July 26, 2006
An Early Lunch with the Old Man Today.
I walk him to his car. We are talking about my favorite subject.
"What are the chances," he asks, "that you're a selfish asshole?"
"They're quite good," I tell him. "But I make up for my selfishness by being really, really greedy."
He laughs. "Very nice." And he kisses me goodbye, gets into his Infiniti, and drives off.
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What
. . . is the driving force behind your life? What animates you? What's your main goal as you walk through your days? The most important thing?
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What motivates me is topical. Right now it's the need to remove Condi Rice befoe her incompetence sabatoges the president's foreign policy even further.
http://www.insightmag.com/Media/MediaManager/Condi2.htm
Posted by: Conservative at July 26, 2006 11:27 AM (GVvcq)
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Is it toast? It's toast isn't it.
Posted by: Kevin at July 26, 2006 12:47 PM (++0ve)
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Sometimes, we are our own worst enemies. Respect your Condi...
Posted by: Darrell at July 26, 2006 08:25 PM (QbKtn)
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Oh, I forgot there was a question,
Considering that I'm battling a simultaneous case of shingles and ulcerative colitis, I would say it would be nice to be pain-free once again. With a few hours of sleep as an added bonus, of course.
Posted by: Darrell at July 26, 2006 08:30 PM (QbKtn)
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What inspires me is the ability to contribute to others. I have people around me who take on new challenges and overcome their fears. And I get to be a part of it. My life belongs to teaching. The harder I work, the more fulfilled I am. A quote from Bernard Shaw for some people on this list:
\"This is the true joy in life: the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one, the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap, the being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy\"
Now tell me was he a conservative?
Posted by: azzerism at July 26, 2006 10:22 PM (wuznC)
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To live a virtuous life. To raise my sons to be men of good character. To leave behind a legacy of a close-knit, loving family
Posted by: Deep Thought at July 27, 2006 07:32 AM (U2bNV)
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To help my kids be more respectable than me.
Posted by: Fred the Fourth at July 27, 2006 10:42 AM (qUuc4)
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George Bernard Shaw, a vegan, anti-war conservative I love it. I bet you he was pro-abortion and for gay-marriage. By the way his birthday was 26 July, thats why the quote.
Posted by: azzerism at July 27, 2006 08:22 PM (wuznC)
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I'm pro-legalization of abortion, and I'm for gay marriage.
And Hitler, of course, was a vegetarian.
Watch those stereotypes!
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 28, 2006 08:44 AM (4IuF2)
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Driving Force:
1) Duty: To be an example of redemption for my family as parts of my past were wretched with my causing a great deal grief to loved ones.
2) Fear: Damn Mortgage!
Animates:
1) My kids. Sometimes angels, sometimes orcs. Always a treasure (oh, oh, I'm getting sappy).
2) Accomplishing a challenging task. Whereas, I confess, FACING a new challenge evokes stress (OK, maybe dread) rather than animation. Duty better kick in or else.
3) A stirring connection whether it be from a sunset, a book, a movie or, more typically, another person, especially if you find them attractive in one way or another (yeah, looks mainly).
Goals:
1) To not mess up.
2) To become-and have a growing desire to become- the kind of person God would be pleased with.
Posted by: Dalsan at July 28, 2006 07:56 PM (QvZn3)
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GBS was anti-abortion.
Posted by: miriam at July 29, 2006 06:27 PM (j9HMW)
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For some reason, every person that worked in the "health food" store in San Francisco I used to buy my tomatoes from had terrible, pizza-like complexions. Must have had something to do with not eating cheeseburgers regularly. Now, what was the question?
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July 24, 2006
Dear Abby,
My mother's on the warpath again. Would it be unethical for me to sneak her an extra Prozac? Or is there any point: she appears pretty determined to have a fight with me tomorrow.
Oh, well. It's like my middle-aged acne—it'll keep me young.
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Put on a Stepford wife smile and refuse to lose not matter what she says. It should drive her crazy.
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at July 24, 2006 11:14 PM (RiZPJ)
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Another way to win without trying is to agree with everything she says, then do none of it. Just keep smiling and saying "you're right" and continue doing what you've been doing all along.
Eventually she'll figure out she's talking to herself, and might shut up.
Posted by: clyde at July 25, 2006 01:47 AM (6m+7s)
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I see you people have normal mothers. I don't want to aggravate mine, for she could get homicidal, and I don't want to have to shoot my own mom in self-defense.
So no passive-aggressive tactics for me.
