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IrishAyes

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Gender: Female
Home country: US
Current location: retired to MidWest
Member since: Mon Feb 18, 2013, 09:15 PM
Number of posts: 5,045

About Me

Still an ardent Irish-American Catholic damnYankee Yellow Dog Democrat socialist after all these years. (cue Simon music) Army brat and wife for many years, now have been on the loose far longer than I was married. After my two red chows died, I took in a mini-beagle cross that I named Molly Maguire, thinking she might need a good Irish name like my original real one. Later she got a baby sister, a smooth-coat JRT I named Brigid after the greatest of the ancient Celtic goddesses. My great-grandfather and his son fought for Michael Collins and barely made it out of Ireland one step ahead of John Bull. They slipped over to Wales for new identities and then forward to the States for a fresh start. That makes me second generation of illegal but certainly justified immigrants. There are precious few people to whose defense I fly immediately, but the list includes Hillary Clinton, President Barack Obama even when I disagree with him - it happens! - and living Irish patriots Gerry Adams and Martin \\\'Mind Your Kneecaps\\\' McGuiness. I pray earnestly for a united and free Ireland rescued from all official British occupation, with every square inch of alleged \\\'ancestral lands\\\' now held immorally and illegally by the invaders returned to the rightful owners. Irish-only rule for Ireland. No foreign masters anymore! I find it passing strange when Brits chide ME about \'interfering\' in Irish politics!

Journal Archives

Although now retired, I've had a hodge podge of 'careers'.

As the product of an excellent liberal arts education, both formal and self acquired, I know a lot more about how to live than how to make a living. Early on I acquired an aversion to employers because so many were abusive. At best the formal parameters were too constraining for me to be happy. What I enjoyed most was working (?) in the legit indie film business and raising Egyptian Arabian horses. Nothing matches that.

I've also written and painted a bit. Took out a nursing license as insurance against bad times. Always bought and sold my own real estate until I couldn't afford to rent (still can't). Worked in dot com, and the first big bust after that, I even drove a semi for the shortest length of time possible. Etc. It's really more a question of what have I not done. If not born a few decades too early, I would've tried to be a jockey because I'm crazy about horses and speed and don't really have good sense - all attributes in that field.

Oh, and for a long time in L.A. I filled in the empty spaces as a process server. Nobody ever suspected what I was up to because I'm a 5' tall female who presents soft. On the riskiest runs I sometimes had a friend waiting close by with the car motor running, because I have been chased out of buildings a few times. But that's the thing about short people: we don't usually want to fight, so we'd better be fast on our feet.

Thank you. Let us know how it turns out.

It's really easy to know what flavors go together, and you can wing it from there. And I don't really discount whatever stuck in my subconscious from all that reading and watching true chefs. I just don't remember most of it consciously. There's a good program around noon on NPR weekends, where a caller tells the lady chef what's in their larder and she tells them (and the rest of us) how to use it.

But not in my wildest dreams do I imagine I could get on, much less win the Hell's Kitchen competition. Luckily it doesn't bother me too much because I gave up cable, and the best antenna in the world hardly picks up 2 networks here.

It occurs to me just now that the mango batter might make a good coating for baked fish or meat, too.

Kitchen Adventures

Well, this has aspects of 'Frugal and Energy Efficient Living' in addition to the Cooking forum, and I couldn't quite decide where to drop it. Not the latter because there might be real chefs lurking there and I'm a little afraid of the real McCoy, devoid of proper technique as I am. You see, I'm only an extemporaneous cook who goes by experience and inspiration, and I haven't measured ingredients for nearly 6 decades. During my salad years I devoured cookbooks, watched Julia Child and Graham Kerr (he was my heart throb back then) faithfully, and then proceeded to ignore most of what they had to teach. Or at least set it on its ear.

The reason I'm so full of myself this morning is that my latest kitchen adventure turned out extra well. I batch cook and freeze stuff out of habit, because during my working years I had no other choice. Today it happened to be a cross between bread and cake. When I buy bottles of condiments like barbeque sauce and salad dressings etc., their traditional use never empties the container fast enough to suit me. I don't like anything that's been opened more than a few months ago even when refrigerated.

So this morning I looked at the remains of some mango salad dressing and decided, time to use it up or throw it out. I mixed almond flour,yellow corn meal and sugar with salt, pepper,baking powder and baking soda, and cinnamon. Then I added real vanilla, eggs, milk and butter, plus the remains of the mango salad dressing. Anyone with enough kitchen experience knows how to judge the consistency of batter. Baked two big pans of it, and I swear the result was at least as good as anything I've ever eaten.

I've always found baked goods versatile and forgiving. You can throw all sorts of special ingredients in there and never get bored, seldom disappointed. Often I use beer or nuts or fruit, you name it. If I feel southwestern, I'll add beans, peppers, onions, cooked corn, whatever falls to hand. Anything approaching my personal notion of expiration dates. Since there are no kids around to finger lick the batter bowl, I fill it up with water and give it to the dogs. Don't even have to wipe it out before throwing it in the dishwasher. The bowl, I mean, not the dogs. Best of all, I only have to use paper towels on the baking pans and I'm done with the whole business for several weeks.

Did I mention, I'm incredibly lazy also?

BTW, it occurs to me that a little mango would really taste good in scrambled eggs. I always add vanilla to nearly everything. A friend got mad at me once because I refused to tell her the secret ingredient to what she claimed were the best scrambled eggs she'd ever had. It was a short dash of rum. If you want to add a rum flavor and don't have any, just double the vanilla.

I've seen studies (and personally observed) indicating American men in general

never grow up. As the great blues song went, "I don't need no little boys..." Thank God for the rare exceptions. And don't go accusing me of male bashing either... I like men because I had good brothers and a great father. Operative word, 'men'. Overgrown little boys are not amusing. We have too many of those in Congress.

There are all sorts of ways to turn things back on scammers.

Before DoNotCall, I got a call from a telemarketer who just wouldn't turn loose. I felt a little perverse at the moment, so I strung him along all I could, knowing it would cut into his proftit, maybe keep him away from an easier mark. I use a landline so I don't worry about a caller hacking a cell.

Can you believe the people who'll still send $ to Nigeria????

Amen to that.

Both my present dogs were rescues. Brigid was a little 3-mo-old starveling, half dead when she was brought to me from over 400 miles away by a volunteer relay. She was too weak to walk up my very low front steps to the porch. I just catnapped that night with her on my stomach, and fed her little bits of food every hour or so to prevent overloading. By the next day she could eat all she wanted.

Now at about a year old, she's tall for a JRT and could climb the 4-ft fence around the yard anytime she felt like it. But she prefers to stay home with me and her older little stepsister. No discounts around here, had to pay full price for all her medical needs, but it was CHEAP at the price. Molly Maguire was so lonesome for a playmate; when other dogs passed by she'd look at them longingly, then look at me as if to say, "Mom, I really want one of those!" She guilted me into it, and that was a blessing indeed. They eat and sleep and play together, virtually inseparable.

It's more fun to lead them on before cutting them off at the knees.

Guys are too easy. That's why I don't think most of them should be allowed to vote.

With just any old scam or the same story?

Wow, that looks like a monster hand reaching down to grab somebody.

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