Grocery Delivery.

[X]

I'm with X on the liver. Properly done, a nice hunk of liver doesn't need anything but a dash of salt and pepper and a few slivers of raw or sauted onions ... maybe some mushrooms too.

You do gotta prep a bit. I've done the milk bath thing, but not always. For me the key is getting a bit of olive oil nice and hot and get a good sear on each breaded side of the liver slab.

So important not to over cook it, that’s it.. and the calf liver is very mild … I’ve marinated it in that sweet Thai chili sauce on advice from a Filipina girl I dated it’s also good

 

[X]

Bro, I’m so high my hands are sweatin to the oldies and you got me CRACKING UP!!!!

Much respect LOL

 

[Reggie_Essent]

I don't have a favorite corn dog. I don't eat them enough to have a favorite.

My favorite frank is from a local company, Silva's. Originally an immigrant family from Portugal. They make a great franks, but also other sausage, including chorizo.

They're excellent. They also sell imports from Portugal, the bacalao seems to be popular.

San Jose had a sizable community of Portuguese and Italian immigrants decades ago. There are still fairly vibrant, but shrinking, populations of each.

I like to patronize local producers too. Wurst Sausage is made right up the road in Aurora. Awesome brats and keibasa and hotdogs too. And there's another place out in Elburn where you can get pork, beef, lamb or chicken that was slaughtered that very morning.

Of course, the very finest and best hot dogs made anywhere on the planet are Vienna Beef™ hot dogs made right here in the land of milk and honey.

 

[Reggie_Essent]

So important not to over cook it, that’s it.. and the calf liver is very mild … I’ve marinated it in that sweet Thai chili sauce on advice from a Filipina girl I dated it’s also good

That sounds good. I was gonna say the breading is important too. I like to mix some bread crumbs and flour and a few secret spices in a dry mix and dip the liver in egg goop and dredge in the mix and immediately drop it into the hot pan.

Works for me.

 

[Flynn]

I could only stomach four years of it but that was mostly because of the politics. I had the misfortune of being stationed at the Tactical Air Command's headquarters base so bumping into generals and such was pretty common.

My understanding of what "entitled" really means dates to that period of my life.

Well credit to you anyway.

The Air force and The Coast Guard only take the best. I should know, my father started out his Military career with the Air Force, and then into the Navy. I have lived in Canada, Singapore, Germany, The Netherlands, South Korea, Hawaii, and The States, where I reside now.

I remember my father talking about the politics in the Military. He said,

"if you couldn't lie better than than your immediate superior, then you will never get ahead in the Military."

Just to let you know, my father while being a very successful man, was a fucking loser. Don't worry, Garraty, I see you there starting to get uncomfortable there, this isn't going to be a rant about how my daddy fucked my life up, because he wouldn't pay attention to me. It's more like I can see similarities in your temperature/temperament, and how you carry yourself. We had alot of Military friends, or at least my dad did, and I remember seeing some of these older guys, some grizzled, some still youthful. But the one common denominator was they were all very slow to anger. I like that about you. Plus, I always thought you an Old Spice guy. I hate the smell, but I smelled that for the first 12-years of my life. It brings back memories of a soft cool breeze blowing through freshly washed laundry hung up on a balmy Summer day. But, because I knew what kind of men these were, I also knew how they ticked, as my father being my experiment in how long it took to annoy him. I found like, you, the head on approach is useless with my father. No matter what I did or said, no effect. I gather he heard worse than some 12-year-old trying to get on his last nerve. I had about given up on the Man Of Steel...that is until I heard my mom bitching at him about the same shit she had been bitching about for the last 18 weeks. My father lost it, I had never seen a career Military man just go bananas. I have met high ranking Military doods who have had wives admit at their own 50th wedding anniversary in front of over 1000 family and guest members, that they have been having a lesbian relationship with the poor saps own sister. Rumor is that the 4 Star Admiral stood up and said,

"Here I was worried it was me in the bed!"

