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1. corn pudding. white trash heaven. my friend is making the green bean casserole with the crispy dehydrated onions to fit with the theme. 2. spinach sauteed with olive oil and garlic. 3. vegetable pot pie with tofu and nutritional yeast gravy. sounds gross, but it is amazingly good. 4. beer cheese. this is an appetizer to complement the white trash corn pudding. you actually mix it with your hands. 5. hot mustard dip over cream cheese, served with crackers. see above. 6. chocolate mousse pie. 7. mint juleps. how about you? |
I'm bringing squash soup to thanksgiving. I make up the recipe. I took a butternut squash, and I cored and diced it. same with two granny smith apples. I cooked the squash and apples on med-high heat for about half an hour with some milk and butter. I put it in the food processor till it was an even consistency. then I added salt, curry, cinnamon and nutmeg. I forgot to use any onion. it tastes pretty good, though. and it should go well with cold turkey sandwiches. |
2. more pie 3. extra pie, just in case |
an earthquake woke me up at 7 a.m. today. it was a baby one, just 3 something, centered halfway between here and salem. I resisted the urge to call my one friend ("did you just feel that?") whose number I have memorized because the phone in my room is a rotary dial and I was too tired to fuck with it. the thanksgiving earthquake. thanks a lot. |
8 oz hard white cheese (colby, monterrey jack) 8 oz hard orange cheese (cheddar) 1/2 cup beer 1/2 cup softened margarine 1 clove garlic, finely minced dash hot sauce 3 dashes each celery seeds and dill seeds 2 cups chopped walnuts parsley or cilantro (optional) measure out the beer, then pour the remaining beer into a glass and drink it as you work. grate the cheeses. in a large bowl, cream together the cheeses, beer, and margarine until it is a large mess, about the consistency of strawberry preserves. add the garlic, hot sauce, and seeds and mix with a spoon or rubber spatula. pack into crocks or coffee cups, top with walnuts and parsley or cilantro, and serve chilled. you can also roll into a log and coat with walnuts. beer cheese. mmmm. |
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de force. this is what "turkey day" is like when you're straight outta georgetown (guyana): 1. pepper pot 2. garlic pork 3. escovitch 4. jerk chicken 5. pork tenderloin medallions w/ jerk sauce 6. shrimp and crabmeat curry w/ cassava roti w/ mango achar w/ lemon achar 7. seasoned kale w/ garbonzo, bacon, dried shrimp 8. apple pie a la mode dad forgot to buy the beer yesterday, but i found a case of El Dorado 20 year old Demarara Rum in the basement. it's gonna be a happy thanksgiving. |
1. Mushrooms stuffed with spinach or crab 2. Tortellini soup 3. Eggplant parmesan 4. Another vegetable (asparagus, maybe? I didn't see) 5. Spinach salad and the traditional 4. Turkey w/ stuffing, of course 5. My aunt's family-renowned sweet potato pie 6. Dessert -- I don't know what. No pumpkin pie, though, because none of us like it. They're all having hors d'oeuvres (or whatever) downstairs....I can hear them from here. *sigh* My mother found this strange Italian cheese (it begins with a C)...it's so good. It's not sweet, but it leaves a sweet "echo" in your mouth. You know what I mean? Like it makes your mouth feel sweet. I could eat the whole wheel. My dad got me some mead. Yay! |
real cheddar cheese is not orange, its yellow. only smoked cheese is orange. and colby and monterey aren't white, they're yellow too, just a different shade and texture. what they hell do they feed to cows to make white and orange cheese?! yuck |
turkey stuffing gravy canned cranberry sauce mashed potatoes sweet potatoes with brown sugar yams with whiskey sauce zucchini and carrots green beans and bacon caesar salad butter rolls wine martinelli's cheesecake brownies cherry, apple, pumpkin, and chocolate cream pie you'd think we were from nebraska. |
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The dinner conversation was also good. We invited old friends of my parents...the man is from Spain and probably insane. He's hilarious. His wife and sister-in-law also came, and the sister-in-law is an archaeologist who studies colonial activity in the Philadelphia area. I eavesdropped on the neat conversation she was having with my aunt and uncle, who live in an 18th century farm-house and who have traced the ownership of their land back to William Penn in the 1600s. When they were doing renovations on their house a few summers ago, they found buttons and eating utensils in the earth in their back yard that were dated back to before the Revolutionary War. But now their house is situated right on a highway that is planning to add 2 more lanes in the next 5 years, and they don't really know what's going to happen to their house. Plus, in the 1950s, people made a big addition to the house which "violated its integrity" or something like that, so it's ineligible to be placed on the registry for national historic landmarks. It's a nice house. Haunted, but even the spirits are nice. |
