“Hablo español bien.”
The Spanish looked at each other again, clearly surprised.
Keeping to their language, John continued: “Besides, I doubt St. Isidore’s is closed to me.”
“And who are you?”
John produced his travel papers and a copy of his commission. “I am Lord John O’Neill, the third earl of Tyrone, Colonel of tercio O’Neill under Archduchess Isabella of the Spanish Low Countries. Etcetera etcetera etcetera. But most important, I am an old friend and student of Padre Luca. Whom I wish to see.”
Again the Spanish looked at each other. One more time, John thought, and it wouldn’t even make for a good comedy routine, anymore. “Is he expecting you?” one of them finally asked.
“I don’t really know,” John lied with a smile. “A letter was sent, but delivery is a little uncertain these days.” He gestured at the skyline; the tattered silhouettes of burnt buildings, and their pervasive smell, were unmistakable.
72 comments:
Man, I would give the chert off my back if I could avoid reading that shist - some take it for granite!
“You look; my eyeballs have already had their quota of ugly for today.”
No idea who the author was but I'll bet the guy in the portrait was no wound licker.
Then why are his lips so red?
Maybe because he can?
Looks like a big queen.
Look at his faggy clothes.
tits.
Lips like cherries if you're into that kind of thing. Someone found him notable and fab enough to preserve in oil.
And what's the deal w/the transparent collar?
...what's the deal w/the transparent collar?
Crypto-crystaline, to build on Sixty's rock solid start, which translates into something mysteriously sheer /see-through.
Starched net? But why and for what purpose. Class distinction? Fab to die for?
The amount of silvery embroidered dots or french knots on satin is also staggering.
In like....
Down goes mahal! Down goes mahal!
Featuring special bonus commentary by Titus.
Which one is which?
FWIW, the dude in the pic is Robert Devereux, 2nd Earl of Essex.
If Wikipedia can be trusted (it never can be, but it is occasionally correct), he was the last person to be beheaded in the Tower of London. It took three blows to complete the act. I've included that in my list of ways I don't want to go.
Is he wearing lipstick?
tits.
Where is Mamam?
I am horny.
tits.
Do you guys know that Indian's always tilt their heads-it means they are argeeing with you or understand you, but they tilt to the side whie we whiteys tilt up and down.
Bitch, Chip I aint fat and don't have a lisp-that thing on that video is major mary.
I am really butch and you can't tell I am gay, plus I would never video tape a clown and never be on tv ever for anything.
I am very private and mysterious-no facebook or anything-it's like i don't even exist-except to my tricks who i stick my hog down their mouths and gag em, sometimes while they are on the ground and I squeeze their lips together standing up and just pound their mouth.
thanks,
toodles.
tits.
sometimes when I am in heat and horny I just run out of my house and begin to "hunt" I will not stop until my hog is drained. It can be all consuming. I am on a mission. My inner voice is saying where's the fucking hole? Than I zoom in to it like a hunter zooms into bambi, slowly creeping up on it and then bouncing and telling them to get down on their fucking knees open your mouth and take this load bitch...and no eyes looking at me-look away fag.
thanks,
take care,
toodles,
happy holidays.
and as charo says cucci cucci.
MamaM is firming up her thanksgiving menu, cleaning house and ruminating on
...and
it's the damndest
movie
you've ever
seen
because
you're
in it--
The Feisty Grandma is headed by Ambucab to rehab this afternoon after having a rod and screw placed by arthroscopic surgery in her fractured femur, so a visit to get her situated is in order too. The doctor was careful to advise us that 35% of elderly patients who break their hip die within the following year, with or without surgery. A change in lifestyle may be in order, which often demoralizes.
Rod and screw and aggressive control seems to be the Titus Holiday Theme. Identification with hunters and prime pig during the up coming festuvities may be preferable to envisioning oneself as a plucked turkey about to be stuffed. Or seeing one's hot hub tilt his head head side to side when asked if he'll be hot and home for the holidays.
windbag, if only half the stuff written in the wiki about the 2nd Earl of Essex were true, his would still be a full and strange life. On one occasion during a heated Privy Council debate on the problems in Ireland, the Queen reportedly cuffed an insolent Essex round the ear, prompting him to half draw his sword on her.
