TAMARIND?
Pflaaagrghh. That stuff should be labeled “unfit for human comsumption.”
swampy asks and I deliver:
Well, not really.
This is all I got. It’s something called a “Corn Shock Raccoon & Pumpkin Sucker.” I don’t think it’s made with raccoons, though.
Here’sa recipie for Roast Raccoon with Stuffing. Yum. Oh, and don’t forget the Raccoon Sauce Piquante. And for the kinds, how bout some Raccoon Sloppy Joes?
Hungry yet? Here’s a great site that takes you through all the steps of hunting, cleaning, and eating a raccoon(Caution - Site contains really annoying music. Scroll all the way down to turn it off. If you actually want to read it, of course.). My favorite quote:
First, I think Ellen should have her Lil’Cherrytoes on Sunday, because then she/he would share a birthday with me and I could be a webbernet cool aunt to the cutie. Ellen, I hope everything goes smoothly and please tickle the baby’s toes for me. (Yes, I am somewhat obsessed with baby toes. What of it?)
Second, Shibb, congrats on the condo–does this mean you won’t have a lawn to mow? How can you be a homeowner without a lawn to mow, or at least a lawn to rip out and replace with a rock garden so you dont’ have to mow the lawn? I’m with Ashes on your penchant for posting food porn when some of us are stuck at work without even some Chex mix (although, to be honest, I have a three Musketeers Bar in my desk drawer, but it doesn’t really compare to creme brulee w/fresh berries and other yummies).
Third, I think Ex should consider all those shiny kitchen doodads to be the power tools of the kitchen, and we all know how much men like to play with power tools. Think how impressed your girlfriend will be when she walks in to find you have pureed, sliced, diced, peeled, blended, sauted, steamed, zapped and julienned your way to a perfect meal?
Fourth, dangergene is back! dangergene is back! dangergene is back! Goody.
Finally, not to bring the tone down, but I’m going to be a bit hit or miss for a while. My Mom just got diagnosed with lung cancer and she’ll be having surgery soon. I’ll be down with her and my sisters for a while and I won’t have a computer with me. I may pop up from time to time, but if I disappear (and anyone notices) that’s the reason. Oh, her prognosis is good, they caught it early, she’s a survivor (she beat cancer once, 43 years ago, and has lived much longer (36 years) with her bad heart than anyone thought possible), and with new great-grandbabies on the way and a possible new grand-daughter-in-law, (plus four devoted daughters and various other assorted relatives and friends), she has a lot to live for. Thanks in advance for all your good thoughts, it would mean a lot to me if you’d send out good vibes for the next few weeks.
I can send good vibes today, tomorrow and anytime you may need them.
Also - congrats to Ellen. I miss having a baby around. They grow up so fast. I swear my four year old has aged two years since school started a week ago!
Prayers, good thoughts, good vibes, good karma, lots of other good stuff headin’ from south Jawja to KalleyMom. If all else fails, sneak over to a liberry every once in a while Kalley.
’tool I think you should get that recipe for Roast Raccoon with Stuffing and suggest to your finance that be served for y’alls wedding dinner. After she sees that it’s almost one hunnert percent guaranteed she won’t want any advice from you on planning the wedding. 
Wifey and I celebrated our 15th anniversary last July. We have rather thin matching gold bands with a sort of olive leaf motif carved out. I tried on some of the traditional wedding bands and I found them uncomfortable when I closed my hand. They pressed against the adjoining fingers in an uncomfortable way. I guess my fingers are closer together than most peoples’ 
so we got the thin ones. I broke my ring once, but we had it ‘soldered’ back together. No big.
Bumbamissus doesn’t like diamonds, and I thought, and still think, the money could be spent on more practical things, like a refrigerator or something, but I did buy her a nice ‘engagement’ ring with an amethyst on it. She doesn’t wear it anymore ‘cause it gets caught on things, but it was purty.
Oh, congrats to everybody celebrating anything. (I’m afraid I’ll miss someone if I get all specific-like) Special congrats and good luck to Ellen…
We’ve been trying the low-carb tortilla merrily, The Don Ponchos taste like rather dense cardboard, but the La Tortilla Factory ones are pretty good. I’m still looking for the Mission ones to try. And I’ve also been trying out various pork rinds vunderbob. I loves pork rinds.
I didn’t get this size by accident either. 
I can’t believe anyone as cool as you is an ‘old maid’. Sheesh!
Don’t I know it! I went looking for discounts when I turned 55 and found out the only places who give them are places I don’t go anymore ‘cause I’m not supposed to eat that kind of stuff.
I like Indian food okay, but I loves me some tandoori chicken (insert slobbering smilie here.)
