Mittens. Sigh.
Kallessa, you may have a Trader Joe’s, but I have five husbands. So there.
Sulk.
Maybe Best Friend will mail me some cookies.
Mashed garlic potatoes fried in butter are a perfect food. Now I want french fries, since I can get them across the street, and I’m too lazy to make mashed potatoes. I made lots of hummus yesterday- mostly to feed to Osgie when she arrives. She’s promised to go goth clubbing with me. Whee.
Psst, Tupug, swampy doesn’t need a reminder on that one you know. I’m pretty sure, based on that pamphlet my mom gave me, that boy type people gots a minimum of one cockie permanently attached. Course, he could pack a case with a few extras, I suppose.
I have a terrible secret, it seems I am crock pot prejudiced. See, when I was a kidlet one of my friends’ mom was a horrible cook. I suspect that she hasn’t gotten any better actually, but I’m not willing to poke at that puma, you know? Anyway, this mom was enamored of crock pot cooking, she even used the darned thing to cook canned chow mein. That stuff is scary to begin with and cooking for an hour doesn’t improve anything.
Many years later I still associate horrible, scary food with crock pots, but this can’t be correct or you all would have to be crazy for using them, right? Pay day is tomorrow so I can go out and get one, what should I make first? I wonder if Beef Bourginone can be done in one of them things. Or maybe I should make a pot roast like you all are talking about. I haven’t ever made one myself because my mom only ever used a pressure cooker and no way am I going near that time bomb, nu-uh. One fear at a time I says, starting with the one least likely to spew boiling hot food all over. Yup.
Aw, ashes, I was just making a funny. 
Crock pots are good for anything that only improves the more you slow cook it, such as pot roasts, soups, chili, barbacue, etc. I’m right there wif ya about pressure cookers. Why, oh, why womens ever get sucked into using them is beyond me. I haven’t seen one since I was a liddle kiddle and even my Mom was afraid of it. :eek:
I want it made perfectly clear to vunderbob that I was not the first MMPer to bring up cockies this week. <snerk> bring up cockies<snerk> I also wanna say I agree with him about smashed taters. Lumps means good smashed taters.
**Ashes[sup]2[/sup] of course you can make Beef Bourginone in a crock pot. Heck, it ain’t nuttin’ but snobby pot roast anyways. 
I also like to put a whole chicken in the crock pot and pour a bottle of Italian dressing (regular or low fat, your choice) on it, set the booger on low and let it cook 4 or 5 hours. MMMM… If you’re hankerin’ for chicken salad, that Italian chicken makes some good chicken salad. I’m scared of pressure cookers too. When I was a wee cub, my grandmother’s pressure cooker blew up. She was pressure cooking chicken at the time. Chicken splattered all over and stuck to the ceiling was cool but the sound that thing made blowin’ up was skeeeeeeeery! I ain’t messin’ round with no pressure cooker!:eek:
Bigamy is defined as having one spouse too many. Funny, monogamy is defined the same way.
If you pour in a bottle of beer (not “lite” beer, preferabley a good dark beer) with that onion soup, it’s really good. You can allow one bottle to be poured in the cook, too.
I believe you, 'cuz I’ve been keeping count. Really.
If there’s something really juvenile to be said, leave it to Swampy. Look to me for the merely crass. 
I might have to try that for the chicken salad angle, but my first reaction was, why waste a perfectly good chicken and bottle of Italian Dressing in a crockpot?
I posted the following recipe in a thread in Cafe Society a while ago. Please note that at no point it says anything about crackpots; this is meant for a grill, which is the only way hairy chested he-men should cook.
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Chicken A La Bob
I invented this one as a poor college student many years ago. There are many imitations, but they don’t hold a candle to this.
1 chicken, cut up in your favorite manner.
1/2 bottle of vinegar and oil Italian Dressing Wishbone or Kraft, DO NOT use reduced or oil free)
1 softball-sized onion, cut into thick slices
1 Tbsp garlic
1 Tbsp oregano
1 Tbsp basil
1 large squirtgun or spray bottle, full of water
Clean up and prep chicken as usual. Lay out in large flat bowl or pan and add Italian dressing. The correct amount of dressing should cover the largest pieces about halfway. Evenly distribute spices over the top of the chicken, and cover with the onion slices. Let chicke marinate at least 2, and up to 24 hours.
The best possible way to cook this is over a medium-hot charcoal fire, and the worst is in a convection oven. The oven will be the safest. If you use the charcoal fire, you will need the squirtgun, because the chicken will flare from the extra oil. Let it flare, control the flames with the water spray to prevent the skin charring. Otherwise broil as usual.
The onion slices make a tasty treat to keep the chef happy when broiled alongside the chicken, and the use the leftover marinade to baste the chicken as it broils. (note: do not use the leftover marinade as salad dressing. Unless you like salmonella)
Sniff I just love it when my talents are truly appreciated. Sniff That first sentence may become a new sig line.
MMMMMMMM… salmonella croquets! With little green peas and smashed taters! One of my favorite meals. MMMMMMMMMM
Behold! My latest addition to my sig line. Courtesy of vunderbob
Happy Birthday, Lissla! I’ve got neither kittens, mittens or money, but since I didn’t post last week, I do owe you some dish washing. Heck, since it’s your birthday, I might even throw in some vaccuming. I’m pretty good at doing laundry, too. My whites are white, I don’t shrink things, and I fold things up very neatly. That’s pretty good, right? How can you turn down an offer like that?
Swampy, that recipe sounds delicious. I’ll have to give it a shot this weekend, when I have time to cook.