I like to dig in my butt & smell my finger.
tits.
I like to dig in my butt & smell my finger.
Must have been the thought of The Queen cuffing an Insolent S-ex on the ear that brought about this latest round of butt digging.
Better yet, and more to the point of the finger:
There ain't nothin' more powerful than the odor of mendacity...You can smell it. It smells like death.
-- Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (courtesy of someone at TOP)
I just seen show on PBS on poor kids, depressing.
tits.
Titus, watching Tickle Me Elmo will make you...
Nevermind.
I am not into children EBL-I need a muscular man.
Pedies are grossies.
Do you guys know I have a friend who can do the cucci cucci thing that Charo did and he shakes his ass just like her? He is amazing.
tits.
Totally butch.
Ken Burns is a pompous ass but he does make some good docs. I watched his The Dust Bowl this week and it's one of his better ones IMO. Since there are still many folks living, there are more poignant interviews and less tedious Peter Coyote narrative.
Whats really hot
Charo playing the guitar and flaminco dancers
Happy Thanksgiving.
Hey, Happy Thanksgiving back at you, DBQ, and all the other Troopers and Trooperettes. Enjoy the day!
Happy Thanksgiving, all!! I'm in Kannapolis (outside of Charlotte) with the in-laws for the celebrations. Lasagna for dinner tonight. Already made two apple pies and my daughter has a cheesecake in the oven now. Shaping up nicely.
I loved The Dust Bowl but it sucked Roosevelt's hog big time.
The Geffen bio incred-huge fruit.
Loved the one with the guy who lived with turkeys.
PBS huge commies tho.
I performed Malagueña" in Drum Corps.
Hey! chickelit just got an Instylink!
Titus, Kevin Cash is not a child. You did say you liked black guys.
Good morning and Happy Thanksgiving to one and all!
I count my friends here among the people I give thanks for. Very best wishes to you all!
We aren't hosting Thanksgiving dinner, for the first time since we were married. It became too complicated in the last couple of years - everyone in the family also has other obligations. Plus, a few people let it be known that they really didn't care for other people and I got tired of being the referee.
So this year we're taking the old man out for dinner at noon to whichever restaurant he wants to dine at (Chinese, odds are) then packing up and driving to the cabin for a few days. I'm looking forward to it.
The weather is unusual today. Temperatures are predicted to be in the low 60s, not the high 20s we usually see here. I may wear shorts, because I can.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Michael Haz - your father is a remarkable man and it looks like you are cut from the same cloth. Have a great day and enjoy the warm weather.
Happy Thanksgiving All,
We are hosting 4 guests and with my brood we are 8 in all.
Michael. Best to you and your father and your family. We need to enjoy the time that we have with those that we love and those that we like to be around. As I get older, I have come to the realization that time should not be squandered.
Our families are far from us and generally we don't do a big family thing. Often we don't enjoy those mass get togethers for the same reasons: not everyone gets along.
This year for Thanksgiving, we have invited a couple who are very good friends to us. They are going through some awful family turmoils and don't want to be around any of their own children or even grandchildren this year. We gave them the perfect "out". Come to dinner at our house and enjoy a deep fried turkey. Peace and quiet away from the squabbling family.
We are just thankful for the small things and don't sweat the big stuff.
Happy Thanksgiving to all the good folks here.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Thanksgiving 2012: Revenge of the Turkeys
I hope everyone here has things to be grateful for.
I do, and I am.
Happy Thanksgiving to one and all. Special thanks to Trooper for this forum.
Michael, I hope you, your immediate family and your dad have a happy Thanksgiving.
Chinese food sounds like fun--especially if you can get the staff to sing like in "A Christmas Story."
Often we don't enjoy those mass get togethers for the same reasons: not everyone gets along.
Is it the omnipresent nudity in your home? :)
I hope everyone here has things to be grateful for.
Be grateful, not full of grate.
Be grateful, not full of grate.
Even the Chizz Grater?