And with that, the Admiral walked off the stage and resigned his post the next day, and last I heard was living in Mexico on the coast somewhere. This was the key! Men are men and aren't any different from other men. What men have in common is their weakness for the opposite sex's bitching and moaning. Somewhere along the evolutionary chain, one of our ancestors must have succumbed to some kind of incessant nagging that was now ingrained into the male genome as we know it now. This is mother nature's evening stick. I realized if I took on the same nasily Slovenian tone like my often inebriated mother did, it would drive my oče crazy. I had devised a plan. I would join my mother about her now 24 week crusade on why the backyard should be dug out to accommodate a much larger pool, because the 20 X 20 foot pool we already had just wouldn't cut it anymore. So right on cue, after my mother's third glass of Chardonnay the nagging began. Oh, dad was fucked. I had yet to start in on him, and his vein on his forehead looked as though omit was break-dancing. He was your typical man, he prolly thought, imnot going to let this bother me tonight. He may have really thought that until I starting whining like a life long alcoholic, about the pool being too small. I also added in I wanted a Clydesdale horse. I seriously thought he my father was going to fucking die right there and then, on the dinner table of all places. That would have been really hard to explain. My dad like got up, and when I saw his eyes, it was like a deer in the proverbial headlights. He strolled quickly out of the house and got into the car and left. I was long asleep when he came back, and I have no idea what was said, but three days later I got a package from The Bon Marche', and it was the three angora sweaters I had wanted soo bad, I didn't even know that they were rodents, I just wanted them because I saw some bitchy lady wearing one at a party. I know you as a sturdy opponent in the netherworld of flaming. But I also know if I nag the fuck out of you with the same shit for hours on end, you will eventually lose your shit. I've seen it with you and Caskur. I've seen it with me and you. Sometimes you'll have me scratching my head, and I'll decide to pass on responding to you so I can't incriminate myself by saying something stupid that you can latch into like a lion that hasn't eaten in 10 days.

Oh, what were we talking about again?

 

[Flynn]

I'm with X on the liver. Properly done, a nice hunk of liver doesn't need anything but a dash of salt and pepper and a few slivers of raw or sauted onions ... maybe some mushrooms too.

You do gotta prep a bit. I've done the milk bath thing, but not always. For me the key is getting a bit of olive oil nice and hot and get a good sear on each breaded side of the liver slab.

Dude, you're the guy that dunks corn dogs in Ketchup.

Now you're wanting to wrap a piece of good old American "cheese" around a corn dog. How can you be a culinary god? Surely, the gods aren't that cruel?

 

[Flynn]

Please don't....

 

[Dove]

I'm with X on the liver. Properly done, a nice hunk of liver doesn't need anything but a dash of salt and pepper and a few slivers of raw or sauted onions ... maybe some mushrooms too.

You do gotta prep a bit. I've done the milk bath thing, but not always. For me the key is getting a bit of olive oil nice and hot and get a good sear on each breaded side of the liver slab.

I can't with the liver. I try every so often and quickly remember why I can't.

I can't with the texture or flavor.

 

[Reggie_Essent]

Dude, you're the guy that dunks corn dogs in Ketchup.

Now you're wanting to wrap a piece of good old American "cheese" around a corn dog. How can you be a culinary god? Surely, the gods aren't that cruel?

All any of us can do is cook what we're good at cooking.

I make the most awesomest fried eggs. My ribs fall off the bone and my lasagna makes Italian grandmothers weep with joy.

 

[Flynn]

All any of us can do is cook what we're good at cooking.

I make the most awesomest fried eggs. My ribs fall off the bone and my lasagna makes Italian grandmothers weep with joy.

You are not cooking when you make fried eggs and ribs. I mean technically you are.

To me "cooking" is like witchcraft, you need the right ingredients, the right portions, and the correct temperature. Cooking is using fresh ingredients, chopping, cutting, mincing, sautéing, baking, mixing, gutting, and simmering. What we do is basically cook already processed foods.

Now if you're talking about Stouffers Lasagna, you are gross. But yes, making lasagna from scratch is "cooking."

We live in a society where people think unpackaging already made ingredients and throwing it all in a one pot is "cooking." That's not cooking either.

 

[Weeg]

I just got back and put them in the freezer along with some other shit I bought. The State Fair™ all beefs are the tastiest store bought corndogs you can get.

Nothing like a carnival corn dog you buy from a greasy truck at a fair or festival though. Those are the very best. There's this one that comes to one of the many spring and summer tests around here that I make a point to get a foot long corndog from. Some Greek dude runs it and has a restaurant down in the south suburbs somewhere. Best fucking corn dog I ever snarfed.