Fortunately, she saw that she was headed for the swamps, and reined herself back in. So there's growth . . .
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 25, 2006 06:51 PM (4IuF2)
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The tactic that works - though is in your face confrontational - is to just not see them. Don't answer the phone, don't visit, don't have them over. Let them know it is because "You are invited to STOP trying to run my life."
Note to mothers everywhere - when your kids are 28, you really do have to stop treating them like they are 12.
Posted by: Zendo Deb at July 26, 2006 04:15 AM (+gqOq)
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I've done that one, too
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 26, 2006 08:13 AM (4IuF2)
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Hmm. I have a "normal mother?" Then what explains me?
Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at July 26, 2006 10:40 PM (RiZPJ)
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How about "the sins of the fathers"? Or perhaps you're a sport (not baseball--genetics).
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Oh, That Joni.
She's
smart.
People don't know how to love
They taste it and toss it
Turn it off and on
Like a bathtub faucet
Oh sometimes the light
Can be so hard to find--
At least the moon at the window--
The thieves left that behind.
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Who wrote this? Is she a published author, and if so, what has she written? I'd like to read more of it. Great metaphors.
Posted by: clyde at July 25, 2006 01:49 AM (6m+7s)
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Joni Mitchell, songwriter and singer. Some of her later albums are simply extraordinary in terms of the lyrics.
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 25, 2006 08:16 AM (4IuF2)
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Now if someone could just figure out who wrote that, we could all enjoy the whole thing!
Don't hit me!
See, live links don't help much, either...
Posted by: Darrell at July 25, 2006 07:56 PM (+Al3c)
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Iowahawk is trying his hand--
You were born in the Valley to a life in a suburban cage
Encino, where mean girls and cheerleaders
Drop bombs of hate on the unpopular girls
Shy poetry club chicks like you
With 1480 SATs and early admission to Berkeley
Fed by the violence and lookism of the dance squad
Raised in a four bedroom colonial
They wouldnÂ’t let you wear your Che T-shirt to prom
But your heart and your armpit hair still grew proud and strong
http://iowahawk.typepad.com/iowahawk/2006/07/i_love_you_too_.html
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July 23, 2006
When Planning a Party . . .
one must make the assumptions that:
1) the date selected many weeks ahead of time will fall during a heat wave, and
2) one will get one's period on the day the party begins, incurring cramps and the necessity for steady doses of codeine.
Therefore, it behooves one to clean the house on the weekend previous to that of the potluck itself. Hey—at least I remembered the appetizers this time.
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Posted by: Flap at July 23, 2006 02:46 PM (A8i+J)
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Not only were there appetizers, they were really good appetizers. Thanks again for having us!
Posted by: the Pirate at July 23, 2006 04:26 PM (Rg0+S)
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AG
Hearty and heartfelt thanks to you and Attila the Hub ... we had a grand time ...
and as warm as you're place was, our trek 40 miles west to yours left behind 112 degrees!!!
Dar & Eric
Posted by: Darleen at July 23, 2006 09:15 PM (rvX7J)
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What they said. And the appetizers were seriously good.
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July 21, 2006
At 8:00 p.m.
I checked the thermometer in the breezeway area of the garage. It had finally dipped below 100 degrees.
And still, we're too stubborn to turn on the AC.
Tomorrow, though, it'll be different: we're having people over at night, and I'll be straightening up during the day. So when I get up I'm turning on the air.
This is a big deal for Methodists: we tend to convince ourselves that unnecessary expenditures will send us to hell. Where, I've been told, the AC is spotty at best.
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You're right to save your money: air conditioning in hell costs like hell. And plastic charge-cards have a habit of melting, making payment of bills hell as well.
Posted by: clyde at July 22, 2006 03:28 AM (6m+7s)
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wow, you're hardcore. I can't handle over 90.
Posted by: maggie katzen at July 22, 2006 11:29 AM (wIQcY)
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Jauhara
. . . posts a timely set of
Bob Dylan lyrics.
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Which you can find yourself.
If you know where to look.
http://infidelphialive.blogspot.com/
scroll to Sun. Jul 16th(halfway down)
If your link wasn't broken, it sure didn't show up on my browser...Thanks for thinking of us!
Posted by: Darrell at July 21, 2006 07:48 PM (cOVIQ)
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But did you know that Bobby Mcgee was a guy?
Posted by: azzerism at July 23, 2006 12:32 AM (dQ3wq)
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Did you know that Janis Joplin was a girl?