Here's hoping a good and restful Thanksgiving is enjoyed by all. With special wishes for the Blog Host as he and Lee Lee head into the stress and trials of shopkeepers involved in the retail holiday season
The M men are home for the weekend and outdoors enjoying the 60 degree weather, mowing the lawn, leaf catching for the last time, blowing out gutters and putting out the tiny tree lights that get me through the dark winter months until the sun returns in strength.
At this point in our life, simple is what we have. No one commented on the last Bukowski post, but I liked that poem a lot. It captured the loss of expectations and the degrees and process by which I find myself thankful.
so you just
can't
expect too much
you can't even
expect
so what you do
is
work from a modest
minimal
base
like when you
walk outside
be glad your car
might possibly
be there
I'm grateful that 49th anniversaries are not bfd's.
Next year will be an orgy of boomer angstl. Right now I'm predicting a 400-comment thread at TOP for the occasion.
I don't even know what angstl is, but I'm predicting it.
Sounds like the feeling you get from eating too much Viennese pastry.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Perhaps angstlation is similar to pixelation, where single elements are magnified to loom large and cause vexelation.
Mary and I took the old man to dinner. His favorite Chinese place was closed, as were the second and third places we tried. When did Chinese restaurants start closing on holidays?
We found a nice diner that was open. God love the Greek restauranteurs, they never sleep. Maybe that's why they all look ready for the coronary ICU at any moment.
We were seated and a nice waitress asked if we wanted coffee. The old man said "Is your coffee good? I haven't got much time left and I'm not drinking any more lousy coffee." She came back with three cups and a freshly brewed pot.
The turkey dinners were pretty good. We had plenty to take home. Gravy was served in a cup on one side of the plate. The old man took a spoonful and said "What the hell's wrong with this pudding?" "It's gravy, John" said Mary. He said "I know, I know, I'm just teasing." Maybe he was, who knows?
The food perked him up and it became stream-of-conscionceness time. Some of the jewels:
"Culver's is a successful restaurant chain because they figured out onions. They put red onions on their burgers and that makes them taste better."
"There's too damn many grocery stores. And they're all too big. Some of 'em are going to go bankrupt, count on it."
"My parents grew everthing they needed. Some years during the Depression my pop made only $600, but they paid off their house, canned their own meat and vegetables, made wine and liquor, sewed clothes and made soap. I check out at the grocery store yesterday and it was fifty five bucks. How the hell did my folks make it?"
"Your sister called and wanted to come over for a visit. I told her I wasn't feeling good. Truth is, she comes over and doesn't stop talking. She starts talking and an hour later I still don't know what the hell she's talking about. She's like a radio station - she sends but she doesn't receive."
"They ripped out and replaced the parking lot at the apartment where I live. I watched the whole thing. They were gettin' ready to put in the new blacktop and I walked out to the middle of it with my cane. The gravel was too soft. It didn't feel right. The foreman came over and said "What the hell are you doing?" I told him my cane was actually a penetrometer and I'm getting a reading of maybe 1800 PSI and you know damn well you need 2100 PSI or this thing'll be full of cracks and potholes next year. He told me to get back to the sidewalk, but he had a roller come back over it one more time. I watched."
We took him home, drove through the park on the way, then walked him into his apartment and stayed a while. Afterwards, Mary and I were quiet on the ride back to our place.
"How long?" she finally asked. "I don't know. Tomorrow, Christmas, Easter, no one knows, including his MD who said" 'Labor Day' last spring." "Well, that's not much different than the rest of is, isn't it? You never know."
You never know. I think that's one reason why Thanksgiving is such a great holiday. People scramble to get home, braving clogged airports and highways, bad weather, annoying relatives and everything else that goes with the holiday. You have to go home once a year and see everyone, have a meal, tell stories adn jokes, coo over the babies, fuss over the elderly and remember the departed because you just never know.
Hope everyone here enjoyed the dindin.
love,
tits.
Started the day with blueberry coffee cake. And coffee. My mother in law makes the best coffee anywhere. She pours herself a cup then microwaves it. Don't know how she as any skin in her mouth. Traditional feast: turkey, taters, gravy, stuffing, etc. Couldn't fit any dessert in so we waited until supper time and dug into the pies and cheesecake. We're making more pies tomorrow. Two sisters in law just left to hit the Black Friday sales. Have fun with that. Maxed out the in law's internet. Too many iPods, laptops, Nintendos, and smart phones. Watched Charlie Brown together.
