There’s Always A Bloody Catch
Tomorrow, Saturday, is this blog’s twelfth birthday. That’s a stretch of time I hadn’t envisioned when I started doing this. Back in February 2007, I had no idea what I was doing with this thing – and no expectation that I’d still be doing it, hopefully a little better, more than a decade later. I can’t quite decide if this is a feat of unparalleled heroism on my part, or just bloody-minded obstinacy.
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Stand firm, Half! No poached eggs!
Eeewww.
@ Pogonip, in light of the previous comment regarding the poachers, you might want to rephrase that…
That’s why I’ve advised Half to stand firm. No one should have to eat previously fondled poached eggs.
I’m going to take some more cough syrup and go back to bed.
Before I zonk out—Zhang Ziyi is 40 today!🎂
This is noteworthy because my son used to have a big crush on her.
Eeewww.
Poached eggs done badly – i.e., with runny, slimy whites – are indeed disgusting. Done right, however, with toast, pepper and maybe some grated cheese and a whisper of Marmite… well, them’s good eats.
In other news, this is a thing that exists.
“poached eggs done badly…are indeed disgusting.”
Grounds for transportation.
“Entertain me in my last hours, please.”
Reason 4,598 attorneys are disdained:
http://ace.mu.nu/archives/379593.php
“Lawyer With Bed Bugs Falling Out Of His Clothes Causes Courthouse Evacuation…”
Done right, however, with toast, pepper and
Comfort food from my childhood — perfectly poached egg on crisped corned beef hash. :::::::drool::::::::
[ Slides absorbent newspaper underneath Darleen. ]
“Should white boys be allowed to speak?” I won’t spoil the answer for you:
https://thedickinsonian.com/opinion/2019/02/07/should-white-boys-still-be-allowed-to-talk/
“Should white boys be allowed to speak?”
Boys? It seems that these Progressive Thinkers work awfully hard to be viciously hateful.
No photo, so we don’t know for certain if the writer is a black bigot or one of the many white leftists who promulgate hatred of white people.
The end result, though, is to persuade civilized people that leftists are a plague, a disease.
a thing that exists
I’ll stick with _Ethel the Aardvark goes Quantity Surveying_.
[ Muffled objections from another room. ]
“I don’t care. We’re having poached eggs.”
. . . . I’ve noted deviled eggs being perfectly fine, but that’s basically the most interest I’ve ever found for eggs at all. After all there are all the other varieties of commendable and edible food out there to select from . . . .
Li Kai-Ching!
Thanks for being an oasis of sanity.
Oh, and have some poached oysters for your 12th
(watch out for pearls!)
–Bad News
Ping.
Li Kai-Ching!
Ping.
Bless you both. May you be puzzled by an odd, irregular percussive sound and then be pleasantly surprised to spot a woodpecker in a nearby tree.
Thanks for being an oasis of sanity.
No pressure, then.
After all there are all the other varieties of commendable and edible food out there to select from . . . .
https://thedickinsonian.com/opinion/2019/02/07/should-white-boys-still-be-allowed-to-talk/
Siiiiiiiggggggggghhhhhhhhhh . . . . . . . .
Just the opening paragraph, alone:
In short, we have a hipster with a totally accurate sense of self—i.e., being merely a hipster, as opposed to one of us adults—who notes being in the presence of other hipsters who themselves have the same self awareness with inclusive utter lack of any curiosity and interest in seeing how other things are or may be, where the hipster doing the writing is pissed off because the other hipsters are also present near the hipster doing the writing . . . . .
Or at least, as I am reporting, that’s what I get out of that opening paragraph . . . . .
Oy. Utter Oy.
Deviled eggs for the win!
What do you put in your deviled eggs? I use Miracle Whip, Plochman’s mustard (gotta be Plochman’s), a little salt, and a surprise, such as a bit of leftover meat, if we have it on hand.
David, that guy has stuck with you through thick and thin, not to mention putting up with the bar crowd here. Serving poached eggs is no way to show your appreciation.
Oy. Utter Oy.
Oh, and for any reactions by writer or the writer’s intended targets or enablers for either, if someone should attempt to try to claim that one subsect of hipster should take precedence over another, Ah, No.
A hipster, thus insisting on being seen as totally correct, is a hipster.
And thus a followup thought also just came to mind;
A plague o’ both your houses!.
Consider the poached egg blessing yours, madam.
Thank you sir!
I’ve seen those poached egg thingys but have never used them. Maybe I’ll give them a go.
Deviled eggs for the win!
What do you put in your deviled eggs?
Teeth.
Or:
Oh, actually, I don’t.
—I don’t make deviled eggs, that is.
That would involve having to make the things, thus doing things with eggs, which I’m not inclined towards in the first place, Etc . . . . I generally just munch on some or so if they turn up at some event.
As far as food and ingredients, I am aware of the complete lack of circumstance for mushrooms to be even considered a form of food, but eggs . . . . Meh.
Eggs rather rank with jicama and eggplant as being among those things only used as a transport materiel for the actually interesting added ingredients . . . . which thus does beg the question of why not just stick to the interesting ingredients, or when a supporting matrix is needed for those ingredients, find something just as interesting?