I fucking love corn dogs!!!!! With catch u

 

[Garraty_47]

I remember my father talking about the politics in the Military. He said,

"if you couldn't lie better than than your immediate superior, then you will never get ahead in the Military."

That wasn't my complaint.
I didn't lie and had no intention of lying about anything to anyone.

Here's the kind of stuff that made me think "fuck this for a game of silly buggers":

A general who sometimes flew out of our squadron had an anti-G suit due inspection. Those are the cut-away like "pants" with air bladders that automatically inflate during high-G maneuvers to help prevent all the blood rushing to a pilot's extremities and the potential loss of consciousness that might cause. It failed the inflation test. Big time. Completely useless.

So I did what I was supposed to do... red-tagged the suit and stripped it of zippers and such that were in decent shape and could be used on suits that weren't functionally just green assless chaps with a lot of parachute cord tighteners and velcro straps. When I informed my supervisor that the general would have to come in for a new G-suit fitting and word got passed up the chain all hell broke loose.

Apparently that was the general's favorite G-suit (no wonder it was comfortable; the fucking thing didn't work for shit) and they tried to order me to put it back together. I reiterated that it was already torn apart and I wouldn't sign off on that fucking thing anyway. I suggested they have the general come in so I could show him why I did what I did and why it was necessary but of course that was never going to happen; I wasn't even an officer so a general would never allow himself to be scolded by me.

If I had asked first then been told to let it slide and something happened while that general was flying a plane it would be *my* arse in Leavenworth after the investigation concluded a faulty anti-G suit led to a crash. I was expected to merrily put the rest of my life in jeopardy just so a general could wear his favorite useless piece of shit G-suit.

Not "no" but "hell fucking no".

At the risk of giving you more ammunition or at least food for thought, being in the military doesn't really have anything to do with my composure. I was already well-known to be unflappable in high school. Some of my friends would jump out from behind doors, sneak up behind me, etc. trying to get me to jump or even just react. I've always had a very slow temper as well. I've been in fights where we went at it two or three times and kept getting pulled apart before I actually got mad about the whole thing.

I don't think this is a "secret" or what have you, so I don't mind telling it...

I don't *need* to win an argument, even if I know I'm right. At some point continuing to argue is just too silly and I'll walk away. There is no "fight to the death" with me; not on the internets. That would be ridiculous. I generally try to keep things if not civil then at least not intentionally cruel but there's only so much vapid nonsense a guy can take before he reaches for the proverbial carving knives and goes to work.

But that's not me "losing it".
That's just me starting to not have much fun and I hate when that happens. It's practically guaranteed not long after that I'll be stepping away and letting whoever it is have the last word, or the last sentence, or the last paragraph.

I don't care about that.
My self-image doesn't teeter on how some internet persona is perceived by a bunch of people I've never even met.

Maybe that helps you, maybe it only sends you back to square one with some of your "observations". Frankly I hope it's the latter; that could be far more entertaining.

Muahaha

 

[Flynn]

I don't *need* to win an argument, even if I know I'm right. At some point continuing to argue is just too silly and I'll walk away. There is no "fight to the death" with me; not on the internets. That would be ridiculous. I generally try to keep things if not civil then at least not intentionally cruel but there's only so much vapid nonsense a guy can take before he reaches for the proverbial carving knives and goes to work.

I don't care about that.
My self-image doesn't teeter on how some internet persona is perceived by a bunch of people I've never even met.

Winning an argument means nothing to me. I use that as my sticking point when I know the other person's psyche is wrapped around that. I could really care less if I have the last or next to last word. There seems to be this common misconception about me that I need to win an argument. I tell ya, no one really wins in an argument. That's not saying like you, and everyone else I won't voice my opinion from time to time.

For me it's about wanting to see what the other person's mind is all about. I love interacting with strangers and putting them through rigorous mental exercises. I think the more our minds are challenged through local or online stimuli, the more we can learn to appreciate our strengths and weaknesses.

Call me a voyeur of sorts. I love watching how the human mind processes emotions ranging from love, affection, dislike and hate.