Being together is the best part.
Mayor Bloomberg?
Michael, I am glad you had a great Thanksgiving. Enjoy the time you have with your dad.
Wonderful story, Haz!
Michael Haz, You consistently write from your heart and it is inspiring.
My sister worked her way through college working @ a Greek diner in New Haven, Ct. It was owned by 2 brothers and open 24/7 EVERY day of the year. One brother worked 12 hours, the other brother 12 hours, EVERY day of the year. And yez mr. Obama, they did build that. My sister started working @ 15 in my family's restaurant and she was aa keeper. These guys were tough but they took care of her, they weren't stupid.
Here it is the day after Thanksgiving and I'm eating again. Shameful. But there you are.
I think I'll buy a silk shirt in honor of Sir O'Neil. Well, and also I've always wanted to own a silk shirt. You're wrong, Titus, that silk shirts are faggy. Go to Territory Ahead.com and take a look. They don't have to be shiny.
I have no deep thoughts and there is no hope but what the hey...
Go to Territory Ahead.com and take a look. They don't have to be shiny.
I took at look at Sir O'Neil instead and found more than I wanted to know about being hanged, drawn and quartered.
More astounding than the gruesome particulars was the fact that the punishment was in effect for almost 600 years! Longer than we've been a nation.
...part of the grisly penalty anciently ordained in England (1283) for the crime of treason. Until 1867, when it was abolished...
Which Sir O'Neill would the purchase of a silk shirt honor?
...looking for Troop's review of this year's prandial gratitudes. He's usually contrarian, shunning the traditional.
He's usually contrarian, shunning the traditional.
Maybe this year he decided to shove the whole fucking bird into the oven.
In addition to deep frying a turkey yesterday, we decided, as long as we have the peanut oil in the pot to go ahead and deep fry a couple of whole chickens. We used to do a lot of those when we had the deli.
The brine that I use has brown sugar, coarse salt, onions, peppercorns and star anise. Due to the brine the birds are incredibly moist. But, as a result of the brown sugar the skin on the birds ends up being a very dark blackish brown. Burnt and charred looking.
We jokingly call them Chernobyl Chicken :-)
MamaM said...
Maybe this year he decided to shove the whole fucking bird into the oven.
Sounds menacing, MamaM.
Dust Bunny Queen said...
In addition to deep frying a turkey yesterday, we decided, as long as we have the peanut oil in the pot to go ahead and deep fry a couple of whole chickens. We used to do a lot of those when we had the deli.
Feathers and all?
I pinched curry, lentil & couscous dump.
tits.
PBS (commie) showed this guy who lived with turkeys-they r not dumb.
Mister Tom-the turkey- tried to kill him when he left.
I love PBS (COMMIE). Everyone @ work loves NPR, NY Times ^ PBS. bunch of commie intellects. Tons of Jews too-lib jews. They love to volunteer & shit-weirdos big time.
tits.
They dig volunteering @ food pAnties. Green Street they odor.
DBQ, I love it when you talk food. Brining a bigger bird is a pain in the ass. I discovered this year @ Whole Foods that they have brined turkeys. Since Mn.[nearby] is a huge producer of turkeys maybe it's just a regional option. I live in Wi. and this bird was from Mn. It was good, but a bit salty. I have adjusted my brine mixture over the years finding the convential ratio[cup of kosher salt per 8 gallons] to be a bit much. What is your brining recipe? I use a half cup of salt, a cup of brown sugar, 2 oranges, 2 lemons, and some fresh rosemary. Again, this is an 8 qt. of water which covers a 12 lb. bird. I will never cook a turkey not brined anymore.
@MamaM,
Being drawn and quartered is indeed gruesome. Being pressed was horrible in its own way (no pun intended). The offender was placed on his back while weights were placed on his chest until his diaphragm could no longer lift the weight and he suffocated. A confession was sought between the placement of the weights.
