Beef and broccoli Trooper York Style

So since Good Food has closed I have to find a new source of meat. It is not as easy as all that. I can't just go to the supermarket because the crap they have there sucks. I have to to the other Italian market Mastellone which is about five blocks away instead of across the street. Now Vinny the butcher is also the owner but he is not into meat as much as Mike from Good Food. So his stuff isn't as good. And he is not behind the counter to cut it fresh. I have to hunt him down to get fresh meat. Or take what is in the case. Now that can work because sometimes some stuff is fresh.

On Sunday night he had some good beef strips. To use in making bracoles  or for a stir fry. Which is what I used if for to make beef and broccoli.

Frist I got about four packages of meat which was about three pounds. I sliced the already very thin slices into smaller pieces. I then took 17 cloves of garlic and a whole piece of ginger (cleaned and peeled). I put them into the food processor and ground them up and put them in some oil in the wok. I cooked them until they started to brown and then threw in the meat. I cooked that for about fifteen minutes until well browned. I reserved that and then put in four heads of broccoli which was only the florets that I had chopped up. (I saved the rest of the broccoli to make soup) I threw the broccoli florets into the residues left from cooking the meat and added some olive oil to lube it up a little.I flashed fried it until it was nice and crispy. Then I threw the meat back in. Added a nice half cup of low sodium soy sauce and three tablespoons of hoisin sauce. If you are going to cook chinks you need the hoisin sauce. It is the key ingredient in most of your tasty dishes. I slopped that around for a while to coat everything with the sauce.

Served it with brown rice. It was delicious.

MamaM takes Ritmo to the woodshed.

MamaM said...
Althouse has never said one untoward thing against Ritmo. Who is this "ritmo"?

The agenda being pursued by AllieOop/Inga and Ritmo over at TOP is one they publicly discussed on his blog before he closed it down.

The way I see it, Ritmo's been playing the game of derailment for a long time. As Montana Urban Legend, his original approach involved long tedious circuitous rambles which rarely intersected with other commenters and primarily served to kill and derail threads through boredom, including apparently, his own. His second transformation involved the inclusion of more direct argument which yielded a more entertaining and engaging exchange but kept the discussion too closely on track for successful derailment. To up the ante and prevent his ass from regularly being handed to him, psychological manipulation was added to the mix, with polarizing and shaming practiced along with selective praise. Through it all the agenda and result appears to be the same.

IMO, consistently advancing a goal of domination, derailment and destruction is not good faith behavior. Althouse sees it differently.

 This is a very astute comment by MamaM but there is more going on then meets the eye. I have actually spoken to Ritmo on the phone. He is a pretty intelligent guy and I think I have a lot in common with him. You see we are both arrogant fucks who think any intelligent person would think the same way we do. So we don't suffer fools gladly. He is on the ultra liberal side and I am on the ultra conservative side. At one time I found myself doing a lot of the stuff he is doing now. Only better. You see I would beat up on some liberal fools at TOP like hdhouse. Of course I tried to be funny and mock them in a way that would win people to my point of view. But after a while I realized that was a mugs game. I mean I went so far as to apologize to hdhouse and we developed an decent internet relationship. I hope I have learned enough that I can let other people have an opinion even a wrong headed one like hd. Ritmo is not there yet. He likes to fight. To mix it up. To spew invective and nasty comments. Shit that's fun. It's like doing drugs. Or getting drunk. People are constantly saying how bad it is but they never say that it is fun. Just sayn'

After my big blowup with the evil bloggr lady over J, there were a couple of long threads about it. At the end of one a commenter called sorepaw did the most complete and correct analysis of TOP that I have ever seen. He noted that the evil blogger lady never slaps around the liberal trolls. She cossets them. You see they rile up her commenters who are mostly conservative. So she gets comments and hits and page views and all that good shit. Which it is all about for the evil queen. Her preening self regard instructs all of her actions. So liberal trolls who bring comment totals to riduclous heights of over 800\ comments.

Now Inga is a different story.

She is just a cunt.

Hey I was busy shopping for Fabrics

So I am sorry that I haven't been posting as much as I used to but I have been mucho busy. As I had mentioned my employees have all quit or were fired so it is basically me and Lisa working every day. I have hired two part timers to fill in around the edges but we are doing the bulk of it.

When you run a store and a business like we do it is not just opening the door and letting the money roll in.
We manufacture all of our clothes so we have to buy the fabric and the trim and take it to the factory and pick up the finished pieces. I used to have this Jap twat that did this but her husband lost his job so she had to take a full time job to support her family. So I am doing her job as well as my own.