our thanksgiving started as usual: the night before the men of the family got really drunk, let the turkey go in the back yard, and then we chased it about, ripped it's head off, and cleaned it in a flurry of feather and gore. the women, inside, barefoot and gravid, made pies galore while sipping hot toddies and addressing the external mayhem with points and giggles. spattered with blood and down we reentered the abode, turkey slung from a branch carried by all and victorious song from our throats. the dogs licked the blood from our clothes, and soon cleaned we settled down to an evening of bourbon and fistfights. i lost three teeth. my brother lost an eye ("that's why god gives us two", he laughed) before retiring for the night the children fashioned the "thankgiving box" from wing and tail feathers, and placed the turkey head within. waking in the morning we found that the great turkey spirit had taken the head and replaced it with tasty treats for all: pickled pigs feet and greek olives, pimento creamcheese and crisp fried ape hair. breakfast beer in hand, the men went to the ol' cow pond to take a frosty pre-dawn dip through a hole cut in the ice. we then sacraficed a tofurkey in effigy: a prayer burned to the gods of carne in hopes that the misguided might return to the table of flesh. meanwhile the women prepared the meal. we ate hungrily, and slept for a week and a day (dog-time.) |
And what do you do to celebrate Hallowe'en? |
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I went out to yamhill county and stopped at vineyards out there in the hills. I stood out in the sunshine and tried 18 wines. I got drunk. I don't usually get drunk at noon, and now I know why. it isn't sustainable. it's 2:49 p.m. I want to get drunk tonight, and now I'm not sure what to do. I could take a nap, drink more alcohol or try drinking coffee or something. the pecan pie isn't helping anything. |
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turkey sweet potatoes with crushed almond and brown sugar topping Lumpy mashed potatoes succotash (mm, mm!) meat stuffing stovetop stuffing dirty rice buns cranberry sauce pumpkin pie pecan pie wine beer later, at my friends place: kaya kaya kaya My friend the Naked Accordian player is in town. Tonight we have fun! |
didn't daffy duck used to say that a lot? i always wondered what "succotash" was. i would've never imagined it was anything edible. what's in "succotash", anyway? invites to thanksgiving are handled by my mom. this year our table was graced by two old ladies who are both last surviving members of their respective families. B is an old jewish widow whose husband was an anthro professor and a friend of my dad's. she taught me some yiddish profanity and sang the ella parts to my louis armstrong when i put on "ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong: compact jazz". she's a lot of fun. especially when she gets all hopped up on rum punch and champagne. H is a retired biology professor who apparently prefers reggae to jazz. she didn't utter a peep when ella and louis were doing their thing, but when i spun Bob Marley's "Songs of Freedom", she was all over it. she kept rocking back and forth singing, "doot-doo-doot-doo! we jammin'!" even though the song sounds nothing like that and i never played that track, anyway. she's a radical freestyler. you can't fuck with H. the woman's got juice. |
we had roast beef for dinner tonight. i always thought a seven bone had seven bones in it. my mom pointed out where i went wrong. i've had the most incredible gas i can ever remember having. serious 30-45 second blasts. pfthbbhbbbhbbthbbbbtthbhbthhbhbhhbhbhhhbbbhbhththbhtbhhbhbhthbhtbhthbhtbhthbhtb. it numbs the rectum. it's incredible. it's one of those things you can do in a grocery store and instead of being disgusted people ask you if you're ok. which you have to respond "i'm not sure," or else they become disgusted. either that or scream something novel and run away. CHALUPA! |
there are a dozen places to choose from where you can have northwest-raised white folks make you beans and rice, biscuits and gravy, mac and cheese, succotash, jumbalaya, a po' boy sammich, stewed okra, shrimp creole and pecan pie. I can't say that this trend bothers me in the slightest. |
Okra also happens to be a recommended vegetable in the diet of captive iguanas, which makes sense because okra originated in West Africa. Okra. Okra. ... Okra. |
