Their chemistry therein is what enables them to get by such alchemist incidents.
Sure he’ll try it. He loves you. Not your alchemy at the stove, orbiting turkeys notwithstanding. (NASA still wants your recipe, Sam. Musk might pay more, if you could just remember what you actually did)
If there’s a lid on it, and it’s not twice as high above the rim, it’s not a souffle. Don’t know what it IS, but it’s not a souffle. Zed, I hope you have your health AND life insurances paid up.
One of my wife’s cooking conundrums is like the ‘loaves and fishes’ parable but concerns the making of potato salad. She starts with 3-4 boiled potatoes, chopped pickles, some mustard and mayo, and some other seasonings that all told is about a quart or less of product. However, after assembly it all barely fits in a two gallon bowl! Amazing!
Potato salad: boiled russet or red potatoes, celery, radishes, green onion including tails, red onion, small bits of color bell peppers (red, yellow, orange), a good spicy whole grain mustard, Dijon mustard, dill or sweet relish, and mayo.
Four russets 4 inches long, scrubbed, peeled and boiled, will be sufficient. Dice all ingredients in a large bowl, add mustards, relish and mayo, mix thoroughly, cover and chill in the fridge.
While that is chillin’, along with the wine, get the meat going.
Souffle? My mother made this cheese thing with beaten egg whites and called it a cheese fondue. It was always lumpy, because she would not shred the cheese. Not all women from that generation were hausfraus.
Some of us learned to cook early out of self-defense.
My mother cooked “Monterey Calif. Spanish”. My wife thinks
salt and pepper are spices…..and still does after 53 years.
Must be something else about her than her cooking.
Had the proverbial ‘Mad Scientist’ as an early high school Chem teacher. Those of us that lasted with him for 2 years were treated deferentially and with respect by students and teachers that acknowledged our skill in that arcane art.
Or else. Heh!
One does wonder how much money has been dangled in front of the obviously deranged ( = Feminist Democrat) Ms Ford’s nose to brazenly lie, and who is doing the dangling? Must be quite the tidy sum.
Not necessarily. Recovered memories are the least reliable of any memory. Recovered memory therapists are notorious for asking leading questions, repeating questions until the “proper” answer is given and using their position to implant memories. Which is part of the reason that recovered memories cannot be evidence.
In regard to turning lead into gold, the secret is not quite so arcane. It’s used in modern costume jewelry all the time. It’s simply electrolysis, using a current to attract liquified gold (in powdered form, suspended in a solution) to another metal surface. The Egyptians knew how to do it. Discovered in a tomb a few years back that some gold objects were vermeil: gold-plated silver. It requires a low-level electric current, which the Egyptians created by using wine (acidic) to produce a current.
I believe the Mayans knew about it, also.
Here’s another thing: if you put gold and silver together as separate objects that touch, you get what is called a galvanic reaction – an electric shock. Happened to me when my dentist put a gold crown next to a silver-filled tooth. Zappo!
Not so mysterious, you see. But whether or not it could be used to make Skye more valuable is questionable.
Any news from the Eastern Front, where the Bad People are hounding a decent man? I don’t think my stomach could take watching it all day.
I just watched this video from Fox briefly, and the question comes up and will remain UP until answered:
If Feinstein’s office did not leak the letter from Ford in FBI file, then how in the blue-eyed world was it leaked to the media, as in CNN?
Let us hope, very sincerely, that this dreadful business will turn off so many people lingering on the middle of the Mugwump fence, that they will decide it is far past time to vote the Bad Guys (libs) out of office.
I mean no harm to anyone, but I think the should all, including that Warren bimp, should lose their jobs, and she, in particular, for taking a Navy Vice Admiral to task over a Christmas party he went to, with approval from his command, 14 FREAKING YEARS AGO. He is being pointed at because the waitresses wore Santa Claus dresses that were skimpy back then.
These Swamp Dwellers are NOT holier than their targets or us. They are desperately trying to avoid being caught by using “deflection”, which does not always work very well.
May the Walls of Babble-On come crashing down, hard and permanently, around those who hold ill will toward us and our independence and our high value of real freedom.
