I could do without. Neighbor to the right is a very sweet older lady who unfortunately just lost her very irascible, curmudgeonly, wonderful husband to cancer. I am working on being a curmudgeon. He was my mentor. He’s missed.
As for hot dogs? Hebrew Nationals are the shizzle. When in Atlanta, no visit is complete however, without a visit to The Varsity. A loaded dog with an FO will do a body good.
Dre – No ketchup for the sushi – just soy sauce, fresh ginger, and wasabi! Can’t find ketchup here either – except at McDonalds, but they are very protective of their packets here, ketchup hoarding would ensue.
There is evil in the world, and it involves putting ketchup on a hot dog.
Thank you Jeff for advising me the correct way to eat a hot dog. I missed that growing up in Indonesia (where they put ketchup on a grilled chameleon).
I’ve never seen that show. I kind of tried to watch the one about crabs but I didn’t really get very much into it. I think generally the only thing I like about reality tv is that they usually have really jazzy opening credits. The crabs one didn’t even have that really.
They got a reality show now kinda like Baywatch, about lifeguards in San Diego. Called beach patrol I think. It’s got bikini’s and stuff.
Not so much running though, which was one of Baywatchs strengths. Sometimes there’s drunken girl in bikini catfights though. That’s when the police get called in and I wish I was a police officer, but just watching the police officers is more fun than, say, when you watch cops.
– lee. They generally shoot that at OB (Ocean beach – former home of the local hippy/artists colony), or in Mission bay on the inside islands. I wish they’d shoot it at Blacks beach below the hang glider cliff.
Yeah that’s the one. There’s another one called Ocean Force that’s in Florida and it’s mostly spring break stuff. It’s more cops than lifeguards, but there’s still drunken girls in bikini’s so it’s all good.
Ketchup on a hot dog is beyond wrong. Which brings me to this. I’ve heard some disturbing things about Palin’s propensity towards banning books from the public library. Any truth to this, Alaskan lizards? Banning books and ketchup on hotdogs? Twin evils that must always be confronted!
I think the story is that she considered banning books from a library. I don’t know if she actually went through with it or not. I have the feeling she didn’t, given the wording I have seen on the subject. For all we know, some group came forward and wanted a banning, and she told them she would consider it, and then didn’t do it.
I have relatives in Alaska who would have nothing to do with banning books, and they think she’s the real deal. So, I presume there was no actual banning.
#68
“Saving Private Ryan really loses it’s edge on the ninth or tenth time of viewing.
discuss.”
The whole premise that a commander would squander an officer and a squad of experienced soldiers to find a lone private while a huge battle is being fought doesn’t hold water.
Other than that , it was a fine film
I never could bring myself to sit down and watch “Saving Private Ryan”, even though I do like Tom Hanks as an actor. For one thing, I knew full well how gory it was going to be, thanks to Steven Speilberg wanting to make sure that all and sundry know just how horrible war is (well, duh). Besides, I’d seen “The Longest Day”, and 20th Century Fox and Cornelius Ryan got that point across quite well, and without having to rub the audience’s collective nose in assorted dead soldier’s intestinal tracts, brains, hair, teeth, eyeballs, etc.
Nor was the premise original, based as it was on the story of the Sullivan brothers, five guys from Iowa who were all serving on the same Navy ship in the Pacific during World War II. Unfortunately they all perished when their ship was sunk following the battle of Savo Island. And yes, there was a movie made about them, called “The Fighting Sullivans”.
Brown mustard is for stale soft pretzels you buy off of a homeless guy a couple of blocks from the Vet. You need it to kill the germs. Who needs hotdogs when you’ve got cheesesteaks?
I think the story is that she considered banning books from a library. I don’t know if she actually went through with it or not. I have the feeling she didn’t, given the wording I have seen on the subject.
The story I heard was that shortly after becoming mayor, she asked the librarian how you would go about having some books removed from the library. The librarian told her such things weren’t really done, and the matter was dropped.
“Hotdogs are the cheapest, the bottom rung of all the linked ground meats”
Ah, but there’s always scrapple to make hot dogs look all gourmet and stuff.
Hotdogs are NOT BBQ. I know this and I’m not even from the Carolinas. Don’t tell me that its a gas grill either. Might as well use a Bic lighter to warm your Tube Steak.
All in all, a bit too contrived for me. YMMV.
Actually, it’s a great movie. RIght up there with Glory for emotional impact. Ted sez “Check it out!”.
yeah, I learned that the hard way when one of RTO’s cousins got married. I was all looking forward to BBQ at the rehearsal dinner and then it was just grilled chicken and hamburgers.
Barbeque is a lot a colloquial thing, what it exactly is. It’s very charming. I love America and its meats I don’t care what the International Panel on Climate Change says I love America and its meats. You are what you eat I think.
I like a little ketchup on a hotdog. I can’t figure out why it is so hated.
I don’t actually eat hotdogs much now, but when I was a kid, there was no ketchup stigma.
All the kids had ketchup. Mustard was eschewed.
Sometimes when I’m nostalgic for Castle Wolfenstein I’ll make my husband and kid bratwurst with grainy mustard and sauerkraut on the side. I guess that’s the proper way to eat a sausage.
Sort of. Like down yours and Ric’s way, beef brisket is real popular. Over here in the southeast, we like pork shoulders. But we all agree that you smoke the meat to make a plate of barbeque. Smoke is the verb, barbeque is a noun. Up north, they barbeque all kind of damn food, even vegetables. Now I love me some grilled zucchini and squash as much as anybody, but that ain’t fucking barbeque I don’t care how colloquial you try and make it.