Now all of this was unintended on my part. Growing up on the forums. I never thought it would lead to me being out here for most of my life. Nor did I realize the black comedy in all of this. You never knew me at BH. I just wanted to be a wallflower, I just wanted to read all the nasty insults and to be left alone. It didn't work out that way. I always giggled knowing in all the fun and games, some serious feelings were hurt. I'm not giggling because I think it's funny. I think it humorous that words can affect so many people in a way that it affected them offline. Because the most simple way to get rid of those feelings would be taking a break from logging on. It again humors me to no end that the key to their happiness is right in front of them, yet they choose the path of misery, because they cannot not log on.

 

[Garraty_47]

I do remember you from those days in a vague way... nothing specific, just that you were very nonchalant and doing backflips and, how to put this, *aggressively* having fun. Like, rubbing their noses in it.

I enjoyed that persona more than I think I ever said at the time. Our methods and deliveries were very different but underneath your silliness and my verbosity we had some fundamental similarities.

As that saying went from back in the good ol' days:

I Did It For The Lulz

 

[Flynn]

I do remember you from those days in a vague way... nothing specific, just that you were very nonchalant and doing backflips and, how to put this, *aggressively* having fun. Like, rubbing their noses in it.

I enjoyed that persona more than I think I ever said at the time. Our methods and deliveries were very different but underneath your silliness and my verbosity we had some fundamental similarities.

As that saying went from back in the good ol' days:

I Did It For The Lulz

Yes, I know you do. Back then it was all about having fun. I think that was when things were less serious in the world. Pre-Covid.

Today it just seems like there's a permanent rain cloud over everyone. I don't know if this is just another shift in the community, or if the community is shrinking that rapidly.

I remember you
Freud
Flea
CW
King Martini
Sum Cun't
Bricktop
Mr. Nice guy
SSS
Caskur

And that's it. There were at least 100 other regulars I interacted with, now nowhere to be seen. We are a dying breed. That makes me sad.

 

[Neil B. Formi]

Safeway does delivery here. It's pretty handy when it comes to a large order.

 

[Fredricka]

You do notice the copius amount of water and drinks don't you?

First off, the Bosco sticks aren't me, those are my husband's favorite, something about a childhood school lunch memory. I had never heard of Bosco sticks until 5 years ago. The corn dogs are mainly for the kids and friends when they come visit.

The ramen is all me. I'm such a lousy cook that I need to buy pre-made ramen. The Boulder Canyon snacks are for me and my spouse. The Evian is for me because they were out of Panna Acqua water. The salad starters are for dinners.

The Gatorade are for the kids as well.

The Sidral Mundet Apple Soda is my husband's.

These are just the things I needed for today. We're going shopping again tomorrow, I'll post pics of that haul too.

What's wrong with your tap water? Never tried a corn dog and probably never will, it looks like a tinned sausage with bread round it
Livers good but it has to be with gravy. I never have it because no one else likes it, I'm surprised so many people here like it

 

[Frood]

What's wrong with your tap water? Never tried a corn dog and probably never will, it looks like a tinned sausage with bread round it
Livers good but it has to be with gravy. I never have it because no one else likes it, I'm surprised so many people here like it

Corndogs in the US, in fact hotdogs in general, are made in varying degrees of quality and ingredients, but even the worst US made hotdog shits all over hotdogs made in Commonwealth countries and most South American countries unless Costco is getting locals to make them to recipes. I have encountered some butchers that make high quality ones but you'll have to pay a hefty premium.

It's a National food treasure of the US.

These aren't snags.

 

[Adam Hitler]

What's wrong with your tap water?

It's probably poisoned, like the American food supply Lol.

 

[Frood]

All tap waters are poisoned.... otherwise you'd get green, yellow, and blue colours flowing into your cup.

 

[Lily]

Winning an argument means nothing to me. I use that as my sticking point when I know the other person's psyche is wrapped around that. I could really care less if I have the last or next to last word. There seems to be this common misconception about me that I need to win an argument. I tell ya, no one really wins in an argument. That's not saying like you, and everyone else I won't voice my opinion from time to time.

For me it's about wanting to see what the other person's mind is all about. I love interacting with strangers and putting them through rigorous mental exercises. I think the more our minds are challenged through local or online stimuli, the more we can learn to appreciate our strengths and weaknesses.