My mother was a decent enough cook. After all, I grew up on her cooking, it was all I really knew. Come to figure out much later that my mother was limited in her cooking, limited by her own mother (married too young, too many children, too close together), and her husband, my father (a strictly meat-and-potatoes man, no soul to try anything new or different). I found out there are better cooks in the world when I married my first, last, and only wife of my life. Our first date, we canned peaches, cherries, and apricots. Here was a young man from big city back East, didn’t know nuttin’ from nuttin’, thrilled to learn something new. Since then, for the past 40+ years, we’ve gone places, done things, and eaten our way around the world. and 99% of it wonderfully delicious.
I have the 1953 BH&G cookbook, the one with the buffalo plaid red & white check on the cover. I also have the updated version from a few years ago. My mother’s copy was the 1953 edition. None of the recipes in that cookbook ever reached the table – EVER.
I could never figure out why until I talked to my sister about it, and she and I agreed that Ma’s eyesight was so atrociously bad, she was probably nearly blind. She would NOT wear her glasses, because she didn’t want to be dependent on them – her words.
Sometimes, we learn to cook out of self-defense as much as anything else.
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Ah, yes……I recall those days of stove top apocalypse……wife never let me near the stove after the “deep dish tater tot nuclear meltdown” incident.
EPA is still pissed at me. : (
But whereas with the transmutation of alchemy the cost far exceeds the gain, relationships while not easy are worth the investment.
It’s a whole different kind of nuclear.
Pretty much the same when physics is used via a particle accelerator.
She’s chasing the green dragon? What happens when she finds the peacock?
Only Green Dragon I’m familiar with is the Army Chemical Corps. I remember when they were reactivated at Ft. McClellan, AL
Dragon Soldiers, ARISE!
Zar Belk!
Their chemistry therein is what enables them to get by such alchemist incidents.
Sure he’ll try it. He loves you. Not your alchemy at the stove, orbiting turkeys notwithstanding. (NASA still wants your recipe, Sam. Musk might pay more, if you could just remember what you actually did)
Might want to send Sam to the CIA cooking short course — the Culinary Institute of America, that is. Spent two weeks there, years ago.
Wasn’t that founded by Julia Child?
If there’s a lid on it, and it’s not twice as high above the rim, it’s not a souffle. Don’t know what it IS, but it’s not a souffle. Zed, I hope you have your health AND life insurances paid up.
Savory soufflés don’t rise like dessert soufflés. I’d try her soufflé anytime.
Ahhhhhhh………learn something new today. Thank you.
One of my wife’s cooking conundrums is like the ‘loaves and fishes’ parable but concerns the making of potato salad. She starts with 3-4 boiled potatoes, chopped pickles, some mustard and mayo, and some other seasonings that all told is about a quart or less of product. However, after assembly it all barely fits in a two gallon bowl! Amazing!
Yes, I’ll have some of this and like it. Then later I’ll have some of THAT and LOVE IT!!
But can she make cornbread and not have it stick to the iron skillet? If so, “she’s a pass”. Last line of “Dredd” (the good one with Carl Urban)
“Eat’n burnt dinners that whole first year; and ask’n for seconds, to keep her from tearing up.
Yeah that’s the good stuhhhff….”
🙂
I was always a much better cook than my ex-wife… and I’m not much of a cook… The current girlfriend, however, found more than one way to my heart.
Potato salad: boiled russet or red potatoes, celery, radishes, green onion including tails, red onion, small bits of color bell peppers (red, yellow, orange), a good spicy whole grain mustard, Dijon mustard, dill or sweet relish, and mayo.
Four russets 4 inches long, scrubbed, peeled and boiled, will be sufficient. Dice all ingredients in a large bowl, add mustards, relish and mayo, mix thoroughly, cover and chill in the fridge.
While that is chillin’, along with the wine, get the meat going.
Souffle? My mother made this cheese thing with beaten egg whites and called it a cheese fondue. It was always lumpy, because she would not shred the cheese. Not all women from that generation were hausfraus.
Some of us learned to cook early out of self-defense.
I wound up telling my wife about some of the fast and easy dishes that were served up by the messcooks. Now I can’t get away from them.
Tactical error on your part!!!
My mother cooked “Monterey Calif. Spanish”. My wife thinks
salt and pepper are spices…..and still does after 53 years.
Must be something else about her than her cooking.
Had the proverbial ‘Mad Scientist’ as an early high school Chem teacher. Those of us that lasted with him for 2 years were treated deferentially and with respect by students and teachers that acknowledged our skill in that arcane art.
Or else. Heh!
Huh. Anybody else having trouble getting comments to take?
