Today I learned that Thanksgiving leftovers can be revived after three months in the refrigerator.
First, eliminate the odor with a few quick shots of bleach. The bleach also replaces some of the moisture the leftovers had lost and it kills any mold that might have found a home on your bird. Remove the dead mold with a butter knife.
After performing this basic cleaning, you must decide upon an appropriate recipient for your newly rediscovered culinary delight as well as an appropriate receptacle to ship it in. I recommend a large Ziploc bag placed inside a cardboard box. However, you must include something else inside the box to prevent dogs or other nearby animals from tearing open the package and stealing the loot. I’d suggest spraying the entire box with Axe; that stuff will keep anything but teenagers away.
And now for the new, proud owner of Frankenturkey. I do not recommend any occupant of the White House or Capitol Hill because all that Axe on the box might get you accused of trying to poison a politician. That’s terrorism, perhaps. Instead, I recommend your closest vegetarian friend; since the turkey no longer resembles a meat product, your friend will never know what you fed them.
If it looks like tofu and smells like tofu, it can’t be a Frankenturkey.
– Epitaph on friend’s grave
After the funeral, your refrigerator will hug you; it’s his friendship that matters most in your life. Go out and buy your fridge some new bling.
Because I’m bilingual and have a Ph.D., I usually don’t like to criticize people who use “fancy schmancy” vocabulary; after all, I happen to be one of those people.
Nevertheless, one can misuse sophisticated vocabulary and use (or mandate the use of) intelligent-sounding foreign terms when no need exists for it.
That said, I’d like to introduce you to the cooking term “mise en place.” In English, this translates loosely as “gather all your shit before you start.” Something so simple and helpful and obvious shouldn’t sound so daunting.
Obvious means obvious. If you’re making tacos for your family, this means getting all of your ingredients in one place before you cook. It also means frying the meat and grating the cheese (etc.) before you begin constructing the tacos.
On the other hand, I suppose you could grab your taco shell, then pull your meat from the refrigerator, then cook the meat, then put the meat in the taco shell, then locate and grate your cheese, then realize you forgot lettuce at the grocery store, then chop lettuce when you return from your emergency shopping trip, then find your sour cream, then smell your sour cream to make sure it isn’t expired, then realize that it is expired, then feed it to your cat, then eat the soggy lukewarm taco that has been waiting for you all this time.
“Gathering all your shit before you start” is also useful if you’re hosting a party and plan to play bartender. (Photo credit: Tannaz)
The holiday season has arrived and people in the U.S. will be heading to the malls to shop and shop and shop for all sorts of garbage today. With that in mind, I think we should all step back and think about what’s really important.
I would like to do my patriotic duty and wish everyone a happy Turkey Day.
This photo came from the CIA, so it must be patriotic.
On this most Turkish of American holidays, I’d like to encourage everyone to take a moment and enjoy a nice tasty doner kebap.
Blogger’s note: If this isn’t what you mean by Turkey Day, call the holiday by its real name so you can remember the day’s real purpose. On the other hand, I suppose we can all take a moment to be thankful for the availability of doner kebap and other ethnic foods in the US, all being sold together peacefully without obnoxious Black Friday promotions.
It’s the little things that matter. Happy Turkey Day.
I was at the grocery store last week because I needed some lime juice for the “nonalcoholic beverage that can be mentioned online.”
This was on sale, so I bought it:
Let us drink, let us drink. (Limeade, of course!)
I love Italy and I love Italian food. Most people seem to love Italian food and the Mafia. We can talk about the Mafia now because this is obviously Sicilian lime juice and we all know that the Mafia runs all the businesses over there.
And as you can see, the Mafia even imports its lime juice from Peru. Don’t get me wrong, now. The juice was excellent and I’ve heard good things about Peru. I just doubt that the Mafia is unethical enough to deceive consumers with a geographically inaccurate brand name.
Never underestimate the deliciousness of random body parts. (Photo credit: Wally Gobetz)
They were irony
and very tasty.
had challenged me
to iron something,
for our date that evening.
I put the iron
and she was not amused.
to teach me a lesson.
Sorry. You came to the wrong place if you were expecting a post about Spongebob brand baby carrots. Like Spongebob, those carrots are supposed to be presumably harmless to the at-least-semi-average human of youthful age.
Instead, I’d like to chat about other foods that children don’t usually like. For example, chilies. Here in the non-southwestern US, folks have a tendency to use fewer ingredients that impart a noticeably strong flavor and/or punishment to their tongues. Needless to say, chilies are a tougher sell in this climate than in others, especially to kids who don’t want to eat anything that doesn’t contain chocolate or breast milk.
And so some brilliant nomenclaturist discovered the world’s hottest chili. It is around 250 times hotter than a jalapeno, which puts it a lot closer to pepper spray than to anything you normally put in your mouth on purpose.
Seriously, I’m not joking.
Food heat is measured in scoville units. Jalapenos range from 2,500 to 5,000 Scoville units. Pepper spray is two million Scoville units. This chili weighs in at one million.
And they decided to call it a “ghost chili.” Does that sound like something your child would pick up in the store and bite into because it sounds cool?
I thought so. On the other hand, maybe that will teach them a very important lesson. For example, they can learn to avoid vegetables.
With apologies for the bad pun, the resulting tongue damage is why the younger generation has such bad taste. It’s not Bieber’s fault for once.
Once upon a time, a wicked criminal stole a loaf of bread to fill his family’s stomachs.
Is this worth going to jail and besmirching your honor for? (Photo credit: David Monniaux)
The arrogant and self-centered thief failed to look beyond his own desires. The shop owner needed to sell that bread for a profit to feed his own family. Unfortunately, no one feels sad for a capitalist.
Moreover, the shop in question was Le Subway Cafe. Therefore, our thief deserves even less sympathy. Ask not what the restaurant chain puts in its bread or whether our thief might not also be guilty of attempting to poison his family.