Today we spent all day in the garment center. We got fabric for our spring line and trim such as leather and zippers and all kinds of shit that goes into manufacturing. We went to about twenty places so we are really beat.

But I just did not want to miss another day posting.

Hey ......I will have what he is having...What? Waddaya mean it's not on the menu!

We have been very busy so for the last couple of nights we have to eat out. We are too lazy to go to a new joint so we just walk across the street to Marco Polo.

Once of the best things about eating in the same joint is you can get what you want. Order off the menu. Get what works for you. So that's what we did. Let's review.

We started out with some figs and prosciutto along with a hot antipasto that consisted of mozzarella 'n carozza, stuffed mushrooms and eggplant rollatini.

Lisa went with the Ferro Pasta with zucchini, cherry tomatoes and garlic and oil. It was a hearty dish and of course she added some cheese and fresh black pepper to finish it off.

I went with the cavatelli with the spicy sausage and basil and as always lots and lots of cheese. This was a great dish even though it was very, very spicy. The best part of a dish like this? Mopping up all of the leftover sauce with a nice crusty piece of Italian bread.

Our good friend that was with us (you know who you are) had the Lobster tail with the gnocchi in a light pesto sauce. Very nice.

So then we came to dessert and decided we didn't want a heavy desert. No cheese cake. No creme brulee.
No pastries. Just some simple fruit.

Of course I had them add a dish of chocolate sauce.

I just have to order off the menu.

Our Condolences to Michael Haz and his family.

Michael Haz said...
The old man's funeral was yesterday, on a beautifully clear, sunny morning.

The service was small - most of his friends already died, and our family is smallish. We made it all about optimism, hope, happiness and cheer; the traits he held all his life.

His last month was like falling off a cliff as we moved him from home to assisted living to nursing home to hospice all in four weeks time. We could barely keep up. It's calm now, and his next move in two weeks will be to the cemetery in a small town in central Wisconsin where he was born. He'll be buried near his parents, brothers, sister an other relatives.

His last words were spoken to a nurse who jostled him while adjusting the sheets on his bed, causing him a moment of pain. While she was apologizing over and over, he looked up at her, smiled, and said "Don't worry doll, everything will be okay." It's become our family mantra."

Michael I am sorry for your loss. I know you have been dealing with it and it was not unanticipated but it will still be a blow.

Please know that our prayers are with you.

One Adam 1...See the Man....Reports of someone Monkeying Around!

"Excuse me there is a report of someone monkeying around? Was that you sir?"
'Why are you a cop? You don't look like the fuzz man."
"Fuzz? I will show you Fuzz?"
"Groovy Man. I can dig it. I am too busy singing too put anybody down."

You don't know Jack...about Jack

So last night I was torturing Lisa by making her watch old TV shows when we were lying down before we went to sleep. Now she rejected "The Riflemen" and "Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea."  We caught an episode of "Adam 12" which I will do a separate post about later. But then I really made her crazy!

A put on an episode of the ancient "Jack Benny Show" from when television first began! It was the one where they had on Bobby Darin who was a young Heartthrob at the time. He was supposed to play Jack in his new bio-pic. It was entertaining but there was one really funny thing about it. It was really gay! I mean Titus quality gay!

First there was a scene in a nightclub where we are introduced to Bobby Darin. Now in the background against the wall visible right over the head of Jack's manager was a statue. A greek statue. A naked greek statue. Whose balls and johnson looked like they were on top of the guys head! It was a Roman helmet from a Greek statue!

Then Jack meets Bobby. Now Jack doesn't want him to play him but Bobby kisses his ass so much that he turns around and agrees to him playing him in a movie. But he suggest that he come stay with him so he could "understand him." Then next scene they are in his house and Darin goes "So am I going to meet your wife?"  Jack goes "No she is going to be away for a week. It is just the two of us." Various high jinks ensue which involve not eating dinner and dry cleaning. All very gay. But the topper is when a sailor walks in. Yes that is right a sailor. With the whole sailor suit with the little hat and everything. That was when we shut it off.

It was just too gay!

Seriously who knew?

Off to Dinner at Marco Polo

We have been working our ass off this week. Lots of new production and some great new dresses. Lots of fights with people to get things done right. Not any employees so we are doing it all ourselves.

So we decided to treat ourselves this week. Dinner at the bar on Wednesday. At Marco Polo. A cocktail and then some appetizers and a bottle of wine. We sit with Tony at the bar and relax and say hello to everyone as they come in. The owner of the gym across the street. The local lawyer who wears too much cologne in church. The woman who owns the pottery store. The new street boss of the Colombo family. They all stop to say hello.