There are bodies buried in the sand all over the beach in Coney Island. Put ketchup on a Nathan’s hot dog and you quickly find out there’s a steep price to pay for such an insult.
Banning books – probably not that great of an idea. A freedom “don’t” if you will. But banning trans-fat? Little Debbie was in a spiral trying to get their Swiss Cake Rolls to do the flavor clog dance in your mouth again. That’s a freedom and fat “don’t”.
I never knew that what condiments a person uses could be such a divisive issue.
I admit, I always looked down on anyone that would pour a sauce over a good steak, but get bent over it? It’s not like I’m going to eat it, so I think not.
A hot dog? A HOT DOG?! Jeeze, they are made of chicken lips and cow asses! How could pouring anything over them be a crime?
These are my new favorite really not that bad for you at all thing for when I want stuff involving sauce. Food for when you are watching episodic broadcast network television programming mostly. It comes with some sweet and sour but I just use that to make my own more spicy one.
oh. You eat the SCRs while your drunk friends try cooking the pizza various ways before deciding that they’ll just go ahead and microwave it. And then you have the SCRs for dessert. It’s all a lot classier than it sounds.
Maggie, my dog buried a bone today in the forest……he must have kept that thing moving from hole to hole for six weeks.
You know, Carin, I’ve left you alone for quite some time now. But it’s this kind of Freudian comment that you bring out every now and then that reminds me of your beautiful family with seven or eight children. YOU GO GIRL!
You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me.
So I don’t feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I’ve found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.
oh. Sdferr . The Chung’s things have been reasonable at Ralph’s … less than $4 for the little ones … I haven’t done the 20-ct yet but I probably should. Also there’s a coupon at the site I linked which would be nice if I had my printer set up at home but I let New Girl borrow it for her project … that I’m doing. To be honest the thing I like best about the Chung’s thing is that they come from Texas so that feels good (Houston), but also they for real are healthy unlike my other Texas frozen foodstuff thingers. Here (Austin). Those ones are very very tasty but not near as healthy as Chung’s so I get them to take for lunch just sometimes or I get their bigger family lasagna thinger if I have a lot to do over the weekend and know I won’t be attempting to cook. But the thing about them is that their pasta actually has for real pasta texture … maybe not quite perfectly al dente but the closest I’ve ever had from frozen. I love consumer packaged goods. It’s a thing.
Oh. The Chung’s ones I noticed were actually less than the ones that are Ralph’s own brand, which I had never noticed they had their own brand of taht before. So there may be a promotion going on. Ralph’s did their own eggrolls and lettuce wraps and spring rolls. I got the lettuce wraps to try just cause they looked healthy and nuking a lettuce wrap sort of fits my image of the man I want to be.
So it looks like about a buck a pop, though maybe less if I get the 20ct. Their website says Publix Albertsons Winn Dixie in Fl. but doesn’t mention the bigbox stores. Looks like a good thing to have on hand though, I must say.
When it comes to pasta, I just make my own (every 2 to 3 days or so anymore) since I been finding it kinda fun and definitely cheaper.
oh. I do the whole wheat pasta – it’s gotten way better than it was at first, and is way better nutritious than regular, but just sometimes cause you have to cook the pasta, and then you probably should chop up some kind of vegetable and maybe a tomato. Meanwhile you have to do some kind of sauce which I usually just do a sort of anchovy garlic olive thing. It’s a big project and then you have to clean up.
Hate cooking. That’s the only cool thing about Star Trek I thought was the food-o-matic thingers. Kitchen Aid really needs to get on the stick I think.
I admit, I always looked down on anyone that would pour a sauce over a good steak, but get bent over it? It’s not like I’m going to eat it, so I think not.
My BIL came to live with us for a while back when we were in AZ. I grilled up some real nice venison steaks I got in Montana. The fucker put ketchup on his. I could have gutted him with a fork. We still continued to feed the heathen, just reserved the cheap stuff for him since all he ever tasted was the ketchup.
Crap, now happyfeet has me thinking egg rolls. To the Oriental Inn, it is.
Anyway, power down to go watch my vaunted Dolphins — and by “vaunted” I mean “faulty” — play, well, pretty much as expected, and I miss a lot. Like a couple other good folks who don’t have the ketchup hang-up.
And this was just my point: “A hot dog? A HOT DOG?! Jeeze, they are made of chicken lips and cow asses! How could pouring anything over them be a crime?”
A few other things–
Johnsonville IS crap. Kroger brand brats are better (not by a lot). There was some forgettable festival downtown a couple years back and J’ville had a big (what we call) gut truck. They served their sorry excuse of a brat with no sauerkraut in sight.
Sauce on steak is a no no. Ketchup on steak is a sin. Even the cheaper cuts, if properly prepared, require no sauce.
“Smoke is the verb, barbeque is a noun. Up north, they barbeque all kind of damn food, even vegetables.”
Agree. Grill is also the verb. You can grill anything (charcoal, not gas). You eat barbecue.
Don’t be bad mouthing 7-11 dogs. I’ve had a couple of July 4ths in SEAsia were the nearest thing to American food I could find was a 7-11 dog with mustard and onions to celebrate the day.
Horse pucky. I’ve made any number of sauces, toppings, what have you for steak, and they rock. I’ve made steak with bourbon whiskey sauce, filet mignon with gorgonzola cheese, red wine and pistachio sauce, and filet with fresh tomato/mustard/soy sauce.
That’s just recently. Good sauce for a good steak adds to the flavor, it doesn’t cover it up. Of course, if you’re the kind of guy that wants to just walk up to a barbecued hog and saw off a 1 lb hunk and eat it just like that…I say, to each his own.