NUTTY! |
well, nothing. |
i missed my grandmothers cooking this holiday...... fried chicken, honey glazed ham turkey home grown green beans, squash broccoli casserole three bean salad chicken and dumplings biscuts (no bisquick shit either) greens rice and gravy (the real gravy, left overs from the chicken pan) black eyed peas homegrown cucumbers soaked in vinegar all with ample amounts of home grown hot pepper juice (sigh) |
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this as a food source-------You can have it 2 ways---------hairy-------or slimey-------both yuck!!! But its a big favorite here in the south, of course, they also eat nutra rat and black bird jambalya, well, pretty much anything that walks, flys, slithers or crawls into the yard is considered dinner here,but armidillo is a big no-no, they carry leprosy, fortunately we have one of the 3 remaining leper colonies in the world here in Lousiana, actually, they tried to close it last year, but some of the lepers won't leave, I guess "home is where the heart is", and they don't make them stay there, leprosy can be treated now with medication, but I think after being there so long,some just don't want to leave. |
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well I DECLARE!!!!!!! |
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Call me I will be home tomorrow, I'm hiding from the hospt., I've been working too much! |
and okra kicks ass. |
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i think the oddest thing i've eaten is the awaebi leftovers (heads) deep fried. |
The strangest thing I've ever eaten is squirrel. Which isn't strange. Or baked radicchio, which isn't strange, either, but still sickening. I've watched people eat snails and raw eggs (not at the same time). Does that count? |
the japanese are often very boyish when it comes to eating crap like that.....it's sorta of a dare situation. they are always disapointed when I am a hard ass, if it doesn't look appealing to my eyes first, it's not gonna go down well........ |
with legs. the eyes look like the blueberries that come with packaged blueberry muffin mix. it is crunchy, and not unlike porkrinds. except inside the head. full of grey-green paste. the vegetarians at the table, who i had hoped would be disgusted, cheered and laughed. fock. |
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it was a shock to discover that a shrimp with an inch long tail has a six inch long head. but really, it's not bad. |
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sushi much? |
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With pickles and ice cream, they have to be dill pickles and the ice cream has to be vanila. It takes practice to learn how to measure the bites of pickle and scoops of ice cream properly. If you do it right, you shudder every time. It's really neat. With ice cream and fries, they're best with McDonald's fries (canadian, not american. they taste pretty different.) and again, vanilla ice cream. Or whatever it was they had at McDonald's. It wasn't ice cream, it was...Ice milk! That's what it was. I used to get an ice cream (ice milk) cone and small fries and dip the fries into the ice cream. It was really really good. |
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i like to dip my fries in my shake. |
My L7 mother used to do the whole fries/vanilla shake combo thingy back in the '50s...let that be a testament to how un-wild it is. |
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pickles and ice cream as pregnancy food is a sterotype. I've never known a pregnant person who craved really weird things. Most of them seem to want something normal a Lot. One time when my mother was pregnant she was really into burritos. I will say one thing about the depo, though: I think it's dampened my sex drive. |
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Girl!!!.you keep weird hours. What school are you at and what are you taking? |
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themselves for passing you down.It,s for the best though I,m sure they wouldn,t have the kind of malls we like there. |
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I go to York. Someone told me today that York was a real Party School. I had no idea. |
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When you leave school, you will realize you are not young anymore because you grow up fast when you have go out and face the world. I have also heard York is a party school but my friends' kids tell me Western is THE party school in Ontario. (How was that for a hint!!) |
jesus christ ain't that the truth. of course, i take great pride in being able to maintain my immaturity in the face of adulthood. |