We started with two cocktails. I had the Negroni and Lisa had a simple Cosmo. We switched to wine and a very nice Super Tuscan. The appetizer was a mixture of mozzarella in cararoza, stuffed mushrooms and eggplant rollatini. Then we split an order of figs and prosciutto (pictured above). And finished it off with splitting a pasta as it was "Chef's pasta night." We had my old favorite of Fussilli with veal meatballs.

Then of course we had to go through the ritual of the bartender getting us an after dinner drink on the house. Now we didn't want Lemoncello so we decided to go with Gran Mainer. This was a little too much alcohol for Lisa so she wanted something to eat while we sipped the after dinner cordial. So they brought us a plate of cheese and fruit. Some Grana Padano and some watermelon, cantaloupe, raspberries, and blood oranges.

It was superb.

The best part about is that we left the store early so we were home and in bed by 9 o'clock. Now that was great!

Tonight we are meeting some friends and will go sit at a table. I just hope I don't have to listen in to another old guy begging for pussy.

I am too tired for that.

One Adam 12....Report of a Jeanie Impersonator...

"Excuse me ma'am but can I see your license and registration. And your navel."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Well we have a report of a Jeanie Impersonator and we can't have that. I would mess up our dreams. So I have to check your navel to see if you could be Jeanie."
"I won't do that."
"Sorry ma'am but I am afraid you will have too. Tell you what. You can let my partner look. He's a fag so it will be allright."
"What.....what are you talking about? I am not gay."
"Sure whatever."

Nah it couldn't be.....could it?

So when we market a dress we often talk about what it reminds you of. For example when we made the flowing Anna Lucia belted shirt dress we said it reminded you of "I Love Lucy" especially when we made it in polka dots.

One of the shows we often cite is AMC's "Mad Men." Many of our dresses are reminiscent of the look of the sixties. Sometimes we see a dress and get an inspiration as to a design to work off of to create a new style.

So imagine our surprise when we saw what Joan Holloway was wearing in the episode this past Sunday. She was wearing our "Rosemarie Ruffle Dress!" HOLY CRAP! Did the costume designer for the show rip off one of our dresses?

Lately a couple of other plus designers have ripped off some of our designs and we know that several costume designers follow us on twitter and Facebook. So it is very conceivable that they adapted one of our original designs to use on the show. That's fashion for you. Everybody rips everybody off.

Life imitating Art. Or Art imitating Life. Or something.

This is our dress.

Give my you snausages money or I will give you a fur wedgie!

I couldn't decide if this should be a bullying post or a same sex marriage post.

Of course at the TOP they are one and the same.

Hee.

Do the Twizzle!

Last night we were watching METV and the Dick Van Dyke show had the classic episode where they danced the twizzle.

We are going to set up our own youtube account and I want to post a bunch of videos.

Now Lisa has this thing where she tells our girls to "drizzle" their Franny cardigan sweaters. So if I can get a bunch of them to come in and dance they can all do the "Drizzle."

This guy really got screwed

I am reading the autobiography of this dude called Lawrence Montaigne who is best know for two guest appearances on Star Trek. It is an interesting read as he was in a bunch of movies in Europe like "The Great Escape." But what is really interesting is that Gene Roddenberry wanted him to replace Leonard Nimoy when there was a salary dispute in the second season of Star Trek.

Imagine all the money this guy would have made.

He is like Wally Pipp in reverse or something.

Hey I am just a Rebel....no not the poofter from the TV show!

More and more I don't want to listen to anybody. Don't tell me what to do. Don't tell me not go outside. Don't tell me how many guns I can have or how many bullets.

I have been taping all these shows from METV and we have been watching them at night before we go to bed because there were not a lot of new stuff on. One of the shows we taped was "The Rebel" starring Nick Adams as Johnny Yuma. An old western that I used to watch as a kid.

One thing. This show is really gay. I mean really, really gay. Like East of Eden or whatever gay movie Adams was in with Sal Mineo and the guy who died in the car crash.

So I don't want to be that kind of Rebel. Not that there is anything wrong with that. It is just not my speed.

A report from Boston.....by TIm

I know two people who have kids who know Dzhokhar (the younger, alive, brother) from Cambridge Rindge and Latin H.S. I know all kinds of kids at Rindge & Latin. It's a couple of blocks away from the Choir School where I teach. Dzhokhar was, from every appearance, a well-adjusted, popular, *normal* kid, who was, i believe, the captain of the wrestling team at R&L. I've heard a lot of kids talk about him, and they sound just like my 16 and 18-year-olds. His older brother sounds like a classic maladjusted immigrant--no friends, etc., but Dzhokhar came here when he was really little, Seemingly, he was completely Americanized, and an athletic, popular kid. I say "seemingly," because God knows what was going on behind the all-American exterior.

