I hate winter.
It's cold, and makes you want to huddle around the home fire.
It's only saving grace is the omen of spring.
If death is here, can't resurrection be far behind?
I'm a kronic pessimist, Yet still a perennial optimist.
And all because of " Spring is in the air".
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
What I did for Thanks giving
I'm not totally convinced we should give thanks for our largesse by trying to consume as much food as possible at one sitting. I believe that abstinence is a better paean to our bounty. That being said, Thanks giving is in reality the "harvest feast", and as such I devised a nontraditional dessert. Caveat: I love cooking,,,,,I hate recipes. They're not really avoidable, but most recipes need to be viewed as "guidelines" not absolute rules,,,,more or less. The first "Bitchin Kitchen" I watched, Nadia G made a Key Lime Habanero Cheese cake. Aha,,,no pumpkin pie for me,,,but I didn't have habanero's ...but I did have Bhut Jalokia. I couldn't find mascapone,,but I did have sour cream. Couldn't find chocolate cookies at the local Shop and Save. (wtf?) But did find a ready made chocolate pie crust. So game on.
Mixed the ingredients, then into a bain marie, and voila. My very first cheesecake.
It's delicious people, and such a disappointment....the chiles chased me out of the kitchen coughing when I minced them, but they're a no show in the cheesecake. Bummer
I highly recommend "Bitchin Kitchen" it's on the Cooking Channel....
later gators
Mixed the ingredients, then into a bain marie, and voila. My very first cheesecake.
It's delicious people, and such a disappointment....the chiles chased me out of the kitchen coughing when I minced them, but they're a no show in the cheesecake. Bummer
I highly recommend "Bitchin Kitchen" it's on the Cooking Channel....
later gators
Sunday, November 14, 2010
What the fuck
One of my guilty pleasures is the Mannington Topix web site,,,Some funny stuff there. But I was just there and one of the questions was along the line of "where should the government trim the budget. It was a poll and had six or seven options. I voted for defense department cuts. There were two comments, the first indicating why the defense budget should be cut, the next comment defending the defense budget. I googled "defense budget by country" and the wiki answer was...Well this is what I posted on Topix::
"The defense budget of the United States is larger than the combined defense budgets of the next 16.
That's China, United Kingdom, France, Russia, Germany, Japan, Saudi Arabia, Italy , India, South Korea, Brazil, Canada, Australia, Spain, Turkey, Israel. What all those countries spend for defense Combined does not equal what we the United States spends.
That's fucked up"
That's what I posted and I got to still say
What The Fuck is going on here.
If we spent as much on peace as we do on war
and that is a true pipe dream
what a better world this would be.
"The defense budget of the United States is larger than the combined defense budgets of the next 16
That's China, United Kingdom, France, Russia, Germany, Japan, Saudi Arabia, Italy , India, South Korea, Brazil, Canada, Australia, Spain, Turkey, Israel. What all those countries spend for defense Combined does not equal what we the United States spends.
That's fucked up"
That's what I posted and I got to still say
What The Fuck is going on here.
If we spent as much on peace as we do on war
and that is a true pipe dream
what a better world this would be.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
What's new?
I have in my possesion two new books and one on the way. The two new books are both by Michael Ruhlman,,,,Ratio is a treatise about the ratios in cooking, The only ratio I use in cooking is the 5/3 ration of flour to water when baking bread, What I really need is the ratio of Right Wing idiotcy to Left wing sanity that allows me peace of mind without worrying about the next stupid war they're going to get us into.
The other book is an offal book.
Charcuterie(sp)
Blood Sausage any one
or using all the pig save the oink,,,,and in some sense we just used it.
and for those of you with nothing better to do
Look up Hannie's Voorwerp
But if you actually see Hannie,,,don't tell her I was the one who suggested you look up her,,,,,well you know what.
T he third book is about the French and Indian War....and how Geo. Washington be
The other book is an offal book.
Charcuterie(sp)
Blood Sausage any one
or using all the pig save the oink,,,,and in some sense we just used it.
and for those of you with nothing better to do
Look up Hannie's Voorwerp
But if you actually see Hannie,,,don't tell her I was the one who suggested you look up her,,,,,well you know what.
T he third book is about the French and Indian War....and how Geo. Washington be
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Eulogy to the Dog
The following is a summation oration given by the plaintiff in a civil trial in 1855. The defendent in the case was a sheepherder who had publically vowed to kill any dog who came around his sheep. He killed the plaintiff's dog, the plaintiff sued in court and was represented by Geo. Graham Vest. I simply cannot read this without tears coming and choking up.
Gentlemen of the jury: The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him
and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care
may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has,
he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man’s reputation may
be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on
their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice
when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that
a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.
Gentlemen of the jury: A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives
fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer,
he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world.
He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert,
he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love
as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying
him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes,
and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter
if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death.
Gentlemen of the jury: The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him
and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care
may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has,
he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man’s reputation may
be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on
their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice
when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that
a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.
Gentlemen of the jury: A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives
fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer,
he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world.
He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert,
he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love
as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying
him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes,
and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter
if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Jimmy Cliff or why we don't get it
I've Tivo'ed Austin City Limits and it's Jimmy Cliff. Jamaica Mannn.
There's not too much variation on the rythum...but there's this constant beating of peace and love.
There's not too much variation on the rythum...but there's this constant beating of peace and love.
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