How do we stand on baby universes? Dark Lord Rove has sent me nothing on this.
Hmmm…well, I, for one, think we should do away with any inconvenient baby universes. Or at least put them up for adoption. But at a minimum, we ought to provide tax relief for the prospective parents.
Have a great day, all!
How about Chili and onions on that dog?
Neighbors are nice. My neighbor right next to me is a gay sex addict who works at a Major Studio and mostly I just say hi to him sometimes when I have to. My other neighbor was a dancer who is afraid of bugs. I met him when he knocked on my door and said hi I’m sorry to bother you but there’s a bug, a very strange bug, in my apartment. He was breathing really fast. I walked next door and he pointed to the carpet and said that’s where it was, the very strange bug. So I looked and I said that’s a carpet stain. He said I think it may have skittered under the bed while I jumped up onto the couch. So I got down on my hands and knees to look under the bed and for a second I felt a blunt object coming towards my head and imminent captivity under what would generally be considered pretty depraved conditions but that didn’t happen. So I looked and looked but never found a bug. I went to take my trash out later that afternoon and he was sitting outside in front of his apartment with his phone trying to find a place to stay for the night. I haven’t met the new neighbor yet, but I’m all kinds of excited to.
Mrs. Heinz-Kerry is not amused.
I didn’t really know there were strange bugs in LA, well maybe other than those ones that guy Pellicano uses.
I didn’t really know there were strange bugs in LA
Well, they do have these.
One of those would freak out just about anybody, I’m thinking.
69mm is a purt’ big bug. Damn sight bigger than the molecrickets we’ve got down here (29mm).
Jenga, indeed. Well played, sir.
Only thing I’m putting on my hotdogs at a cookout this weekend is rain.
Damned tropical storms — why don’t they go back to the tropics where they belong?
My neighbor’s are these two over-weight lesbians and their adopted black male child (seriously). They have one of the smallest lots in the sub, so they felt it wise to go with an above ground pool and I think it’s been really unfortunate for all of us. I mean everything was ok until they decided to add that deck to the pool. TMI.
Anyway, it’s been neat to watch the kid grow-up, but he is starting to hit that awkward phase and just about every time I’m out doing my thing in the yard, working on that old truck, grilling or whatever, he’ll stop everything and watch me real close with the wonderment of a fatherless child.
They seem like really nice people, but there is an unnecessary distance between us. Sad really, but I’m not the type to force myself into another persons private life, so I’ve just been going along with the “Hey Neighbor” hand waves and taking notice of where the “lifeguards” are located.
You’d need a gun to do in one of thos Jerusalem crickets! Or, a pair of boots and a willingness to have a reeeeeeeally messie spot on the floor after you stomp it…
#3 ROFL!
Reminds me of when I had just gotten loose from the University. I was living in an apartment in Sarasota that was wall to wall old folks. But hey the rent was cheap, the air conditioning worked, and the pool was always empty.
Anyway I come home one evening after work to find my little fossilized neighbor lady waiting at my door. She tells me there is a copperhead snake in the breezeway by the mailboxes. So I’m thinking to myself ‘there are no copperheads in south Florida, must be a king snake’ which I then politely (read: patronizingly) say to the little old lady. She just smiles and shakes her head as I round the corner of the breezeway and come foot to fang with an honest to Satan little orangey pit viper.
Now Florida has alot of water mocassins/cottonmouths and they can be really ornery, but tend to calm down once they get a few feet away from the watery areas they prefer. I’ve been chased by more than one why trying to retrieve a golf ball from a hazard, so I was used to their attitude – you run and they calm down and go back to their business. Now this copperhead was not as big as your typical cottonmouth, but he was really pissed off, and he was already attached to my shoe.
Thankfully he had missed my toes on the first strike. On the second strike my foot was already coming back and he missed leather and instead embeded a fang in the tip of the rubber sole. So my reflex of pulling my leg back has now deposited this snake directly below me. He’s still focused on that same foot (that I’m now holding up at knee height) and doesn’t seem to realize that he could lay into my left calf at any time. I’m thinking this is a real lose-lose situation but we both chicken out at the same time, me leaping forward off my left leg and him continuing on further behind me.
I didn’t stop until I was well out of the breezeway and onto the grass. Then I circled back around the building, calmly confirmed to my neighbor her accurate identification of the snake, retreived a pitching wedge from the apartment, then went back and dispatched the snake so that my little old lady neighbor could retreive her mail unmolested.
I just don’t see how you get from “kilt” to “hotdog”. What’s with THAT?
Never mind. McGehee emailed to say you get there by way of haggis.
Good job. That’s very lucky. Copperheads don’t kill you unless maybe you’re already ready for the iceberg but a lot of people don’t appreciate that they mess you up bad. Mocassins too. I blame tv. Every few years or so someone we know in Texas walks into their backyard and gets popped. Ugly business. Way worse even than what venomous immersion blenders do I think.
If you get a free moment and want to help me scream at these idiot officials calling the West Virginia – East Carolina game on the TV I would appreciate it.
Man, you guys have more interesting hoods than me. I don’t have any neighbors. I use to. Now it’s just us, the deers, and skunks. A groundhog lives near the driveway.
But we do have REALLY weird bugs out here. Honest. I should take pictures. And, I finally got hummingbirds coming to my feeder, but BOY are they protective. It’s like they own the damn thing. I went out to fill the seed yesterday, and they buzzed me twice.
I hope West Virginia wins. I love the smell of burning couches.