The sensation is approximated during this season, as many of us eat until we can't breathe.
Maybe this year he decided to shove the whole fucking bird into the oven.
Sounds menacing, MamaM.
Witch-like!
John who sometimes comments here (with the yellow dust storm warning avatar) linked to a video over at TOP describing the shoving method, otherwise known as the Hansel and Gretel approach--fatten the bird and shove it in the hot oven.
Our Brine recipe is more basic than ND's, but worked great:
Into a large orange beverage container, like the kind containing the icy liquid football players dump on winning coaches at the end of the game:
1 Gallon of hot water
1 pound of kosher salt-Stir til salt dissolves
2 quarts vegetable or chicken broth
1 pound of honey
1 bag of ice (7 pounds)
Brine overnight, remove bird, dry and rub with oil. Place on 400 degree grill
Build a smoke bomb:
One cup of hickory smoked wood chips (half of them wet, half dry) in center of two layers of heavy foil, with edges of foil gathered up to form a pouch with an open top. Set the bomb on charcoal or metal bar over flame. Cook to 160 degrees. Cover with foil after first hour, and replace woodchips with 2nd cup. Allow bird to rest covered for one hour after reaching temp.
Oh that was Eric Flint by the way.
The author I mean not the brined turkey. Just sayn'
DBQ, I love it when you talk food.
Well.....it IS "one" way to a man's heart and all that stuff :-)
For a 10-12 lb turkey. 12 lbs is pushing the limits.
Brine ...a simpler version of the one we used to smoke birds in the deli Not trying to link whore but here is something about our old biz
6 qts water
1 cup coarse sea salt. If using kosher 1 1/2 cups.
1 cup packed dark brown sugar
2 medium onions chopped into 8ths
2 tbsp black peppercorns
8 or so star anise
bring to a simmer and then cool. Might take more than one day. Put the bird in the brine. Add some ice if you need to, but not much because you don't want to dilute the salt/sugar/bird ratio. We don't add ice in the winter because it is already freaking cold outside in the pump house. In the summer just up the salt and sugar to water ratio. It isn't rocket science :-) Put bird and brine in pump house. Go out every now and then and turn it over....grab a beer from the pump house which is also cold from being outside...rinse and repeat.
The trick to doing a fried turkey is to be precise in the amount of oil to the size of the pot. We put the thawed out turkey in the pot, fill it full of water to just above the surface of the bird. You MUST leave enough head room below the top of the pot for safety. Pull the bird out, pour the water into a bucket and Ta Dah! that is the amount of oil you need so that you don't have an overflow and catch your building on fire. We did lots of turkeys and chickens {no....no feathers} so we didn't need to measure every time.
30 minutes at 350 to 375 for a turkey, let the bird rest for 15 min before serving. It will continue to cook. 12 to 15 minutes for a chicken.
Watch out for those commercially brined birds since they were probably injected or vacuum injected with brine and water. They probably contain more water and salt than you really want. We had a vacuum tumbler that we used for mass volume of cooking. You can't take the time to do it otherwise. For personal use, the old fashioned brine and time method is best.
Too much information??? I love to cook.
The wonderful smell of Honey Brined Smoked Turkey floating outdoors in the air all afternoon is one reason we keep using this method. The other is flavor so good MrM is fancifully talking about cooking another tomorrow. It probably won't taste the same if he does, since food tends to have that that "second bite not quite as flavorful as the first" thing going, plus there's something special about the day and the anticipation that adds to the mix.
As for eating impaired breathing, we didn't get around to dessert until today, but it was good with left-overs.
@DBQ, we deepfried a turkey once (before going to the smoking method) and my best memory of that experience is the look on my mother's face when she arrived to see us engaging in such tom-foolery. In her borderline world there's only ONE right way to cook a turkey (get up at the crack o' dawn and cook it to death) and we were committing turkey heresy if not family style treason. Worse yet, the fried bird tasted as good as the oven cooked back-up. Freedom of speech, combined with the right to bear arms, break traditions and drop turkeys in hot oil are the only answer to powerful tyrannies committed to the drawing and quartering of those who disagree or choose a different path.
duck fat fries r huge now.
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