And that Kris Kristofferson's original lyrics said that Bobby was a girl--
"From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standin right beside me through everythin I done,
And every night SHE kept me from the cold.
The somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let HER slip away,
SHE was lookin for the love I hope SHE'LL find,
Well Id trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Holdin Bobby's body close to mine.
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose,
And nothin left was all SHE left to me,
Feelin good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues,
And buddy, that was good enough for me.
Good enough for me and Bobby Mcgee."
Posted by: Darrell at July 23, 2006 05:54 AM (ippC/)
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I see Darrell that you feel compelled to respond to an obvious falsehood. Others might ignore it as a prank, but you like me feel that it is your duty to inform and correct people when they are mistaken. Perhaps now you will understand why I must respond to some of your posts which are blatently false. (Not all just a few)
Cheers
Azmat
Posted by: azzerism at July 24, 2006 06:06 PM (wuznC)
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Logic is drinking wine now and smoking cigarettes, contemplating suicide. Clever is thinking about joining her.
Posted by: Darrell at July 25, 2006 06:35 AM (J+bbk)
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July 20, 2006
So, Who Designs
. . . Bob Hymers'
website?
I mean, that thing is as ugly as . . . well, it's as ugly as sin. It's as ugly as the man's miserable life's mission of turning people off to Christianity and to all religion/morality. Ugly inside, ugly outside.
P.S. Also—unattractive. In case I wasn't being clear.
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That's one link you SHOULD break...
Do you really want to give him the traffic?
Or the email addresses?
How 'bout a screenshot, instead?
And just to be clear, you don't like anything about it, do you? I sometimes miss the point!
Posted by: Darrell at July 21, 2006 09:17 PM (cOVIQ)
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These comments get through? It brings back memories of all the comments I had to redo. Or retype from scratch-like this one!
Filter, filter, on the wall...
Posted by: Darrell at July 26, 2006 08:16 PM (QbKtn)
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I have no idea why certain entries attract comment spam like my house attracts dust . . . weird. I'll go try to clean the entry up.
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 27, 2006 09:39 AM (4IuF2)
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When It's Hot,
don't just sit around with a pillow on your lap and a hot powerbook on top of the pillow.
It won't help at all, you know.
This has been a public service announcement.
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As long as you're sure it's the laptop.
Or the ambient temperature.
And not our leader...
Posted by: Darrell at July 21, 2006 09:18 PM (cOVIQ)
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Well . . . make no mistake. I'm a hot mama, for sure.
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 21, 2006 10:28 PM (4IuF2)
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500K units on the Scoville Scale, at least!
¡Muy caliente!
What's the Methodist take on cooling fans?
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July 19, 2006
I Update My Niece on My Crime-Novel Progress
I'm working with two different crit groups. My regular writing teacher is turning into a Nazi (she must think I need it) and my new "novel teacher" is a Nazi from the get-go. I will either achieve Great Things, or end up as a lampshade.
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Yes, yes, But you don't answer the obvious question:
will the lamp be placed on eBay?
Posted by: I R A Darth Aggie at July 19, 2006 02:15 PM (1hM1d)
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The obvious question to worry about is when they ask "Do you have relatives in the old country?"
Show them your Mutterskreutz and they'll go easier on you.
Posted by: clyde at July 19, 2006 02:37 PM (6m+7s)
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On second thought...I might need to open an e-bay account.
Posted by: clyde at July 19, 2006 02:38 PM (6m+7s)
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And you need this why?
Are we going to have to talk you out of the attic before this is over?
Posted by: Darrell at July 19, 2006 08:21 PM (M+qhU)
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Okay, I withdraw the term "Nazi" and instead use the term Drill Instructor. Someone whose job it is to take a girl and turn her into a Fighting Machine!
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 19, 2006 11:15 PM (4IuF2)
Posted by: Darrell at July 20, 2006 07:41 AM (sUj/P)
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Sir! My outline is finished, Sir!
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 20, 2006 03:28 PM (4IuF2)
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About time!
Now, drop and give me 20!!!
Posted by: Darrell at July 20, 2006 08:17 PM (8/LIw)
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Oh...
And congratulations!
One step closer to perfection...
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July 18, 2006
Do You Suppose Iran Promised
. . . that it wouldn't come in Syria's mouth?
Whaaaaaaaat? I asked a question.
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That's an easy promise to make when they're eyeing the "back door".
Posted by: clyde at July 18, 2006 02:55 AM (6m+7s)
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Like Sandy Berger said "It was an honest mistake."