As for hotdogs, I won’t eat the damn things unless it has ketchup, mustard, and onions.
I haven’t eaten a hot dog since I quit that job at the hot dog stand next to the hockey rink in that mall where they filmed the 1st Dawn of the Dead.
It’s been a rainy day. I went down to the basement to put away some garden tools and the wall by the door was covered in hoppybugs. No I mean paved.
They got theirs, though, cause the perimeter spray was on the steps.
Nuke them from orbit, Sarah &ct.
Ms Tralwind on authors rights vis a vis republican misappropriation of Heart’s “Barracuda”:
[…] “It doesn’t have to be a legal issue. It’s a moral one. [emph. mine–sdferr] They wrote it and they performed it and they would prefer it not be used in a political way. That wasn’t enough for McPalin though. So Heart came out and said Palin doesn’t represent THEM (not all women) as American women.
What is so wrong with them not wanting their music to be used? They didn’t come out and tell you to vote for Obama. They didn’t tell you NOT to vote for McCain. In fact, Heart has never been a political band. [In fact, as she avers in her next sentence, they have–sdferr] Sure they’ve played benefit concerts for democratic causes, but they’ve never really been a political band. All they said was they felt their song and they were being misrepresented [emph. mine–sdferr] by the RNC and to please not use it…and THEN yes, they made the statement about Palin not representing them. Again, compared to what all the blood thirsty republican EX Heart fans have been posting, that was tame and benign.”
Is that a species of whinge? Or a just rebuke?
No, that was Sir Paul McCartney and Whinge.
I’ll take mine with the bluecheese sauce if you don’t mind, barkeep.
I knew I liked you.
Ketchup is for fries.
Nothing else.
I denounce A+E for showing film of 9/11!
Ever tried this here curry ketchup? Sounds vile and I hate me some curry, but its actually quite good.
‘Round here, we do White hot dogs and Nunda mustard. At least sometimes.
Uh uh. Vinegar is for fries.
Also, I lurvs me some curry and vindaloo.
You now have my permission to scream at West Virginia’s offensive line.
No couches burning tonight in Morgantown. Which is too bad because I like my marshmallows with ketchup.
Mayo is for fries.
– That, and it just wouldn’t be the same, saying “the ketchup came off the hotdog”…..
No couches burning tonight in Morgantown. </i.
Nope. Maybe some effigies.
Mustard (the yellow kind, of course) on my hot dogs. Yum.
I would definitely have sex with that Heart lead singer (can’t remember her name at the moment), but then, I’ve always preferred my women a bit on the zaftig side.
And that would be a good thing, because while I was well and truly pleasuring her, she’d be keeping her mouth shut (except to howl in ecstasy, of course).
I’ve been a Heart fan for decades, and until today I never knew they were the least bit political. WTF, girls? They used that song ONE fucking time, at their convention, PERIOD. And you can bet your pretty asses that it will never be used again, except on moldy oldie radio.
Get over yourselves, bitches. Jeez…
Hotdogs are the cheapest, the bottom rung of all the linked ground meats. That someone would get bent out of shape over how another dresses their hotdog is silly.
Yeah, I went there.
because ketchup on a hot dog is just fucking wrong
Thank you. It’s been so hard all these years, and to find someone who understands helps a lot. Yellow mustard, end of story. Why can’t they see?
Grey Poupon.
Pervert. Also, kraut.
You know, I’m sitting here with a kilt pin and Glengarry badge next to my keyboard — I forget just how they got there… maybe too much ketchup ??? No really they’re there. “PRO REGE ET PATRIA” … oh God, bring me more Heinz………
#38
Finally!
After all these years, I find my own kind.
Hotdogs need onions, preferably Vidalia, good Kraut and some coarse ground brown mustard, I prefer Zatarains or Guldens.
Second choice is homemade chili and coleslaw with mustard.
Uh uh. Vinegar is for fries.
Sure, when it’s emulsified with egg and oil.
Oh man, my eurotrash is showing.
And, although it is widely consider to be the California roll of Indian Cuisine I do love chicken tikka masala, with vegetarian korma coming in a close second.
This right here:
http://shop.zatarains.com/zatarains%C2%AE-creole-mustard-5-oz-p-902.html
is one of God’s preferred mustards, to those of you who enjoy that kind of thing.
I used to really like Mr. Mustard, although it is impossible to find in the south now, and I think the company is no more. A sad thing because it was a truly great spicy mustard.
The only way to eat a hot dog is to make sure its an Oscar Mayer Weiner and then get it right out of the pack and eat it at fridge temp like it was a pickle. Cooking a hot dog is like cooking baloney or vienna sausage. Its just dumb.
Cooking is for real meat.
Oscar Meyer is what you use to teach your dog tricks. Sabretts, Nathans, Hebrew National or Boars Head Kosher Beef Franks are what you eat yourself.
Baloney, not bologna.
Yeah. I went there.
You and Fisk, eh? Into that justifiable-beating-by-a-native thing. Who’d a thunk it.
Designer hot dog is an oxymoron. Its like low fat bacon, or an exciting new Kashi cereal.
Johnsonville makes some fine sausages, but they don’t make hot dogs. Probably for the same reason Ruth Chris doesn’t serve a Sloppy Joe.
I saw a Chicken Tikka Masala recipe in Cooks Ill. Looked good but haven’t tried it yet.
Johnsonville is crap.
Usinger’s.
well, I spent most of the day helping paint the theater lobby and bathrooms (some orangey beige, which is much better than the stark white it’s been for years). they fed us pizza for lunch but didn’t have pepperoni. WTH? plain pepperoni is the only correct pizza. so long as we’re talking about those kinds of things. but I was nice and didn’t beat anyone. cleaning and painting was enough of a beating as it was.