My Eastern European/Russian friends (most of the people I work with) tell me that there are two separate but related beefs Chechyns have with Russia and the rest of the world (the same thing in Chechyn eyes): 1) There's Chechyn independence. The Chechyns are old-school and miss Stalin a lot, not to mention the Czar, who REALLY knew how to kick ass, BTW. They want to be the Czar's bodyguard and wear cool hats and long swords, or they want the Russians to go to hell and let the Chechyns run things in their neck of the woods, where they can really, REALLY kick ass. And then there's, 2) The Moslem thing. We all know that one.

So, those are Chechyn beefs in a nutshell. How they get a popular, Americanized-seeming, happy young guy to kill and maim innocent bystanders and to throw his own life away, well, that's anyone's guess.

Stay tuned.

Off for Cocktails.

Off for Cocktails at Marco Polo.

It looks like they know who the Boston Bomber is!

He was reported to be on the pavement singing about the government.

What the fuck.

Dear Mrs. Steve Phillips

It has been a while since I last wrote to you but I don't want you to think I forgot about you. Cunt.

My life has been very difficult the past year. Ever since I lost the job at the massage parlor because my best trick AL was in the news I have to sleep in my Acura. You know the same Acura I had sex with your husband in. THREE TIMES! I wasn't just a casual fling like that secretary in the Met's spring training that sued him or Ann Curry. I was special! Steve always told me that not anyone could wear the Mr Met's head and give head like I could.

When Petey Gaamons threw me out of the assisted living facility I only had my massage skills to fall back on and now I have a new gig. I am working children's parties as a clown. I dress up as Susie Sparkles and do tricks and stuff. I also do bachelor parties and dress up like a bunny and turn tricks. A girl has to do what a girl has to do.

Anyways I hear that you and Stevie have fallen on hard times. His book was a flop and nobody will hire him to talk about baseball. He flunked out of sex rehab and had to move back into your basement. I have been thinking about relocating to the East Coast and I had an idea.

We can all get married. Or in your case remarried. Then we can sue to have the government recognize us as a couple. Or a triple. Or something. I mean if the homos can do it we can make some money off it too!

We can even get a reality show out of it. It has everything. Sex. Marriage. Infidelity. Violence. Bigamy. Polgyamy. Pygmies.  Well you are really short so we can pretend. I am sure we can sell it to TLC. I once fleched the producer of "Honey Boo Boo" so I have an in. So talk to Steve about. He can't sit in pjamas and masturbate to old "Facts of Life" reruns all the time.

So lets talk. Oh I would tell your kids to watch out who they friend on their Instagram. They might like all those photos of a shaved chucky but they don't know it is from. And tell them to look both ways when they cross the street.

You too. Especailly if you see a brown Acura with a busted back window.

Toodles,
Your friend and future sister wife,
Brooke.

Make up your own joke!

Because maybe it is too soon.

RIP Trooper!

Our friend Trooper the golden Lab from the Seatuck Cove House has passed away. He was twelve years old and had been ill for quite some time.

He was a loveable dog with a great personality. He loved to come and sit on Lisa's feet which is very funny because she is not a dog person but she loved him.

He will be sorely missed.

I have some advice for the mainstream medai

I can't stand all of the coverage of the Boston Bombing. It is the same bullshit that we always get. I refuse to watch it and I just don't want to hear it. They will try to pin it on the Tea Party or Tax protestors when we all know who is behind it.

It is just not worth listening.

Here is the view from the Macaroni cam!

This is what the dish looked like.

I ordered Fussilli and veal meatballs but they were out of Fussilli so I settle for capellini.

I am starving.

Hey I am blurry. And busy. So off to Marco Polo for Meatballs.

Rings lactate Rampart!

I have been DVRing all the old shows and since no new stuff has been coming on....we have been watching some old favorites. Daniel Boone. I Love Lucy. Dick Van Dyke. And Emergency with the one and only Julie London.

This particular one starred one of Lisa's favorites. Bobby Sherman of "Here Comes the Brides" fame. You know. The Justin Bieber of his day.

He played a nasty kid doctor who had his comeuppance when he rode with the paramedics. Of course it is laughable when you compare what these guys did to what you see on shows like "Chicago Fire." So it was enjoyable.