Something in my Southern Cookin’ comment (3 tries) must be triggering your filter Chris?
Not that I’m aware, I don’t see ’em in the queue.
One does wonder how much money has been dangled in front of the obviously deranged ( = Feminist Democrat) Ms Ford’s nose to brazenly lie, and who is doing the dangling? Must be quite the tidy sum.
Apropos souffles ; )
Not necessarily. Recovered memories are the least reliable of any memory. Recovered memory therapists are notorious for asking leading questions, repeating questions until the “proper” answer is given and using their position to implant memories. Which is part of the reason that recovered memories cannot be evidence.
In regard to turning lead into gold, the secret is not quite so arcane. It’s used in modern costume jewelry all the time. It’s simply electrolysis, using a current to attract liquified gold (in powdered form, suspended in a solution) to another metal surface. The Egyptians knew how to do it. Discovered in a tomb a few years back that some gold objects were vermeil: gold-plated silver. It requires a low-level electric current, which the Egyptians created by using wine (acidic) to produce a current.
I believe the Mayans knew about it, also.
Here’s another thing: if you put gold and silver together as separate objects that touch, you get what is called a galvanic reaction – an electric shock. Happened to me when my dentist put a gold crown next to a silver-filled tooth. Zappo!
Not so mysterious, you see. But whether or not it could be used to make Skye more valuable is questionable.
Any news from the Eastern Front, where the Bad People are hounding a decent man? I don’t think my stomach could take watching it all day.
Clay jars with apparatus to electroplate gold were found in Babylon and Baghdad.
The way Democrats are questioning Judge Kavanaugh is atrocious. When they leave, one would suspect a trail of slime is left behind.
Heh… Remington, Federal, CCI, and Winchester figured out how to turn lead into gold a long time ago.
Microbial mats can move around?
Senator Hirono saves air fare by commuting back to Hawaii by broom.
This whole Kavanaugh thing is total BS!
I just watched this video from Fox briefly, and the question comes up and will remain UP until answered:
If Feinstein’s office did not leak the letter from Ford in FBI file, then how in the blue-eyed world was it leaked to the media, as in CNN?
http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2018/09/27/cruz-cornyn-spar-with-feinstein-at-kavanaugh-hearing-over-leak-ford-letter.html
Let us hope, very sincerely, that this dreadful business will turn off so many people lingering on the middle of the Mugwump fence, that they will decide it is far past time to vote the Bad Guys (libs) out of office.
I mean no harm to anyone, but I think the should all, including that Warren bimp, should lose their jobs, and she, in particular, for taking a Navy Vice Admiral to task over a Christmas party he went to, with approval from his command, 14 FREAKING YEARS AGO. He is being pointed at because the waitresses wore Santa Claus dresses that were skimpy back then.
These Swamp Dwellers are NOT holier than their targets or us. They are desperately trying to avoid being caught by using “deflection”, which does not always work very well.
Judiciary Committee will vote tomorrow and send the nomination to the Senate.
WSJ just endorsed Kavanaugh.
May the Walls of Babble-On come crashing down, hard and permanently, around those who hold ill will toward us and our independence and our high value of real freedom.
My mother was a decent enough cook. After all, I grew up on her cooking, it was all I really knew. Come to figure out much later that my mother was limited in her cooking, limited by her own mother (married too young, too many children, too close together), and her husband, my father (a strictly meat-and-potatoes man, no soul to try anything new or different). I found out there are better cooks in the world when I married my first, last, and only wife of my life. Our first date, we canned peaches, cherries, and apricots. Here was a young man from big city back East, didn’t know nuttin’ from nuttin’, thrilled to learn something new. Since then, for the past 40+ years, we’ve gone places, done things, and eaten our way around the world. and 99% of it wonderfully delicious.
I have the 1953 BH&G cookbook, the one with the buffalo plaid red & white check on the cover. I also have the updated version from a few years ago. My mother’s copy was the 1953 edition. None of the recipes in that cookbook ever reached the table – EVER.
I could never figure out why until I talked to my sister about it, and she and I agreed that Ma’s eyesight was so atrociously bad, she was probably nearly blind. She would NOT wear her glasses, because she didn’t want to be dependent on them – her words.
Sometimes, we learn to cook out of self-defense as much as anything else.
I have the Carnation Canned Milk Cookbook with Gracie Allen’s signature,
Say ‘Good Night’ Gracie.
🙂