Originally posted by Grampy BobbyMay 6 Entry: Sweeping out the frig today. Leftovers (slumgullion) for dinner tonight. Interesting thought early this morning...
May 5 Entry; Let's go straight to the hard part, Dear D... nothing late breaking, memorable,
of any consequence or fit to print worthy of mentioning to you today. Later... -b
if I happened to win a multimillion dollar mega jackpot, but was bedridden and unable to claim the lottery prize myself,
would there be anybody within the RHP Community I would trust to take the ticket across town on my behalf. Between the
first and second cups of coffee realized there were three. And they already know who they are... Go Boston Celtics. -b
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyWho are the other two besides me?
May 6 Entry: Sweeping out the frig today. Leftovers (slumgullion) for dinner tonight. Interesting thought early this morning...
if I happened to win a multimillion dollar mega jackpot, but was bedridden and unable to claim the lottery prize myself,
would there be anybody within the RHP Community I would trust to take the ticket across town on my ...[text shortened]... cups of coffee realized there were three. And they already who they are... Go Boston Celtics. -b
Originally posted by epic0002Hmm... let's try a few hints: (1) Both genders in play. (2) Think
Who are the other two besides me?
globally. (3) Keep an open mind. Consider Larry, Curly & Moe...
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Originally posted by Grampy Bobby(1) Hermaphrodite
Hmm... let's try a few hints: (1) Both genders in play. (2) Think
globally. (3) Keep an open mind. Consider Larry, Curly & Moe...
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(2) Warming
(3) Shemp
D, one last thought before pj time. You've probably never been to a kissing booth at an old country fair? Well, what you see is two folks
coming, two going and two kissing. In the workplace, Pareto's Curve is also alive and well... two coming, two going, two resting and two
working. Gets worse. In the RHP Community at any hour of the day or night there are two coming, two going, two eating, two inebriated, two
sleeping, two (or more) posting and two making chess moves. Small wonder that most of the world's work gets done by the usual few.
P.S. Slumgullion was actually fit for company. What a pleasant surprise... 😴
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyMay 7 Entry: One of life's little ironies... seems the older we get, the
May 6 Entry: Sweeping out the frig today. Leftovers (slumgullion) for dinner tonight. Interesting thought early this morning...
if I happened to win a multimillion dollar mega jackpot, but was bedridden and unable to claim the lottery prize myself,
would there be anybody within the RHP Community I would trust to take the ticket across town on my ...[text shortened]... of coffee realized there were three. And they already know who they are... Go Boston Celtics. -b
higher maintenance we become even though there's less to maintain.
On track with the 'Solemn Promise' to Huck... 7 days down, 24 to go.
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Originally posted by Grampy BobbyHave you tried Irish stew?
May 6 Entry: Sweeping out the frig today. Leftovers (slumgullion) for dinner tonight. Interesting thought early this morning...
if I happened to win a multimillion dollar mega jackpot, but was bedridden and unable to claim the lottery prize myself,
would there be anybody within the RHP Community I would trust to take the ticket across town on my ...[text shortened]... of coffee realized there were three. And they already know who they are... Go Boston Celtics. -b
If you like Slugmullion then Irish stew is the next step up.
You mentioning Slugmullion was the inspiration for tonight's feast, I have just cooked a big pot of it for family and friends using beef instead of mutton.
Served with warm crusty buttered rolls.
Being a veggie, I shall enjoy my rice and vegetables.
Originally posted by WoodgieHow very interesting, Woodgie, being a world away and all...
Have you tried Irish stew?
If you like Slugmullion then Irish stew is the next step up.
You mentioning Slugmullion was the inspiration for tonight's feast, I have just cooked a big pot of it for family and friends using beef instead of mutton.
Served with warm crusty buttered rolls.
Being a veggie, I shall enjoy my rice and vegetables.
which cut of lamb would one use in Ireland and/or Wales?
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyThe preference I am finding is for mutton (meat older than a year I think) and probably the chump end (chops).
How very interesting, Woodgie, being a world away and all...
which cut of lamb would one use in Ireland and/or Wales?
Also a few extra bones, if any are handy, as it increases the flavour (take them out 20 minutes or so before the end).
My stance on this is, if you are going to do it, do it properly. There is some top quality organic meat available where the animal was allowed to do what it should do naturally and this makes a huge difference to the flavour.
Have you heard of the "Pasty" over there?
This is my version of it.
Mutton stew pasty.
If you make your own Irish Stew, make a little more than you need. and let it cool in the fridge (it is normally cold by the time I get to make these anyway).
Drain off the liquid and leave resting in the sieve, so you are left with the semi-solid cooked ingredients.
Once drained add a small amount of mint jelly, gently folded in.
Get some rolled out puff pastry and cut out a big circle with a decent breakfast bowl.
On one half of the circle place a good amount of the ingredients into the centre of that half and fold the other side over sealing it (making a parcel).
Paint some milk over the top.
Pop into the oven and once the pastry is golden brown check the temperature of the ingredients inside, either use a thermometer (anything over 72c-ish is ok) or a metal skewer pushed into the centre for about 10 seconds and then rest against your lower thumb briefly (if it hurts, its cooked).
Allow to cool slightly, get a beer and enjoy.
Edit: I forgot to mention that when you die you will have to answer to all the beasts you ate.
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Dear diary,
Well finally I have fixed my laptop, and after 3 weeks drifting through life, I am back to indulging in pawn. During our separation I have whittled away the hours talking to my fiance, watching home improvement shows, repeats of nature documentaries, and started uneccessary and unsustainable garden projects. Did you know that Cheetahs can climb? Thats the kind of **** you learn when the internet is broken.
Hell, I even got drunk both weekend nights three times in a row. No need to stay sober in the absence of pawn.
I realised in my enforced separation that there really is more to life than pawn. Only trouble is, it's all mind numbingly boring (fiance excepted).
Give me pawn. I love pawn. Oh Red Hot, steaming, dirty, primeval pawn. Bring on round 2 of the 2008 tournament. I want so many games I develop the physiological symptoms of stress. I want so many games I am utterly unable to distinguish one game from the next. I want to sleep with floating bishops behind my eyelids. I want to run into the garden and shout, in a manic, hysterical voice..."Knight g6 check!.....Get out of that one bitch". I really dont care that life is too short. All I ever want to do, always, is just play chess.
OK Bobby Fischer said the last bit, but the rest was mine.
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyMay 8 Entry: Learned a few things about the word 'avatar' today... "Atavistic- reverting to primitive forms or behavior, ancestral. Avatar-
May 7 Entry: One of life's little ironies... seems the older we get, the
higher maintenance we become even though there's less to maintain.
On track with the 'Solemn Promise' to Huck... 7 days down, 24 to go.
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a word coming to us from India, where it refers to the reincarnation or embodiement of a god as a person on earth, the embodiement of
a concept or idea in contemporary usage." From 'I Always Look Up the Word Egregious', Maxwell Nurnberg, 1998. Also came to grips
with the worst two word phrase in the English language: 'killing time'... just killing a little time. Major weather on the horizon. Gotta run.
-b