Nope. Old Bay.
Eat me.
With onions.
maggie–What the heck does WTH mean?
WTH is the PG version of WTF, I’m assuming.
What the Hippo
yeah, not sure why I’m feeling demure. maybe cause it’s just pizza. I dunno.
Usinger’s Teawurst is THE BOMB. I don’t know that I’ve ever tried to ‘dogs.
You know, some Saturday nights this place is hopping. My husband is watching his SECOND war movie right now (and I’m not feeling it) … so of course, Jeff is BBQing and I’m bored.
yeah, RTO’s in OKC this weekend. I’m trying to catch up on stuff I’ve missed this week. rehearsals really cut into my blog reading time, the iphone helps though.
I got a wicked buzz going and I am severely pissed off about the football game and I would love to beat the shit out of a troll right now and you guys have ran them all off.
Somebodies is going to have to man up and take me on.
Name the issue and assign me a position, I don’t give a shit.
Andrew Sullivan, middle linebacker.
Pepperoni!
Saving Private Ryan really loses it’s edge on the ninth or tenth time of viewing.
discuss.
Ok, that’s it. I’m getting a glass of wine. When i get back, somebody better come up with something for me to do.
Carin, there are worse things he could watch all the time, I guess. We always made fun of my dad for loving and watching Sleepless in Seattle over and over. maybe it’s a Tom Hanks thing?
Saving Private Ryan really loses it’s edge on the ninth or tenth time of viewing.
discuss.
You need to upgrade your surround sound and start doing acid when you watch it. I prefer setting the system up in a tent in the backyard, makes digging the foxhole a lot easier during the opening.
so, do you prefer plasma or lcd for that B Moe?
Well, watching the flick in a foxhole would certainly liven things up.
My day went from football, to “When We Were Solders” to “Saving Private Ryan.”
I need that glass of wine just so I don’t lose my shit.
I mean, can’t we just cuddle and watch “the Notebook”? Or “Pride and Prejudice”?
Am I asking too much?
The only place near mine where I can call the people living there neighbors — as in, I see them — is owned by the local NBA team. They house no-name roster-fillers there for the short time they’re in town. Even being a huge basketball fan, I’ve only recognized two of them, and one of them only because he’s a rapist (not that one…or that one).
One guy seemed to think I was going to recognize him, I guess because I was wearing a Suns hoodie when I biked past, so he turned around too fast and fucked around with his phone like we were in an elevator. Some black guy.
Usually the place is empty. They just park Bentleys there. Bentleys with tightly compressed rap song titles on the license plates.
I’m moving soon. The thing I’ll miss most is that when my rear lights randomly fail in an irreproducible way, right near my place — not-widely-recognized vintage cars are like that, you know — how very concerned the local police are about it. If I were a cynic, I’d say that something on my drivers’ licence has the mysterious power to make them forget what a breathalyzer is. But I know they’re only worried about my safety. Because heroes are like that.
so, do you prefer plasma or lcd for that B Moe?
Those gigantic old console beasts from Goodwill has the best chance of surviving the amphibious landing I have found. This isn’t a mission for new technology, I want proven warhorses under me.
maybe you could compromise with, um, Darling Lili
Well, watching the flick in a foxhole would certainly liven things up.
My day went from football, to “When We Were Solders†to “Saving Private Ryan.â€Â
In this case I would recommend sneaking up behind and ambushing him in a skimpy little sniper’s outfit. Or maybe a skimpy little ninja outfit. Or a skimpy little Nazi outfit. Are you picking up a theme here?
No, it’s too late now. Really, the first war movie just primed the pump for the second. Add in the three boys …
It’s over for the night. I guess I should go read a book.
Well, the children may look askew …
Plus, that will only encourage his bad behavior.
That is why you have to sneak, dummy.
a book?
How’s come Tom Hanks wouldn’t let the interpreter guy take the typewriter? I could see a future scene where he could whack a German with it.
stupid/poor puppy keeps running to the garage door every time she hears a car in the alley. He’s not coming home til tomorrow goofball.
While in Tokyo it’s most difficult to find a hot dog. So I relish coneys when I get back home.
Do offer ketchup for your sushi in Tokyo?
I’m reading that “other Bolyne” book right now. My sister said it was good. My jury is still out on that.
It’s no Sharon Kay Penman book.
Maggie, my dog buried a bone today in the forest. he’s a goof. he’ll bury stuff, then in a few days we’ll see him move it to another spot. Last year, he found a bagel, and he must have kept that thing moving from hole to hole for six weeks.
heh. I’ve watched Roxie bury milkbones in the garden. she’s only part shepherd.
The media has been masturbating over the concept of a black president for years.
2005, in an episode of House, then also in 24 in 2006, and then …
Seems like they have been indoctrinating the public.
Mustard forever, brother.
Although that crap at 7-11 which you could refer to as Chili and Nacho Cheese would work. Also onions.
oh man, Education Guy, when I was in college I loved the 7-11 King Coney. with taco sauce. but 7-11 doesn’t have those anymore. They’ve decided to offer higher quality food. bastards.
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Well, the children may look askew”
Only if you drink too much.
And “We Were Soldiers”? Love it.
Two thumbs up.
Did you ever see the outtake with the naked sargent?
I’m sure it was good. But I wasn’t that into it when the movie was already half over.
I’m funny that way.
See, NOW I’m interested.
Or they not enough.