Rue, this week’s thread title sounds like the name of an S&M club to me. Or a goth club. Or a goth S&M club. Can’t you just picture it? A dim, cavernous place somewhere in the heart of the meat-packing district, full of people dressed in velvet and latex…
Wow, there are some images inappropriate for work! :o 
Wintermute it is to die for! It’s really really good. So shut up and eat your squash! It’s got vitamins!
Lissla I didn’t say it earlier, but consider the recipe an early birthday present. No need to gush, really.
Wow! I’ve been cited in someone’s sig line! I’m finally a somebody!
This moment is almost as cool as when I was first listed in the phone book. Where’s my tunafish sammich and Twinkie?
Speaking of Goth, did ya’ll watch NCIS last night?the girl who plays Abbie makes a very nice looking Goth chick. That’s how I picture Lissla in my head.
Happy Birthday Lissla/Abbie
Speaking of chicken and I-talyun dressing, a low-carb thing my Brother did while I was in Jawja was marinate some bonless skinless chickie breasts in I-talyun dressing and bake em in the oven with mushrooms and onions on top. I think he sauteed the shrooms a bit first, but I’m not sure. But it was very good.
Now I’m hungry, dagnabit! When I was at Freddy’s the other day they had those little Atkins pizzas on sale for 94 cents! They’re usually about five bucks, but apparently nobody was desperate enough to pay that for a 7" pizza, so they put them on sale. I bought 9 of 'em. I think I’ll go nuke one now. They ain’t bad for under a buck.
Bumbazine, I think you and me are the only Dopers who watch NCIS. There are never any threads about it in CS.
It’s one of my favorite shows.
I knew it swampy, you are sooo right! Beef booger-none is just Frenchi-fied pot roast pieces and since I hate how it heats up the house to cook it for a zillion hours, I am definitely going to get my hands on a crock pot. Only I want one without flowers painted on the outside. Preferably red. This is important to me because I detest flowery kitcheny stuff, feh! Also paper towels printed with geese with blue ribbons tied around their necks. And those figurines of children with huge eyes and swollen heads. I don’t see what’s cute about a serious medical condition…
Hee, of course you were kidding puggy, I just couldn’t resist. I mean detachable body parts, traveling cases of spare cockies, the visual on that stuff just makes my day.
Happy future birthday Lissla! I have no mittens to send, could I interest you in a scarf? How about a recipe? I’ve got a dandy for mashed potatoes. Ahem: Take a bunch of potatoes, cook 'em and smoosh 'em. Then put in about a pound of butter, cheddar cheese, chopped bacon, and some cream. Stand back so the heart attack doesn’t hit you head on. Voila!
And today we learn something new - it is not nice when an opthamologist uses the word scarring. Seems that the stuff I am on to stop me from hurting from arthritis may have caused some macular scarring. Stupid medication. Problem is, this is a new doctor, so the question is whether the scarring is new or old. Since I don’t remember my old doctor mentioning scarring (and that tends to be something you would remember), I tend to think it’s new. And scary. Can’t be fixed - but hopefully prevented from getting worse.
Susan
scared
Hello–
No yard stories, no weekend stories, no imminent birthdays. I don’t have garden weasels, but I do have 4 house weasels.
I am away from home for work, so I’m posting late, but I did get to see the Boll weevil monument today. It was worth seeing. I mean, anyone can see Niagra or the Grand Canyon. This was something special.
s_f scary! Prayers and good doper thoughts headin’ your way now! :eek:
vunderbob you don’t get the twinkie til you do a vanity search and find out that for the first time your name’s been mentioned in a thread you ain’t participating in.
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] bet them taters goes good with that french -i-fied pot roast. My big crock pot is white. My little one is red. I coulda had the big one in red too but they didn’t have but just little ones in red. So I bought both. Sometimes I just need a little one. I also have a couple of crock potty things that can slow or normal cook. They’re both white. I have three of those roaster/oven thingy’s too. I have an eighteen quart, a ten quart and a six quart one. I get sorta obsessive buying small kitchen appliances. Angel Pants the First better be glad I wasn’t with Ex when he went on that kitchen stuff buying spree.
Bumba bet that diet pizza would be good with extra cheese and sausage on it. What’s NCIS? The only tv show I watch regularly is “The Gilmore Girls.” It’s my secret shame. :o
I’ve got scarring on my eyes, too. At first the doctor thought it was macular degeneration which was way scary! But the specialist ruled that out and chalked it up to some viral infection that I may never have noticed having and shouldn’t have ever contracted anyway (I’m in the wrong part of the country and not around birds much). The problem is that these little scarred places, for some unknown reason, sometimes develop little blood veins, and where there’s a vein, there’s no eyesight. The brain makes up the difference, so I don’t see little blank spots, but if the veins keep growing or if there are too many of them, I will have problems. Luckily, my scars seem content to just hang around on my retina without growing any veins. I have a grid thingy that I look at on occasion, trying to see if I have any blank spots. If I do, I’m supposed to go to the doctor who will laser the vein to keep it from getting worse.
That was a long-winded way of telling Susan to not be too scared, the eyes are pretty adaptive, and if you haven’t noticed a problem, preventing it from getting worse is just as good as fixing it!
s_f, prayers headed your way.
Thank you, everyone, especially Wintermute. I love it when other people clean my house. Quasi-Daughter used to do it regularly. Of course, she would put things away and we’d never find them again and Mr. Lissar would get mad, but still.
Ashes, your mashed potato recipe sounds strangely like mine. Except that there should be roasted garlic in them, too. Great recipes all round. Hey, I wonder what my in-laws are getting me? Last yeat I got a lot of icewine and a friggin’ expensive cookbook, the Larousse Gastronomique. I love my in-laws.
I have no idea what NCIS stands for. I want to look for pictures of this mysterious double!