Posted by: Chuck Simmins at July 19, 2006 11:07 AM (t2RbV)
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My defense stocks are up I am in Orgasm heaven, probably so is Iran and Syria, all betting on this predictible outcome. The white house is orgasmic, cause the press is no longer reporting Iraq or Afghanistan. After six million people are dead, maybe the collective guilt of the world will create a new Israel, supported by the US and full of terrorists.
All in all, a good war with a win-win for all.
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July 17, 2006
"Bekaa Valley 26809,
I used to call that number all the time,
But the last time that I called it, you hung up cryin'."
—with apologies to David Cassidy and the entire Partridge Family
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"And Then She Got Really Angry."
Well now, I knew this girl. It's true she had read
Sophocles in a fairly good translation
And caught that bitter allusion to the sea,
But all the time he was talking she had in mind
The notion of what his whiskers would feel like
On the back of her neck . . . ."
From "The Dover Bitch," by Anthony Hecht—in which Matthew Arnold doesn't really come off all that well if you want to know the truth about it
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July 16, 2006
Kinky Omelet Variations
Martin G. used to add two teaspoons of flour to the eggs, and then strain the egg mixture. That would remove some of the white, along with any unblended flour. His family insisted that this made the final product, technically, a crepe.
Zora used to whip up the eggs, so that they'd almost get fluffy--notwithstanding the presence of yolk--and then put in some Worchestershire sauce. Since she claimed to be vegetarian, I always allowed myself to believe the Worchestershire sauce was vegetarian, and was free of anchovies. Of course, I might have been wrong.
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Sean's Got Video
. . . of Malkin attempting the
Cindy Sheehan fast. Rugged; very rugged.
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Harrell Notes
. . . that the people at A.N.S.W.E.R. are
not asleep at the switch!
No, sirree: they're having an "emergency march." In a month.
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What I Do on Those Occasions When Women Seem to Really Fucking Hate Me.
Option 1: I try to have compassion for them.
Option 2: With every action I take, I assert the notion that I'm smarter than they are, and better-looking. That both men and women desire me beyond all belief. That I'm creative, and that my erstwhile blue-collar family has managed to put together a shitload of money.
As I get older, I seem to be able to take the high road more and more. But I don't do it every time.
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compassion is overrated.
much overrated.
Posted by: tommy at July 16, 2006 07:07 PM (QNTS5)
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Or just enjoy the moment ;-)
Maybe stem cell transplants can one day help with that contentment gene. I'm sure our National Health Plan will cover it by then...
Posted by: Darrell at July 16, 2006 08:44 PM (4oLzJ)
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The High Road is the one less traveled.
Posted by: clyde at July 17, 2006 10:48 AM (6m+7s)
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Always. Thank you, Mr. Frost.
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 17, 2006 09:45 PM (4IuF2)
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How did you recognize me behind my pseudonym? Maybe I'd better change it to something a little more obfuscating, like "Cold Feet". That works. Now, where are those wool socks....
Posted by: clyde at July 18, 2006 02:58 AM (6m+7s)
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The Importance of Making Omelets.
Now that I've developed an omelet filling that we all three (mother, husband and self) can live with, it might be time to stop making them in sequence. With a MoFo twelve-inch omelet pan, I could simply produce one really butch omelet.
Though it might be a challenge to turn it. And there is the margarine vs. butter debate. (That one is solvable: I'll use olive oil. Healthier that way, anyway.)
Good food is such a fundamental pleasure in life. I'm glad my first few boyfriends taught me to cook.
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Do you incorporate your ingredients into the egg mixture? Or do you leave them to sit like sailors on the flotsam on the yellow sea? The answer divides humanity into two distinct groups. I know the correct version is to let them sit. But sometimes the correct way is not the best way.
Use olive oil to cook and moisten with butter as you serve it. Life is about co....mpromise. In some instances...
(I had to break the above word with periods because it was scanned as a url with 'about" by your system--hilarious!)
Posted by: Darrell at July 16, 2006 08:37 PM (4oLzJ)
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I'm afraid I prefer to have my filling be filling, and the omelet skin be omelet skin. I personally love to melt cheese on top of the yellow sea, but the husband doesn't like that, so I'm doing it less often these days.
Plenty of black pepper, and salt nearby on the table. Mushrooms should be present. Onions must be present.
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Onion must ALWAYS be present.
I'm awful with eggs. Fuss fuss fuss. I want them with no moist egg bits but also no browned bits. At all. And some people have that touch and some don't. I don't.