I assume that they were appetizers,although I have no logical reason to think this,other than maybe they kinda look like little cocktail weenies with tooth picks stuck in them. You also mentioned that you suck the coating off, and I was wondering,if this "coating"is actually their scaley,reptile like skin,and people are sucking it off? How many people did you see eat them? Did they seem to enjoy eating them, were they loading up their plates? Sorry for all the questions, but I just can't seem to visualize the scenario,and am curious about it. |
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(at least a chinese girl i knew did- i saw it) at dimsum- she ordered them for the table but she was the only one who would touch them (i wasn't eating meat at the time) a bowl of fried chicken feet she sort of sucked and gnawed them and made a pile of what was left on her plate |
He said they tasted like chicken (well, what other option is there in a situation like that?), and that they were actually quite good. And Ethiopian food is wonderful, btw. They have all these great spicy stews and this wonderful spongy bread that you can't find anywhere else. They also have a honey wine that's like mead, only sparkling. Oh, and that spinach stuff is great, but then I'm a fiend for spinach (guess it comes of being an anemic vegetarian) Yum! |
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Okay not really in horror - she (Pik) kept asking us to try them but we couldn't. |
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As for realizing you're not young and etc etc, I already know I'm not young. I'm only in my first year and I'm already panicing about what I'm going to do when I'm through. |
You could end up being like my sister....48 years old and just received her PhD in Political Science at UofT..a professional student....scholarship upon scholarship upon bursary upon bursary upon handouts from my parents................Geez...just realized my inheritance has educated her!!!!!!!!!!! Enjoy your time at school...it is really your last opportunity to be free. |
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I will never stop worrying. I can't help it. I don't want to go through years of school and then have no clue where I'm going next. In related news, I'm considering living in residence next year. Did I mention that? I don't remember anything. I wonder what it would be like... Advice? |
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schools don't look down on taking time off and sometimes it's considered valuable experience- good schools want people who know what they want. being part of the real world is very helpful (it was for me)- helps to set directions and put things in perspective. the people around me who are getting the most out of this experience seem to be the ones that stepped back for a second to get a little clarity. |
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there really isn't a reason to worry the whole age- shit i'm running out of time thing is silly take your own time really, the happiest people i know work on understanding themselves and what they really want and need but if you don't do that work (it is work) and just sit around waiting for the thing to bite you on the ass or be dropped in your lap- that usually doesn't happen |
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I think everyone, at some point in their life, should live alone, just to prove to themselves that they can. So they don't ever have to feel like they HAVE to stay somewhere they don't want to be. |
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However, I am curious about living by myself. We'll see. To be honest, I'm not sure if I'm mature enough to be compleatly independant. (which would make living in res a great "baby step".) |
thanksgiving dinner this afternoon. Roasted some beets too. I think we'll make a beet hummus with them. Hope everyone has a great turkey day! |
i want to make Dream Soup with turkey leftovers, but the search function is kaput. i wish i had kept a sorabji recipe book. |
http://bbs.sorabji.com/m/1/search/index.cgi?query=%22Dream+Soup%22 just moved the sorabji.com stuff to a new server. took all night. good times. |
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i love you, mark. |
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the web hosting company/ISP where this and almost all my other sites are hosted declared bankruptcy last month. at first that made me outfreakthefuck but i guess the worst that can happen is they get acquired or they sell off their customers to another hosting company. It's hard to imagine they'd just shut off the lights one night... ALTHOUGH when I first dove in to this livelihood back in '03-or-so I had a vivid nightmare about just such a scenario. In my dream the data center got bombed and the bytes flew into the wilderness like paperwork from the Twin Towers. I've never seen the data center or any of the computers on which these sites have existed, nor have I seen the faces of the people who manage the hardware. That does not bother much except for those times when I think it's surreal and weird. |