I dunno maggie, 7-11 has all these odd and strange things next to the hot dogs now that I’m mostly just afraid to look at. Elitist meat-like wraps or somesuch. The world is passing us by I think.
“We were soldiers” is a much, much better book, IMHO. The movie leaves off the whole last third of the story.
Were I to attend a BBQ in the back yard of most of my neighbors, it would involve standing around a large hole that had only recently been dug with a backhoe borrowed from one of their employers, filled with the coals from an all day burning of massive quanities of mesquite, and commenting about the goat that had been pitched down in the hole on top of said coals. It’s kind of a fucked up habit they brought from across the river, although over there they usually don’t have access to a backhoe. The goat is usually pretty damned good when wrapped up with tortillas that the signoras have fixed from scratch. And some nice pico.
I just hope they never fuck up and hit their sewer line, something that’s not really an issue in the old country.
Ha! SCORE!!
Trip to the used DVD store pays off with a copy of John Carpenter’s classic 1987 “Prince of Darkness”…
So, y’know – LAIZEZ LES BONS TEMPS ROULLE!
Neighbor to the left is a busy body gossip. I could do without. Neighbor to the right is a very sweet older lady who unfortunately just lost her very irascible, curmudgeonly, wonderful husband to cancer. I am working on being a curmudgeon. He was my mentor. He’s missed.
As for hot dogs? Hebrew Nationals are the shizzle. When in Atlanta, no visit is complete however, without a visit to The Varsity. A loaded dog with an FO will do a body good.
! @14
I’ve missed
somethingsomeoneMcGehee, here.Damn. Someone fill me in.
Do you think O! likes ketchup on his argulua?
Obama, in the recent tradition of his party, might well float a poll to determine that which he favors as to toppings.
#103
– I thought I had some time before Mardi gras. Did I space out and miss Christmas again.
Dre – No ketchup for the sushi – just soy sauce, fresh ginger, and wasabi! Can’t find ketchup here either – except at McDonalds, but they are very protective of their packets here, ketchup hoarding would ensue.
Mmmmm, chili dogs from the Varsity! Take me to Hotlanta!
Hot dog + horseradish + sriracha = gourmet cuisine.
There is evil in the world, and it involves putting ketchup on a hot dog.
Thank you Jeff for advising me the correct way to eat a hot dog. I missed that growing up in Indonesia (where they put ketchup on a grilled chameleon).
Vindaloo, while greatly pleasing to at least 2 of the senses, is likely a playground for evil. Or something.
Unless applied to wild boar, in which case is likely approved for all of God’s children.
Except perhaps for some of the Jews, because of the whole pork thing.
Hotdogs are for lower 48 débutantes. Each of my daughters can deep throat a foot long summer sausage.
Shut up, thor.
You ever watch that TV reality show called Deadliest Noose hosted by that white dude who do them stinky jobs?
I’ve never seen that show. I kind of tried to watch the one about crabs but I didn’t really get very much into it. I think generally the only thing I like about reality tv is that they usually have really jazzy opening credits. The crabs one didn’t even have that really.
Plus, everybody on board had, y’know – crabs.
They got a reality show now kinda like Baywatch, about lifeguards in San Diego. Called beach patrol I think. It’s got bikini’s and stuff.
Not so much running though, which was one of Baywatchs strengths. Sometimes there’s drunken girl in bikini catfights though. That’s when the police get called in and I wish I was a police officer, but just watching the police officers is more fun than, say, when you watch cops.
– lee. They generally shoot that at OB (Ocean beach – former home of the local hippy/artists colony), or in Mission bay on the inside islands. I wish they’d shoot it at Blacks beach below the hang glider cliff.
– Bathing suits optional, and all that.
– Oh, and at Pacific beach, Sort of the local Fort Lauderdale for the college and young working crowd. feets would love it there. Lots of bunnies.
Mmmmm… bunnies… with ketchup!
Yeah that’s the one. There’s another one called Ocean Force that’s in Florida and it’s mostly spring break stuff. It’s more cops than lifeguards, but there’s still drunken girls in bikini’s so it’s all good.
Ketchup on a hot dog is beyond wrong. Which brings me to this. I’ve heard some disturbing things about Palin’s propensity towards banning books from the public library. Any truth to this, Alaskan lizards? Banning books and ketchup on hotdogs? Twin evils that must always be confronted!
I think the story is that she considered banning books from a library. I don’t know if she actually went through with it or not. I have the feeling she didn’t, given the wording I have seen on the subject. For all we know, some group came forward and wanted a banning, and she told them she would consider it, and then didn’t do it.
I have relatives in Alaska who would have nothing to do with banning books, and they think she’s the real deal. So, I presume there was no actual banning.
“2. Wearing a kilt”
You pussy.
http://www.utilikilts.com/
It’s the new sarong.
#68
“Saving Private Ryan really loses it’s edge on the ninth or tenth time of viewing.
discuss.”
The whole premise that a commander would squander an officer and a squad of experienced soldiers to find a lone private while a huge battle is being fought doesn’t hold water.
Other than that , it was a fine film
“You ever watch that TV reality show called Deadliest Noose hosted by that white dude who do them stinky jobs?”
…sponsered by the DNC:
“Jim Crow, it’s not just for lunch anymore!”
If you haven’t seen it yet, Bill Whittle over at NRO:
http://tinyurl.com/6x9xa5
The man is BRILLIANT!
Any truth to this, Alaskan lizards?
Hey ‘ducktrapper,’ this is not LGF.