I’m glad you’re back dangergene, I don’t know what you’re talking about most of the time, but I admire the way you say it.
Sorry ‘bout your Mom Kallessa, give her hugs and kisses from all of us, she’ll be scandalized, and there’s nuthin old ladies like better than to be scandalized.
Well, it’s finally starting to rain here like it’s supposed to. Good. Maybe now all those Canadians will go home. Ordinarily I love Canadians, really, but not the ones from Alberta. Apparently in Alberta it snows so much all the time that the Albertans can not see those little paint marks on the roads delineating what we more southern folk quaintly call ‘traffic lanes’. Or else they are brought up to believe that nothing outside their vehicles is of any importance to them and therefore may be disregarded. I followed one of these peculiar birds through a double lane ‘S’ curve (from Front St. to the I-5 onramp) yesterday afternoon. He was in the left lane in front of me, at the light. In the right lane, beside me, there were, naturally enough, more cars. As the light changed and we started our left turn, the Alberta Squirrel calmly motored all the way over to the extreme side of the right lane, causing the car there to slam on his brakes and swerve. As I watched in disbelief, I automatically slowed down so as not to become a participant in whatever was about to happen next, and a good thing too, as A.S. immediately decided to change course and pull over in front of me. Not content with the ensuing chaos to this point however he proceeded towards the next traffic light more or less in the center of both lanes but weaving enough to forestall any foolhardy attempts to pass. Finally we came to the light and he pulled to the right to stop for some reason. I was thus able to pull up next to him. As the light changed I headed for the traffic control light at the end of the on-ramp and didn’t even slow down. I willfully went right through a red light, and I‘d do it again. It was a simple act of self-preservation, and I feel no guilt whatsoever.
-Bumbazine - Guilty your Honor, but still alive.
Oh Ex, I am crushed by this. Next you’ll be telling me that you don’t like licorice. Or that you won’t try any of swampbear’s raccoon nougat.
Kalley, I’ve decided that your mom is going to be just fine. There, that’ll do it. The universe knows better than to tangle with me. And your birthday is coming up?! Why didn’t you say something?
Ah, Bumbazine has fallen for the devilish allure of my online persona I see… hehhehheh…
I love tamarind in other dishes but it’s a bit strong straight. There’s a little cuban place in town that makes tamarind shakes. My Mom is crazy for them. I usually keep some tamarind pulp around for cooking purposes.
Licorice, though, is just unspeakable. And that goes for fennel, anise, and tarragon. Something about that particular flavor just turns me off.
Me? Condo? What? I think that’s Scout. And Ellen is having the baby, which somehow I missed up until now but don’t think I had anything to do with it (although she is beautiful so if we weren’t both versprochen then I’d love to be in that boat with her).
Food Porn: I forgot to mention the syrah reduction that came with my strip. That was the best part, that and the chantrelles… Roger ran his fingers slowly along his artisanal breadstick, waiting for Amber to be served. She had originally wanted the bisque, but decided on the pan seared yellowtail snapper with lump crab mojo de ajo. Just then her main course arrived; her snapper was firm and moist, just the way he remembered, and just a bit wet. She licked the lump crab delicately off her fork, her mind on his tenderloin as the garlic engulfed her tastebuds with a flavor sensation that was like nothing she’d ever felt before. “Is he going to finish his aspargus?”, she wondered…
Heh. Y’all didn’t know that Shibb and I are shaking up together in my condo, did you? Waitaminute, I bet his wife doesn’t know either. :eek:
I loathe fennel. Fennel seeds in Italian sausage is perfect, though. And LIQUORICE ALTOIDS are my new favorite breath mint. YUM.
Atleast Mrs. Shibb will have her underwater underwire underwriting career to look forward to instead of a lonely life without Shibb who will be off having a good time in the new freakin’ condo.
awww… you guys, I feel missed, so now I know I gotta look hard for the MMP each week (snerk).
Kalley, hugs and vibes, hugs and vibes, and laughs. Most of all, laughs, cos that’s what makes people feel better and if you dwell on the laughing then you don’t dwell on the seriousity, but don’t be laughing in the liberry or the ol’-lady-with-the-books will be all, ‘shush now you!’ and then you’ll feel all 'shamed. But it’d give you more to tell your mamma, and then she’ll be more scandalised. Cos Bumba’s right, old ladies love to be scandalised (it’s ok, Bumba I don’t know what I’m talking about 2/3rds of the time either!).