I also have LOTS of trouble turning it over. For my own egg needs, the ideal way is to pour in the eggs, let them set enough to flip, and flip the whole thing over like a pancake. Then I lay the cheese on right away, since that part was just sitting against the pan and is very hot and will MEILT that cheese. Then go the on-yums (previously browned) and whatever else I wanted in there.
The folding part I'm usually ok with. But by then my nice neat omelet is all busted up and twisted anyway so it doesn't matter.
Walter, who dislikes cooking but knows a great deal about it, makes fabulous eggs. Fluffy, light, perfectly cooked. He doesn't mind if any other ingredients are mixed in or folded. To me, once you mix them in, it's scrambled rather than omelet. Not that I mind, it's just a distinctly different dish.
Imagine my surprise when I realized I love frittatas! Because they're BROWNED eggs! Then, of course, it hit me that so is egg foo yung, so why was I surprised?
Hmmm. Think you could talk them into a compromise frittata?
Posted by: k at July 17, 2006 07:27 AM (wZLWV)
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Incorporating the ingredients into the omelet doesn't result in scrambled eggs! Not unless you wind up with a panfull of clumps. If you do it right, you wind up with one homogeneous omelet--an object of absolute perfection. Risen slightly, over two-inches thick, with a moist center....Mmmmm! Incorporate 1/4-inch butter pieces in the mixture, or non-salty cheese bits and you have something quite remarkable! And no part of it should ever be browned! Save that for the edges of sunny-side-up eggs! In parts of Switzerland, they have a regular little performance art ceremony that goes with the making of the omelet. Teenage boys with shiny copper bowls whisk the eggs for five minutes, playing out various rhythms with their whisks against the bowls. Teenage girls with copper pan on long handles, cook your omelet over a roaring wood fire with a continuous back-and-forth motion. The result: A three-inch thick omelet of absolute perfection--with a floor show to boot! And never a burnt spot!
If the omelet can open up and the ingredients can spill out, I want no part of it! Seems to me to be perfect for the control freaks among us though since you can pick out what they choose...Relationships are based on trust, though. And as the chef, don't you already have complete control over what goes into it?
Posted by: Darrell at July 17, 2006 12:04 PM (RLWCI)
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I always like my eggs browned.
I notice that nobody has mentioned the secret ingrediant of fluffy eggs, water. Never ever substitute milk for water.
Posted by: Jack at July 17, 2006 04:55 PM (kG+Aj)
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I dunno, Darrell: the Swiss-style omelets almost sound too big for me to finish. But I bet it'd be fun to try one. What do they put in those things? Do you get to choose, or do they pick the ingredients?
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You could always share;-) With your travel party, of course.
You choose: They are made to order. But the 'usual' is Italian parsley, chives and chervil, I think. Europeans! I think I ordered a Denver omelet. I didn't want anyone to think I was sensitive to the fact that they didn't know what I was talking about.
Posted by: Darrell at July 18, 2006 07:20 PM (f1ul+)
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To be fair, I've been told that what I witnessed was just an imitation of the show they put on at the Hotel la Mere Poulard in Mont Saint Michel, Normandy. They have a few tiny pictures here-- http://www.mere-poulard.com/restaurant.asp The Swiss omelet was a similar size so you can judge for yourself.
Feel free to look around, or maybe book a room. It doesn't hurt to start spending your book royalties now. If you include some slurs about the Patriot Act, et al, you could even buy the place(I read a book review Sunday where such a slur was included in a slice-of-life book about the 80's.) We will forgive you. But only if you have lots of pie 'scenes' and maybe some pie sex.
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Say what you will about whores the French are when it comes to nuclear material; they can do things with eggs that mere culinary mortals only dream about.
I happen to like baked eggs. I've thought of learning to make 'em myself, but I don't know if that would make them less special . . .
I have no comment to make on "pie sex," since there are myriad directions I could go with it, and I'm paralyzed by the endless possibilities.
Posted by: Attila Girl at July 18, 2006 08:22 PM (4IuF2)
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Beloved Palestinians: Shhh.
Youssef Ibrahim has some mighty
tough love for his Arab brothers:
. . . Your leaders have wasted three generations trying to fight for Palestine, but the truth is the Palestine you could have had in 1948 is much bigger than the one you could have had in 1967, which in turn is much bigger than what you may have to settle for now or in another 10 years. Struggle means less land and more misery . . .
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Smart Guy, didn\'t publish his pic with the article.
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