Keep chumming my friend!

So the evil blogger lady has been throwing out a lot of chum lately.

A post about bras.

A post about a machine for the "obesity epidemic."

Any day now we will see a post praising Sarah Jessica Parker.

But some of us have a day job so we can stay strong. Just sayn'

OH MY GOD....DEAD WOMBAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!!!!

I think it was a really, really late term abortion.

(This photo makes garage mahal hungry)

TRIPLE PLAY!

ricpic said...
TRIPLE PLAY!!!


Not sure about this, but it may be the only one in Yankee histoire.

The last one was in the 1970's. So to speak.

The Dubious Case of the Disappearing Douchebag.

My dear Holmes,

It is your most humble petitioner, Inspector Lestrade. It has been many months since I have last requested your assistance in the troubling matter of the disappearance of Lord Douchebag which you might not recall as it happened several years ago. As I had previously noted in one of  my prior missives, I or my agents had at one time or another have attended many of the salons of the noted conversationalist and dilettante Lady Chatterley where Lord Douchebag was a frequent and much valued guest. In fact it has been told to me that the Lady in question has often referred to him as wonderful. It appears that some not so wonderful things have commenced at this soiree of insalubrious sycophants.

It seems that Lady Chatterley has been quite ill as she has been bitten by a rabid insipid wombat. The wombat seems to have taken over the entire salon as it dominates every interaction and conversation that takes place in this den of intellectual inequity with its fearsome teeth and overpowering odor. The reaction to the bite of the insipid wombat causes the victim to become flaccid and  turgid in social intercourse. This malaise has affected all of the members of the salon except for Lady Chatterley's consort whose natural state is that of one who is flaccid and unresponsive. It is past understanding why Lady Chatterley does not protest these attacks but is seems that she feels this rabid and disgusting wombat is attractive in some way that escapes the understanding of  normal human understanding. Since Lady Chatterley was formerly presumed to be the locus of all drama in her demented salon it is past understanding why this wombat reign of terror is tolerated. Perhaps the Dear Lady's attention has been draw to other quarters or she may finally have fallen into the senile dementia which lurks so close to the surface in many of her attempts at social intercourse.

With your permission I will endeavor to keep you informed since you have expressed a passing interest in these matters. Your keen insights into the demented behavior of lunatics such as these would be most appreciated by the Yard..

I hope all is well with you and Doctor Watson. Please give my best to your brother Mycroft and my hope that he will soon recover from his unfortunate injury. I think it was perfectly plausible that the tusk of the narwhal had fallen off the wall of the club and bounced up and lodged itself in his fundament. It perfectly logical and understandable as was the fact that the unfortunate footman James was naked when the help arrived as he did not want to get any blood or feces on his uniform. It was a splendid act by your brother to get him a job as a footman at Downton Abbey. The only anomaly in the whole matter is that  I must say that I  have always assumed the Mycroft would be an aficionado of the Sperm Whale.

In any event give him my regards and my hopes for a full recovery..

I remain as always,
Your obedient servant,
Inspector G. Lestrade
Scotland Yard
October 19, 1899

Tales of Amy's Garden

 

 

 

Hazel: Did you find anything on your flight?

Kehaar:Nothing matey! Nuthing you would care about Hazel.

Hazel:Did you see the old warren? How are they doing over there.

Kehaar: Many rabbits. Too many rabbits. All of them fighting. And wombats. Well one wombat in the middle of everything. Every discussion. Every fight. Nothing but the wombat and her droppings.

Holly: I am not surprised. It was always an evil place but now the garden must be haunted.

Bigwig: What do you mean?

Holly: [shows Bigwig the scar on his shoulder] You see this? They did it to me. It is the bite of the wombat. You think it is not a big deal but it infects you and you react to it and then....well then you become insipid.

Bigwig: What do you mean? How do you become insipid?

Holly:You tart arguing with everyone. You make every discussion about you. You pit one rabbit against another until they are just fighting and arguing all night long. It is boring and stupid. And most of all it makes you an insipid scold.

Bigwig: Some of them must not be affected.

Holly: There is no one who is not affected. Even if the wombat does not bite you ....well you have to listen to the cries and whispers of those who have been infected. It is not pretty.

Sliver: I am glad we left there.

Holly: Me too. It is too nasty.

Hazel: Thank the great Lord El-ahrairah that we are free of that place and the lady who owns the garden. I hear she is even drunker and nastier than ever. She opens her door naked and shows all her wrinkles to everyone while she weeps that you are attacking her.  And something even worse.

Holly:What can be worse.