Call me a voyeur of sorts. I love watching how the human mind processes emotions ranging from love, affection, dislike and hate.

Now all of this was unintended on my part. Growing up on the forums. I never thought it would lead to me being out here for most of my life. Nor did I realize the black comedy in all of this. You never knew me at BH. I just wanted to be a wallflower, I just wanted to read all the nasty insults and to be left alone. It didn't work out that way. I always giggled knowing in all the fun and games, some serious feelings were hurt. I'm not giggling because I think it's funny. I think it humorous that words can affect so many people in a way that it affected them offline. Because the most simple way to get rid of those feelings would be taking a break from logging on. It again humors me to no end that the key to their happiness is right in front of them, yet they choose the path of misery, because they cannot not log on.

translation: I am a psychopath

 

[Frood]

translation: I am a psychopath

What's that, bean membrane?

 

[Lily]

What's that, bean membrane?

Change your tampon.

 

[Frood]

Change your tampon.

You are a forum tampon...

 

[RANCIDMILKO ™ ®©]

Winning an argument means nothing to me. I use that as my sticking point when I know the other person's psyche is wrapped around that. I could really care less if I have the last or next to last word. There seems to be this common misconception about me that I need to win an argument. I tell ya, no one really wins in an argument. That's not saying like you, and everyone else I won't voice my opinion from time to time.

For me it's about wanting to see what the other person's mind is all about. I love interacting with strangers and putting them through rigorous mental exercises. I think the more our minds are challenged through local or online stimuli, the more we can learn to appreciate our strengths and weaknesses.

Call me a voyeur of sorts. I love watching how the human mind processes emotions ranging from love, affection, dislike and hate.

Now all of this was unintended on my part. Growing up on the forums. I never thought it would lead to me being out here for most of my life. Nor did I realize the black comedy in all of this. You never knew me at BH. I just wanted to be a wallflower, I just wanted to read all the nasty insults and to be left alone. It didn't work out that way. I always giggled knowing in all the fun and games, some serious feelings were hurt. I'm not giggling because I think it's funny. I think it humorous that words can affect so many people in a way that it affected them offline. Because the most simple way to get rid of those feelings would be taking a break from logging on. It again humors me to no end that the key to their happiness is right in front of them, yet they choose the path of misery, because they cannot not log on.

It's nice that you seem to be enjoying all of these mind games

But don't forget, the universe always returns the mail to its sender eventually

 

[Lily]

It's nice that you seem to be enjoying all of these mind games

But don't forget, the universe always returns the mail to its sender eventually

I've seen this is my lifetime. It comes back at you in ways you couldn't imagine, often excruciatingly painful.

 

[RANCIDMILKO ™ ®©]

I've seen this is my lifetime. It comes back at you in ways you couldn't imagine, often excruciatingly painful.

Most people seem to live like they're detached from everything, they believe they're a separate entity and that they can go around doing whatever they want without consequences

But in the end, we're just part of the whole thing and whatever you do to others, you're really doing to yourself

The sowing comes from your free will, but the reaping will reflect that, always.

 

[Lily]

Most people seem to live like they're detached from everything, they believe they're a separate entity and that they can go around doing whatever they want without consequences

But in the end, we're just part of the whole thing and whatever you do to others, you're really doing to yourself

The sowing comes from your free will, but the reaping will reflect that, always.

Absolutely, I think the older we get we start to see it more clearly. We have experiences that we should learn from. We realize things happen the way they should rather than the way we wanted them to happen.

We are specks and if your ego is wrapped up in bizarre quests, it will certainly bite you.

 

[The Cuntess]

I can't with the liver. I try every so often and quickly remember why I can't.

I can't with the texture or flavor.

My grandma traumatized me with liver. Hell no

 

[RANCIDMILKO ™ ®©]

Absolutely, I think the older we get we start to see it more clearly. We have experiences that we should learn from. We realize things happen the way they should rather than the way we wanted them to happen.

We are specks and if your ego is wrapped up in bizarre quests, it will certainly bite you.

The other day I realized that I've known you for almost as long as I've known Jack and others, close to 20 years

Remember how we used to fight for no good reason? What did we really profit from that?

And now that we're good friends, what have we been doing?

The difference is undeniable, just like night and day.