Me thinks ‘ducktrapper’ has been cut and pasting this across the intarwebz. You know, a true blue redstater just asking questions and all…
I never could bring myself to sit down and watch “Saving Private Ryan”, even though I do like Tom Hanks as an actor. For one thing, I knew full well how gory it was going to be, thanks to Steven Speilberg wanting to make sure that all and sundry know just how horrible war is (well, duh). Besides, I’d seen “The Longest Day”, and 20th Century Fox and Cornelius Ryan got that point across quite well, and without having to rub the audience’s collective nose in assorted dead soldier’s intestinal tracts, brains, hair, teeth, eyeballs, etc.
Nor was the premise original, based as it was on the story of the Sullivan brothers, five guys from Iowa who were all serving on the same Navy ship in the Pacific during World War II. Unfortunately they all perished when their ship was sunk following the battle of Savo Island. And yes, there was a movie made about them, called “The Fighting Sullivans”.
All in all, a bit too contrived for me. YMMV.
Brown mustard is for stale soft pretzels you buy off of a homeless guy a couple of blocks from the Vet. You need it to kill the germs. Who needs hotdogs when you’ve got cheesesteaks?
Football is back, fuck it. I’m skipping church.
I think the story is that she considered banning books from a library. I don’t know if she actually went through with it or not. I have the feeling she didn’t, given the wording I have seen on the subject.
The story I heard was that shortly after becoming mayor, she asked the librarian how you would go about having some books removed from the library. The librarian told her such things weren’t really done, and the matter was dropped.
The USS The Sullivans (DDG-68) is also named in their honor.
“Hotdogs are the cheapest, the bottom rung of all the linked ground meats”
Ah, but there’s always scrapple to make hot dogs look all gourmet and stuff.
Hotdogs are NOT BBQ. I know this and I’m not even from the Carolinas. Don’t tell me that its a gas grill either. Might as well use a Bic lighter to warm your Tube Steak.
All in all, a bit too contrived for me. YMMV.
Actually, it’s a great movie. RIght up there with Glory for emotional impact. Ted sez “Check it out!”.
Yankees use Barbeque as a verb, SGT Ted. Those of us who know it is really a noun have gotten kind of used to it. They can’t help themselves, really.
yeah, I learned that the hard way when one of RTO’s cousins got married. I was all looking forward to BBQ at the rehearsal dinner and then it was just grilled chicken and hamburgers.
I’ve heard some disturbing things about Palin’s propensity towards banning books from the public library
Michelle’s lead story.
OK, take two
lead story
Well…shit don’t seem to be working today.
Just see Michelle Malkin, she’ll set you straight.
Barbeque is a lot a colloquial thing, what it exactly is. It’s very charming. I love America and its meats I don’t care what the International Panel on Climate Change says I love America and its meats. You are what you eat I think.
bogus thinger about good Sarah Palin
oh. h/t lee
I like a little ketchup on a hotdog. I can’t figure out why it is so hated.
I don’t actually eat hotdogs much now, but when I was a kid, there was no ketchup stigma.
All the kids had ketchup. Mustard was eschewed.
Sometimes when I’m nostalgic for Castle Wolfenstein I’ll make my husband and kid bratwurst with grainy mustard and sauerkraut on the side. I guess that’s the proper way to eat a sausage.
Barbeque is a lot a colloquial thing…
Sort of. Like down yours and Ric’s way, beef brisket is real popular. Over here in the southeast, we like pork shoulders. But we all agree that you smoke the meat to make a plate of barbeque. Smoke is the verb, barbeque is a noun. Up north, they barbeque all kind of damn food, even vegetables. Now I love me some grilled zucchini and squash as much as anybody, but that ain’t fucking barbeque I don’t care how colloquial you try and make it.
But like I said, I have learned to tolerate it.
SarahW, you can find some quotes from “hot dog experts” here
There are bodies buried in the sand all over the beach in Coney Island. Put ketchup on a Nathan’s hot dog and you quickly find out there’s a steep price to pay for such an insult.
Banning books – probably not that great of an idea. A freedom “don’t” if you will. But banning trans-fat? Little Debbie was in a spiral trying to get their Swiss Cake Rolls to do the flavor clog dance in your mouth again. That’s a freedom and fat “don’t”.
Swiss Cake Rolls are great with microwave pizza but you have to be really drunk.
I never knew that what condiments a person uses could be such a divisive issue.
I admit, I always looked down on anyone that would pour a sauce over a good steak, but get bent over it? It’s not like I’m going to eat it, so I think not.
A hot dog? A HOT DOG?! Jeeze, they are made of chicken lips and cow asses! How could pouring anything over them be a crime?
Do you cut the SCR’s into little pepperoni-like slices and put them on the pizza, or do you take a bite of pizza and then a bite of SCR?
These are my new favorite really not that bad for you at all thing for when I want stuff involving sauce. Food for when you are watching episodic broadcast network television programming mostly. It comes with some sweet and sour but I just use that to make my own more spicy one.
oh. You eat the SCRs while your drunk friends try cooking the pizza various ways before deciding that they’ll just go ahead and microwave it. And then you have the SCRs for dessert. It’s all a lot classier than it sounds.
How costy are those delicious Asian frozen foods there hf? Inna 20ct. say?
Comment by Carin on 9/6 @ 6:59 pm
Maggie, my dog buried a bone today in the forest……he must have kept that thing moving from hole to hole for six weeks.
You know, Carin, I’ve left you alone for quite some time now. But it’s this kind of Freudian comment that you bring out every now and then that reminds me of your beautiful family with seven or eight children. YOU GO GIRL!
…and I can recommend a good set of clippers.