Hazel: Her son is a weasel and is marrying another weasel.

Holly:What's wrong with that?

Hazel: It's a boy weasel. Two boys getting married. And if you don't like it....well she will bite you.

Holly: I guess I got off easy. I only got bit by the wombat.

 

Marilyn's Diary

Aunt Lily was very lonely after Uncle Herman left her.

She did go crazy with plastic surgery and wild sex orgies with the hippies and beatniks in Southern California. But since she was an immortal succubus she remained forever young while all the people she hung out with started to age and do different things. Going to Law School. Be on death row for murdering the La Bianca's. Getting MS and stop making beach movies. Making workout videos. They just weren't into wild sex anymore.

So Aunt Lily had to find another outlet for her insatiable appetites. And she found it in Disneyland. She set up a glory hole in the "It's A Small World After All" ride. But she didn't get the concept right. She made the hole way to big.

Which come to think about it was one of Uncle Herman's big complaints.

Will they have video games in the 23rd Century?

Or will we have new ways to amuse ourselves.

You know. Banging green Slave girls.

Another show I have to stop watching!

So sometimes it gets to the point where a show becomes so politically correct that I can't watch it anymore. Law and Order did that about five years ago. I couldn't take how every criminal was some white guy who was either a businessman or a clergyman or a Republican. So I stopped watching it and that is really hard because the various series are playing somewhere every minute of the day.

Now it is the turn of "Blue Bloods." This half ass cop show is shot in the city. In fact they seem to shoot every other day on Court St. It is kind of fun to see your favorite stores on a regular prime time show. But last weeks episode just was too much to take.

In the episode a loving Catholic father strangles his daughter because she wanted to date a Muslim and convert. Like there a lot of that happening. Where are the shows about the honor killings of girls by their Muslim parents? Where are the shows about Muslim kids harassing and attacking regular American kids that happens every day on Atlantic Avenue? They had to have a guy murder his daughter because she didn't want to be Catholic anymore? When the fuck did that ever happen? Ever?

Just another attack on the Catholic Church by the liberal Hollywood establishment.

I used to be a Tom Selleck fan but he lost me by being in this piece of shit series.

Never again.

They call me Lame Beaver....."

"Why do they call me Lame Beaver?"
"Because I like to lay on my buckskin rug instead of staying home and banging my wife Jeanie!"
"She definitely doesn't have a Lame Beaver."
"More of a tasty Beaver."

I can't stop the feeling....

"I can't stop myself....I have to kiss her.....even though she is my under officer.....and not even a quadroo...err a lieutenant commander.....can't stop myself.....arrrrrggggghhhhhhh!"
"Shut up and give me some tongue sugar. You know you want to!"

Whose that girl?

She was one of Captain Kirks conquest but she really had a thing for the big guy on wheels. Unfortunately he was a mo so there was no way she could get him to change sides. To the steel side so to speak.

Whose that girl?

Sometimes we should just concerntrate on summer pleasures......

Instead of getting all excited about internet comments.

We end up saying stuff we don't mean and picking fights with people we like.

Sit back. Have some corn.

It really matters who is doing the talking.

My regular priest Father Chris was out sick with laryngitis this week. He had it for several weeks and decided to take a week off to get better. So we had a guest host...err guest priest this week. He used the same hosts.

It really made everyone appreciate Father Chris. I couldn't understand this guy at all.. Which you expect with the African guys in the summer but this guy was white. He mumbled and said the Mass out of order and it was a half an hour longer than usual.

All the young families were really out of sorts. It is hard enough to get kids to sit still for a 45 minute Mass but you have no shot at one that is an hour and a half.

Father Chris had no idea how much he was missed.

Check out the Real Housewives of Atlanta Reunion tonight!

Here is the preview of the reunion from the Conan O'Brien Show with Trumiph the Insult Dog.

Beware the Insipid Wombat.

It's bite is toxic. And boring. But mainly insipid.

It is best stay away if you can.

There is a guy called the Dog Whisperer......

But in Madison Wisconsin there is a dude they call the "Dog Toucher." (It like being a kid toucher only with dogs).

It is pretty sick.

He even pays neighbors to prostitute out their dogs to him.

What is the world coming to?

Next thing you know dudes will want to get married!

Chickenlitte does chemistry!

I hate listening to people when you are having dinner.....

So when we get to the restaurant it is pretty full. Of course our favorite waiter rushes up to us because they are all so happy to see us. We have to decide where we want to sit. So we get the table on the banquet next to the door on the right side of this photo. I decided to sit on the side seat facing out to the rest of the tables so I could sit closer to my honey. But that had some unfortunate consequences.