Ellen, I was borned on Labour Day, except it wasn’t Labour day in Oz, but it was in other parts of the world. Can anyone guess when I was borneded? (it’s not really all about me, but everyone else said the cool stuff and well… i’m still trying to think of something interesting… oh!) -Try not to read while giving birth. It looks all erudite and stuff, but the book might get kinda mussed, cos dem babies are messy things, doncha know. I’m just saying, is all. No books. Not till after the baby’s… oh, that’s right. yawn (Kid danger woke me up this am by head butting me in the bridge of my nose. I awoke with an almighty scream -still hurts- and he laughed! Gotta love them at this age… wait till he can talk!).
Hey Swampy, slow down there boy, it takes a whole lot of practice to post in this haphazard hyperkinetical type way. I’d say it also takes gay abandon, but then that might be misconstrued and some smartalec would say, ‘but Gene, what would MrsDangergene say?’ and then I’d…
…what the hell am I waffling about?
What’s Pork Rind? I’m imagining you need to peel a pig first, and that sounds kinda icky. Please tell me it’s not icky to peel pigs…
yay! I coined a word! Does that mean I get to be a full-membership MMPer now? I like Webbernet, cos it sounds like ‘Webber Barbecue’ and internet, which means you could cook your sausages AND post on the boards at the same time, and that would be just ginchy! Ex you could use the shiny kitchen gear on the Webbernet[sup]tm[/sup] outdoor foodutational unit! (sorry man, no sign of Welby out there, I’ve looked all over, but nothing… I did hear of Wendigos in the area though).
O-K (and kid danger says, even though he can’t, as I said, talk). Jakarta, or as we shall call it, ‘Ya-kar-ta!’. Well, I gots me a call from The Groom (which is like Uma, only he’s got boy bits and doesn’t look as good in a yellow jumpsuit). ‘wedding’ he said, ‘next weekend, in Jakarta’, he said. Now, I’ve not been to Jakarta, and the most I’ve seen of Indonesia is a small ‘resort’ (a loose representation of the word, but the private soldiers that patrolled the beach at night to ward off pirates -not kidding- were kinda cool) on Bintan, which is about 45minutes from here on a swish ferry/catamaran.
So, I’m asking dumb dangergene questions like, ‘where in Jakarta?’ and ‘What’s the itinerary? What time do you need me there?’ to which I would receive the standard The Groom reply, ‘uh… I dunno’. Anyways, I hauled ass onto the webbernet[sup]tm[/sup] and did some nifty 'plane ticket buying and bugged The Groom to organise a hotel for me, and The Doctor.
Well, the hotel was organised, and staying therein were me, (Dangergene), The Doctor, The Security Threat (long, confused story, and not an apt title, but it is his official title, labelled by more than a couple of national administrations in the region) and The Sister, who was the Best Man[sup]tm[/sup], which meant that The Doctor and I would become 2nd Best Men[sup]tm[/sup]. Which was cool. The Security Threat was the MC, so he didn’t get to be a ranking Best Man. (and let me tell you, in all that tropical sunshine and mire we were RANK by the end of the day! Peeee-yooo!). So, I get on the 'plane. MrsDangergene and KidDanger waved me goodbye and said things like, ‘have fun, don’t drink the water and only take the bluebird taxis’ (cos thems is the trustworthy ones!). So I’ve got an old copy of Burning Chrome in my back pocket, to set this noir-cyberpunk tone for the weekend. I figured I could pretend I was cool and hip and uber tech (I could PRETEND I said!). So, I fly there, which was ok, cos it’s a short flight, but the damnnable plane didn’t have headsets for their wonderful inflight system ‘oh, it’s only a short flight’, says the Stewardess/Air Hostess/Cabin Crew (must ask MrsDangergene what is the new appellation given to these folk). Now it wouldn’t have made sense if the inflight system only had movies, cos the flight was about and hour and 15minutes, but the system also has tv shows, and I could have watched them… but no. So, I land, I make my way through immigration, ‘you’re only staying for THREE DAYS!!!’ says the immigration officer, and rolls his eyes at me, like, ‘how could you see everything here in only three days!!!’. and then the doors open and I walk out into the wildings that is YA-Kar-Ta!!!
‘Hello mistah, taxi?’
‘Mistah, where you go?’
‘Mistah, you want girl?’
What the WHAT?!?!!? I just landed!!! Anyhoo, The Security Threat was s’posed to meet me, but he was late, so I had to stand and be sized up (yeah, they coulda taken me, I’m small and wiry, but they were scary) by the ‘unregulated’ cabbies. So, I wait and I wait and I turn down offers of taxis, girls and friends, ‘No, I don’t need tack-seh, I’m waiting for my friend’ ‘Oh, I be yoo frind’
Friends arrive, I leap into the 4WD and we motor into the city proper. all the while taking in the delights of nighttime Indonesia, which was exciting and dangerous and very, very cool! (well, it’s only dangerous when you live in Singapore, but then everywhere’s dangerous when you live in Singapore! It’s a matter of perspective). So… I’m going to start abridging crap, cos I realise this is going start being boring.