Ketchup, chopped onions and celery salt. And only on kosher dogs, because of the self respect.
I’m all about the chinese hot mustard with its magical decongestant powers.
Ketchup, chopped onions and celery salt.
There you go, leftards. Absolute, definitive proof that Pablo and I are different folks.
Ain’t no way in hell I would ever put that on a kosher frank.
Unless this is just a clever ruse to obscure our one in the sameness…
Rove, you magnificent bastard!
oh. Sdferr . The Chung’s things have been reasonable at Ralph’s … less than $4 for the little ones … I haven’t done the 20-ct yet but I probably should. Also there’s a coupon at the site I linked which would be nice if I had my printer set up at home but I let New Girl borrow it for her project … that I’m doing. To be honest the thing I like best about the Chung’s thing is that they come from Texas so that feels good (Houston), but also they for real are healthy unlike my other Texas frozen foodstuff thingers. Here (Austin). Those ones are very very tasty but not near as healthy as Chung’s so I get them to take for lunch just sometimes or I get their bigger family lasagna thinger if I have a lot to do over the weekend and know I won’t be attempting to cook. But the thing about them is that their pasta actually has for real pasta texture … maybe not quite perfectly al dente but the closest I’ve ever had from frozen. I love consumer packaged goods. It’s a thing.
Oh. The Chung’s ones I noticed were actually less than the ones that are Ralph’s own brand, which I had never noticed they had their own brand of taht before. So there may be a promotion going on. Ralph’s did their own eggrolls and lettuce wraps and spring rolls. I got the lettuce wraps to try just cause they looked healthy and nuking a lettuce wrap sort of fits my image of the man I want to be.
*that* … Ralph’s is just a storefront of Kroger if you don’t have those where you are … mine is new and has porn stars.
So it looks like about a buck a pop, though maybe less if I get the 20ct. Their website says Publix Albertsons Winn Dixie in Fl. but doesn’t mention the bigbox stores. Looks like a good thing to have on hand though, I must say.
When it comes to pasta, I just make my own (every 2 to 3 days or so anymore) since I been finding it kinda fun and definitely cheaper.
oh. I do the whole wheat pasta – it’s gotten way better than it was at first, and is way better nutritious than regular, but just sometimes cause you have to cook the pasta, and then you probably should chop up some kind of vegetable and maybe a tomato. Meanwhile you have to do some kind of sauce which I usually just do a sort of anchovy garlic olive thing. It’s a big project and then you have to clean up.
Spent a lot of time as a professional cook, so projects and cleaning no probs.
Hate cooking. That’s the only cool thing about Star Trek I thought was the food-o-matic thingers. Kitchen Aid really needs to get on the stick I think.
I admit, I always looked down on anyone that would pour a sauce over a good steak, but get bent over it? It’s not like I’m going to eat it, so I think not.
My BIL came to live with us for a while back when we were in AZ. I grilled up some real nice venison steaks I got in Montana. The fucker put ketchup on his. I could have gutted him with a fork. We still continued to feed the heathen, just reserved the cheap stuff for him since all he ever tasted was the ketchup.
They’re firing up the LargeHadronCollider at CERN pretty soon is about the best I can tell you on that front.
High energy particle physics is not the kind of Sun Chips Feets has I mind, I think.
Hotdogs must be bockwurst, and should be dressed in Düsseldorf Löwensenf. Anything else ist unbegreiflich.
They’ll soon be popping out baby universes like a Pez dispenser, I’m guessing.
How do we stand on baby universes? Dark Lord Rove has sent me nothing on this.
Crap, now happyfeet has me thinking egg rolls. To the Oriental Inn, it is.
Anyway, power down to go watch my vaunted Dolphins — and by “vaunted” I mean “faulty” — play, well, pretty much as expected, and I miss a lot. Like a couple other good folks who don’t have the ketchup hang-up.
And this was just my point: “A hot dog? A HOT DOG?! Jeeze, they are made of chicken lips and cow asses! How could pouring anything over them be a crime?”
A few other things–
Johnsonville IS crap. Kroger brand brats are better (not by a lot). There was some forgettable festival downtown a couple years back and J’ville had a big (what we call) gut truck. They served their sorry excuse of a brat with no sauerkraut in sight.
Sauce on steak is a no no. Ketchup on steak is a sin. Even the cheaper cuts, if properly prepared, require no sauce.
“Smoke is the verb, barbeque is a noun. Up north, they barbeque all kind of damn food, even vegetables.”
Agree. Grill is also the verb. You can grill anything (charcoal, not gas). You eat barbecue.
Don’t be bad mouthing 7-11 dogs. I’ve had a couple of July 4ths in SEAsia were the nearest thing to American food I could find was a 7-11 dog with mustard and onions to celebrate the day.
Hey! If ketchup on a hot dog was just fucking wrong, it wouldn’t be available at Yankee Fucking Stadium.
Period.
like Yankees fans have any fuckin taste?
Horse pucky. I’ve made any number of sauces, toppings, what have you for steak, and they rock. I’ve made steak with bourbon whiskey sauce, filet mignon with gorgonzola cheese, red wine and pistachio sauce, and filet with fresh tomato/mustard/soy sauce.
That’s just recently. Good sauce for a good steak adds to the flavor, it doesn’t cover it up. Of course, if you’re the kind of guy that wants to just walk up to a barbecued hog and saw off a 1 lb hunk and eat it just like that…I say, to each his own.
Hmmm…well, I, for one, think we should do away with any inconvenient baby universes. Or at least put them up for adoption. But at a minimum, we ought to provide tax relief for the prospective parents.
The hicks.