There is always an interesting mix of people in Marco Polo. A few old school gangsters from back in the day. Neighborhood people. A large contingent of African Americans who think of this restaurant as the top of the line in dining in Italian food. Very few yuppie scum or hipster shitheads. But a few. They mainly go to the more well known and advertised crap-fests like "Buttermilk Channel" and "Prime Meats." Now none of the people were the problem. It was the couple that was sitting next to us.

It was an older guy who was in his fifties. My age. With a young girl who was about twenty five or so. She was wearing a very revealing silk top and her best jeans. He was a lawyer and she worked in his office. I didn't get if she was a young lawyer or a secretary. Anyhoo he was trying to impress her with his knowledge of the cuisine and his ability to order dishes off the menu. The owner came over to say hello. Of course then he turned and sat down at our table. But enough of that. This dude was working it. Giving her the benefit of his experience. She was eating it up. Along with the food. The only problem was she went to the bathroom after every course. I was pretty sure she was puking. So it was all in all pretty funny. I really didn't want to listen and tried really hard not to do so. The wife and I chatted away and talked to the owners and all of the waiters who all came over to say hello. We managed to not get to hear a lot of what was said. But what we hear was some stupid bullshit. Man what a joke. I hoped this douche argues better when he is court than when he is trying to impress some twat who he wants to get in the sack.

Jeez. I just wanted to enjoy my cocktail.

You can't beat Beet Pasta or something like that there!

This is a photo of the actual beet pasta dish that Lisa had last night. It was pasta made of beets naturally in a light pesto sauce with seasonal veggies and arugula and grilled chicken. She loved it. It was light and gluten free and I have to figure out how to make it for her at home.

I just have to find a source for the beet pasta. The rest is easy.

Remembrance of Things Pabst

So we decided to go out to eat Friday. I was exhausted. It was a very busy day. I sold and sold all day long from the moment I opened the doors. Not that I am complaining. But I had no employees and now we hired two part timers who didn't know anything. So I was running around like a monkey and was way too fuckin tired to cook. So we decided to go to one of our favorites Marco Polo which we haven't gone to since the Super Bowl Party.

First off they are doing this new happy hour thing. They have this beautiful bar and they are doing two for one cocktails. And they made up ten new cocktails just for that reason. I had the "Negrontini" which is part of the new summer cocktail menu. It is basicly an old fashioned Manhattan and it was great. I had a couple. Well more than a couple. You see we didn't want to have any wine so we stuck to cocktails. As usual I outdrank Lisa three to one. But then I was very thirsty. She stuck with the classic Cosmo.

Then we ordered the appetizer. Marco brought out this new dish he was trying out for the summer menu. It was a baked riccotta over a bed of summer veggies like cucumber, heirloom cherry tomatoes, zucchini and nice crusty croutons. Over a spiced tomato gazpacho. Man it was great. Spicy but a cold dish it's medley of flavor was right on the money.

For the entree I had my usual veal piccata which was great because I didn't have it for so long. Lisa had the special which was a beet pasta which was great since it had no gluten or white flour. She loved it. Of course we had to substitute grilled chicken for shrimp. It was great.

We had one last cocktail and shared a cream burlee for dessert. The best part about the meal is that it was so long since we ate there that we really enjoyed all of the food. Absence does make the heart grow fonder. Or at least hungrier.

We have been eating at home since the first of the year!

We have been so busy that we have not gone out to eat a lot. Until last night.

One of the things that has stopped us is that the wife has to eat a special diet. No starches. No pizza. No macaroni. No bread. None of the good stuff. So I have to come up with delicious food that she can eat and not feel deprived.

One of the things I have been using a lot is barley. As a grain it is not like rice or wheat that shoots up her sugar. It takes a long time to digest so it helps fill you up and inhibits your appetite.

I have been making it in a simple stir fry.

First I took some green and red peppers and a couple of onions. Chopped them up in the food processor. Then chopped about two heads of garlic as well. I sauteed them in a wok until they were nice and soft and then took them out and reserved them. Then I flashed fried some broccoli and reserved that. Boiled the barley and drained it. Put the veggies in the wok and slowly added in the barley. Mix it all together like a big busta chote and then add a shit load of low sodium soy sauce. Mix it thoroughly. You will have the equivalent of fried rice. Just add chicken. Or shrimp. Or pork.

Oh yeah. Don't forget to add the peas. Chuck would be pissed if you didn't add some peas.

A great diabetic dish.