The hotel has signs up, ‘no members of the opposite sex in guests rooms, unless family’. uh… ok. It was actually ok, and we decided we all WERE family in a loose, 80’s sitcom fashion. Now, morning arrives and the Doctor and I leap out of bed (not the same bed, sorry) and get ready for a WEDDING! We get a call, the car is here, so we saunter down to the lobby (we’re good at sauntering, especially cos it was already sweltering) and The Driver (who shouldn’t be bolded, cos he’s only a minor character with no lines of note), so, The Driver, says, ‘the grooms car?’ we say, ‘oh, yes, we’re with the groom…’. If this was a movie, there’d be this Black-and-white freeze-frame and the supertext, ‘Mistake number one’, a la Americas most wanted.
so we motor through the jumble of main roads and back streets to the bride’s house. The Groom should be there, but he’s not… where oh where is he?
Find out in part the deux!
Oh, oh, were you born on May 1st? Is that where the Labour party got their name? 'Cause they were going out to a parade and have a party and that’s when Mama Dangerene went into Labour? Or is it just a day about American radicals who were hanged by the neck until dead for their efforts?
Scouteroni, dearheart, breath mints are suppossed to make your breath smell better. What have you been eating that LIQUORICE is an improvement? And shouldn’t “breath mints” be minty? Without the mint part (which I’m not a big fan of, but I can handle it OK) wouldn’t it be a “breath something-else”? I like the cinnamon Altoids myself. And root beer barrels, but they aren’t technically for your breath. I just like them.
Yay for you and your condo though. No matter what it smells like.
Today is Puggy’s birthday. Since I am no longer a grump, I will now sing Happy Birthday.
<ahem>clearing throat<ahem>
HAAAAPYYYYY BIIIIRTHDAAAAY TOOOOOO YOOUUU!!!
HAAAAPYYYYY BIIIIRTHDAAAAY TOOOOOO YOOUUU!!!
HAAAAPYYYYY BIIIIRTHDAAAAY DEEEEARRRR PUUUUGYYYY!!!
HAAAAPYYYYY BIIIIRTHDAAAAY TOOOOOO YOOUUU!!!
Ok, everbody else, y’all know what to do.
:::: brings in a cake after swapbear is done singing ::::
Happy birthday Tupug! And I am thrilled to say that you will probably be sharing today’s birthday with a special new person. That’s right - my sister is finally in labor! See, the doctors kept threatening to induce her to avoid a C-section, 'cause the baby is pretty big (almost 9 pounds!), but they kept telling her to call in to see if they can fit her in - I guess they have limited space in the recovery room. So, every day since last Friday she’s had to call and see if they could fit her in - very stressful. Guess the baby got impatient and decided to start - she was in hard labor as of 7:44 am (mom called & left a message - she and dad are driving frantically up to Boston as I type). So, in all likelihood, the baby will be born today - I hope she doesn’t have more than 12 more hours of labor!
New baby! New baby! Yay!
Susan
Look, I know my love of the liquorice Altoids may create a schism within the MMP. But I cannot deny my love any longer.[sub]root beer barrels are cool too, though[/sub]I love my dead gay breath mint!
How cool. A ‘Heathers’ reference.
Thanks for all the good wishes! I’m not any closer this minute to having a baby, but the signs are there that they’ll be a Cherry Cherub along soon. I’m just wondering how I’ll get my whole house packed and moved with a new infant in tow. Fortunately I’ve been offered a lot of help!
Kallessa, I’m offering prayers for your mom! It sounds like she has a wonderful, supportive family around her; I’m so glad. Take care of her, and yourself, too.
Babies ‘n’ breathmints ‘n’ birthdays, oh my! It’s okay scout, I gots yer back on the licorice thing. But I’m gonna start a fight about rootbeer barrels; they taste like cheap library paste. Actual rootbeer is so good that the horror of rootbeer barrels seems extra cruel. Bleargh.
Happy birthday Puggy! Save me one of the frosting roses.
So, so?! How is everybody doing storm-wise? I’ll have you know it’s so humid here the windows are fogged up and people with glasses have to go without or risk bumping into things when they first walk outside (so they bump stuff anyway but for different reasons). The walls in my classroom are dripping! My hair is so foofy that I look like a blond lil Orphan Annie after bathing with a toaster. It’s all that storm’s fault, I just know it.
I want sushi.