It’s been a minor ice age since I did tinkering with recipes, but once upon a time I did come up with Steak Cassiel and Brownies And Tea.
A number of years back when I was recurringly doing the engineering of lasagne, I did get definite glowing approval of my execution of garlic and meat lasagne rather than meat lasagne made merely in the vicinity of some garlic.
And there was the event I attended where I again got definite metaphoric handsprings regarding my large bowlful of nothing more than, as I recall, boiled spaghetti, a jar of olives, and some emphatic pouring of lemon juice.—The event was a quite Orthodox Sukkot potluck, so I needed to select ingredients Just So.
Eggs? . . . . . . Meh.
Do have at, if inclined . . . . but, Meh.
I use Miracle Whip
[ Spits. Throws salt over shoulder. Makes sign of the cross. ]
Eggs rather rank with jicama and eggplant as being among those things only used as a transport materiel for the actually interesting added ingredients . . . . which thus does beg the question of why not just stick to the interesting ingredients, or when a supporting matrix is needed for those ingredients, find something just as interesting?
It’s been a minor ice age since I did tinkering with recipes, but once upon a time I did come up with Steak Cassiel and Brownies And Tea.
OK.
*decides to mooch around outside smoking in the hope that the taxi won’t be long coming*
We see that Steve’s mom, or perhaps Mrs. Steve’s mom, was a mayo mom. The U.S. Gov’t did a study once and found that whether a woman’s mother used Miracle Whip or mayo, the daughter was very likely to carry on in the same tradition.
MY mom, a woman of exceeding class and good taste, was a Miracle Whip mom.
My mom was also somewhat colorblind, unusual in the female. She could distinguish basic colors but not the variety of shades within a color, or which color went with which. My brother caught the full red/green colorblindness syndrome. Ironically, I am one of those females that can discern many gradations of hue. I am pleased to report I did not pass colorblindness on to the Pogoniplet.
Neither Steve’s mom nor Mrs. Steve’s mom were mayo moms. Both were, in fact, Miracle Whip moms which is why Steve and Mrs. Steve are mayo people. Miracle Whip is made from fermented polystyrene and brings an unnatural flavour to whatever it’s used in. But to each his own.
Mrs. Steve’s Dad is colour blind though he denies it emphatically. He will eat whatever is put in front on him as long as he doesn’t have to make it himself.
On deviled eggs in our house it is not just mayo, but Best Foods Mayo (aka Hellmann’s east of the Rockies).
Some dry mustard, touch of onion powder, salt and white pepper.
The only argument is whether or not part of the batch will have sweet pickle relish as an additional ingredient.
Short, but inspired, accompaniment.
😄
Ok, there have been at least a dozen comments about eggs, so I think it’s about time to post this link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECtG_h2ppoQ
(Remy’s Eggs Over Easy).
I’ve seen those poached egg thingys but have never used them. Maybe I’ll give them a go.
They’re much easier to clean than most of the alternatives.
Also, fondling.
I may update the blogroll over the next few days. If anyone has additions to suggest – including items that aren’t strictly speaking blogs (YouTube channels, podcasts, etc) – by all means do.
I don’t think those are sleeves.
Via Dicentra.
Italy shows how to frighten children, small dogs, and SJWs.
Well, OK, if you say so.
“Feds Spend $228,636 to Find Out Why Obese Lesbians Binge Eat”
Guess what? It’s due to Bad Thoughts ™:
The researchers claim society can “influence young women’s eating in everyday life” and hypothesize that racism and homophobia are having an impact on minority lesbians who binge eat.
They’re getting chonky, and it’s your fault.
Forgot to: h/t Jim Goad
They’re getting chonky, and it’s your fault.
There was a largely dispelled theory that the mighty Brontosaurus lived in water to support its weight, perhaps it wasn’t really wrong.
Being a gentleman, I won’t ask why Mr Muldoon is browsing overweight lesbian dating apps.
… perhaps it wasn’t really wrong.
Spoiler that thing would you? I’ve just finished my lunch.
Being a gentleman, I won’t ask…
Being a gentleman I felt I should spare you from having to do all the heavy lifting finding the sort of things which grace these pages. As an added bonus, I felt you probably needed a respite from all the fondling.
Besides, the site was “ManyManateesInTheSea.net”.
Happy (belated) blog birthday.
Pinged!
Italy shows how to frighten children, small dogs, and SJWs.
Huuuuge.
Pinged!
Bless you, madam. During sales, may desirable shoes always be available in your size.
Italy shows how to frighten children, small dogs, and SJWs.
Heh. I don’t know if it’s art, but I do like it.
I’m so glad that actual crime is so low in England that the police can arrest and jail someone over tweets.
I should be so lucky, my office just gets to deal with stuff like this.
BRAVO BRAVO EXCELLENT BLOG !!!!!
That Italy thing. I can’t figure if it is pro-, anti-, or (unicorn here) indifferent-Trump. I’m seeing that being used in different contexts.
In Italy, probably pro- given their Interior Minister and problems with illegal immigrants. The sword says “Your Duties”, whether that is just something left over from the Romans I’ll leave to a classical scholar, but if it was anti- I’d expect it to say something on the lines of “Sword of Yankee Imperialism”.
Meanwhile, I hope to hell this is just someone trolling.