Thought
"During the sixties, I think, people forgot what emotions were supposed to be. And I don't think they every remembered. I think once you see emotions from a certain angle you can never think of them as real again. That's more less what has happened to me." —Andy WarholSearch
Recent Reveries
- Chicken and Pears å la Christopher Walken
- Lucullian Delights—The Slow Life
- As Time Goes By
- Love is patient, love is kind.
- Stalking MySpace—When Cyber-Love Goes Bad
- A Loaf of Bread, a Jug of Wine, and Thou
- Candy's Antipasti
- Two Lambs—Two Recipes
- My First (and Last) Internet Romance—The Email Bride From Hell
- But Your Honor ... It Was Totally Consensual
- The Ten Things You Don't Know About Britney Spears' Vagina
- Rob Says, "Music, Sex, What's The Difference?"
- The Baseball Cap/Premature Ejaculation Connection
- On Sexual Attraction
- Caption Needed
| Two Lambs—Two Recipes |
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| Thursday, 11 January 2007 | |
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Sweet fluffy lambs.
On a recent post celebrating Beethoven's birthday, I mentioned a lamb recipe for the bachelor who wants to impress a woman with his prowess in the kitchen. As we know, skill in the kitchen implies a heightened respect and knowledge of les Plaisirs d'Amour. D'accord. One of our readers requested the recipe. I am including two recipes today. Neither are very demanding, but are delicious, nutritious, and shagalicious. Here is the first:
You will get lucky. (Recipe #2 & story on the flip-fl0p) Fran Ortiz, the gentleman photographer of San Francisco Examiner, gave me the first one. You can read about him in the Beethoven post, but I want to share another anecdote. We were sitting around the M&M one afternoon and the talk had steered away from Beethoven to food. I mentioned a Thanksgiving dinner I had recently cooked, the main course being spit-roasted duck with a brandy-apple-sausage stuffing and a perfect compliment of side dishes. It remains to this day the best meal I've ever had. And as we sat there, sipping our drinks contentedly, I described this meal, finishing with the not-very-well-thought-out remark --It was almost better than sex. And Fran said, gently, but emphatically, --There is nothing better than sex. And looking me right in eye, he said again, --There is nothing better than sex. And he was right. He liked the girls and the girls liked him. I have had some amazing teachers in my life. I am grateful to them all. (saturday night - i can't remember the recipe, so i am going to cook it (once i start it will all come back) so off to store. will finish story and add recipe later. off to the gym and store)
You will also need:
We start by browning the meat. Lamb should be in one inch or so chunks. Feel free to vary, making them larger or smaller as you prefer. Also, feel free to add or subtract to vegetables.
So here is how to cook the stew without the commentary on V for Vendetta ... you will have to watch it while you cook and supply your own. Evey has just been set free in the fake prison with the dummy guards. And is now confronting V. Now Evey says,"God is in the rain," one of many simple truths so eloquently expressed in this fascinating fairy tale.
Serve with brown rice, salad, and baguette.
Lovely! And as I finish this piece, V is doing the MAJOR ass-kicking in the underground tunnel. |
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written by --Y--, February 10, 2008
Well lamb can almost be better than sex, at least it has a higher fat content (well except for those conception episodes.