Carroll Gardens Vignette

So my regular UPS guy is on vacation. This is the nighttime guy who picks up the UPS box on the corner. Now you have to pay UPS to get a regular pickup. I prefer to tip the drivers directly so they are motivated to come to my store and get my packages. Or to come to deliver them later if my store is closed when they come early in the morning. For example last week the morning guy was on vacation. These fucking guys are union guys so they get more vacations than fuckin Obama. We decided to close on Monday and we called him to see if there were any packages. He was on vacation but he called the guy who was doing his route and told him to come personally to drop off the packages when he finished his route. Of course I greased that guy and will grease my regular guy when he comes back to work.

The night guy was off and I don't want to put my packages in the box first of all they won't fit. Second of all sometimes they get lost. If I hand it to the guy and he scans it in then and there I have a better chance of it getting to my customer. So I was standing in the doorway and waiting for the UPS driver to ride up.  Then it happens!

I see this half a mo with a pitbull in a pink sweater. The dog stops right on the sidewalk on the side of the store about two feet in from  the curb. The pussified pooch cops a squat right there and pisses all over the sidewalk. Now it is not right in front of the store so I guess I can't technically can't get pissed. I just had to shake my head. This douche couldn't curb his dog in the fuckin street? I mean he had to have it piss right in the sidewalk. The dog finishes her business and they walk away. Then two ladies push their monster strollers through the piss. A woman in a sandal steps in it. A little kid riding one of those Razor Scooters rides right through it. A piss ride. Good deal.

You see smeared dog shit on every sidewalk. These hipster cunts let their dogs shit and piss wherever they want and do not pick it up. I can't get over how bad it has gotten in the last few years. The sense of entitlement that these rat bastards have is unbelievable.

Please refer back to the Rifleman post.

Hell needs a new PA Announcer.

Lucifer: Forcas I am getting pretty fucking tired of waiting to find a new PA Announcer. I might have to have my son Barrack bomb North Korea or something to shake shit up. Did anyone even vaguely appropriate fall down the chute?
Forcas: Well we have several new candidates you can choose from. There is Carmine Infantino who used to draw comic books. And Jack Pardee famous American Footballer and homosexual. Also Tom Boerwinkle big doof from the  Chicago Bulls.
Lucifer: Seriously. That is the best you can come up with. You want to give me a guy who draws DC Comics! You know I only read Marvel after that deal I made with Stan Lee and he gave me my own super villain character. Jack Pardee? Come on  now I hate the Redskins and not just the real Redskins like Sitting Bull or Bald Eagle from F Troop. Now Tom Boerwinkle is a possibility but I think he is going to be too busy giving Red Auerbach a rim job throughout eternity. Who else do you have?

RogerEbert.

Lucifer: Holy shit on a shingle. You got that commie cocksucker at last. His buddy Gene Siskel has been waiting for him forever. Send him in. Roger Ebert: (slides down the stairwell to hell and tumbles at the feet of Satan and his right hand fallen angel Forcas , he blearily rolls over pushes himself and croaks with his voice box battered beyond recognition) What the fuck...where am I?
Lucifer: You are in Hell you slimy douchebag. Man everybody hates you here in Hell. All those actors that you blasted with that bald headed scumbag on your show on PBS! Man they want a piece of you. Sal Mineo. Natalie Wood. Marilyn. Monty Clift. Judy. Man they can't wait to rip out your voice box and piss in the hole. You are in a lot of trouble.
Roger Ebert: But I was just giving my opinions. I am entitled to my opinion.What right do they have to be mad?  

Lucifer: You are entitled to shit you fucking commie cunt. You don't get it do you shit head. You reap what you sow. Didn't you read the Bible or are you too big for that? I bet you were. You were too busy making fun of believers. And you always dissed John Wayne movies. Even I didn't fuck with the Duke. The Big Guy loves the Duke. Well now you get your reward. I get all the commie cunts like you. Every nasty thing you ever did is coming back to you ten fold. Forcas take him away. (Two burly demons grab the shrunken movie reviewer and drag him face first to the firey pits of Hell)

Forcas: What punishment to you have for him my Dread Lord?

Lucifer: I don't know. Who has the biggest thumbs in hell?

Forcas: Primo Carnera and William Howard Taft. They are like little sausages.

Lucifer: Great. Have them alternatively stick them in his eyes and then up his ass until he gets the worst case of brown eye you can get. Then do it some more. You know what they call that Forcas?

Forcas: No my Lord.

Lucifer: Two thumbs up! Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha! IT IS SO GOOD TO BE BAD!!!!!!!!!!!