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triplicate. |
Solstice just around the corner. Then Christmas, New Years, my birthday, superbowl. Can it get any better? |
I wish the doctor would declared me unfit for almost everything. I will be in Nashville next week. |
Of course if the world ends today we're all screwed. |
I can't get to anything but my microwave. Maybe I'll get to cleaning up and clearing out if the world doesn't end today. God, I must be depressed. I don't know how many times I've mentioned the world ending in these posts. Maybe I should have a Margarita in addition to the glass of wine I had tonight. Self medicating is fun! |
It beat eating that TV dinner. |
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................................. ................................ Damn. It didn't work. I guess I'm doomed to this painful existance. |
*3 beans (string, red kidney, butter) with bacon and toasted almond slices *smashed white sweet potatoes with maple syrup, a little butter, Greek yogurt, and a ginger/cinnamon/clove blend *apple and pear tart with the same ginger/cinnamon/clove blend (and possibly making a glaze with some cranberry orange chutney I have) I've made the beans and the sweet potatoes already, and they're pretty good. The tart crust is chilling for another 1/2 hour and then that will be ready for assembly. Favorite holiday of the year right here. |
Next year: bacon wrapped turkey. |
For lunch, invented the frittata sandwich. Post-Hunger Games, it may be time for ice cream sandwich. Or spiked cider. Or both. Next year, I'd like to be somewhere with people who do something. Or something. |
Brother's going to CA, aunt/uncle are going to FL, friends are going to NY, MO, and with their inlaws. Nothing can top the despair of Thanksgiving two years ago, when we drove home from MA to PA two days after my mom died and arrived at 6:30 to empty streets as everyone else alive was having dinner with their families, and my dad and I sat on the couch in the dark and watched nature shows on Animal Planet and tried not to think of my mom. Horrible horrible. |
-plain potato, and potato/parsnip/sweet potato. I liked the combo ones better. They were a little bit sweet. I also made two batches of cranberry applesauce, one sweet and one tart. I wish I'd brought home some leftovers. I'm missing my dad's traditional post-thanksgiving turkey sandwich with homemade Russian dressing. |
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My brother's been decent lately. He's fun to be around when he's decent and if I don't expect anything from him, I enjoy our interactions more. In a few minutes, I'm leaving to visit my longtime best friend at her family's house. She told me a few weeks ago that her mother has aggressive skin cancer on her lip and had to have surgery. I'll find out tonight if that's the end of it or if she'll need chemo. Fuck cancer. |
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there was a woman in my neighborhood who grew parsnips. she even had a picket fence around the the garden with a sign that said "parsnipapolis" on it. in season, she would give my mother bunches of them. she'd go cook them in stews or as a side or whatever. spent thanksgiving with my family for the first time in years - down in the farm house in austin. my sister made roasted cauliflower and brussels sprouts. my cousin made a kale and sweet potato casserole. saw my 5 year old niece. there's a picture of the two of us: she's in the front grinning into the camera while i'm behind her with my face covered in stickers. i made an e-card out of it and sent it to my father. my niece wants to sing "winter wonderland" at this year's family christmas party. i am to accompany her on ukulele. she will probably forget about this by the time of the party, but i have promised her mother i will be ready with an arrangement just in case. |
Then the stomach bug started making its rounds, hitting my son first, so he stayed with my mom while my brother, my wife, and I snuck out to catch a movie. Then, I got it on the day we were supposed to return home, delaying our trip a day. And of course, my wife finally succumbed during the trip back. Still, I consider the trip one of the better thanksgivings in a while. Very enjoyable. Spider, you need to send me that sweet potato dish recipe because it sounds amazing. |