Stepped outside to set off some fireworks with the neighbors, and stepped back inside a little drunk. Gotta love Germany. Nothing done without a whole lotta beer. Happy New Years, all!
Just finished a delicious meal of roast loin of pork, cooked in a simmering pan of carrots, onions and fennel. Along with fresh bread and a sliced potato dish, it was the perfect repast. Now I'm eating homemade peanut brittle for dessert. Life is good.
I'm trying to make my own stuffed jalapenos. Or that's the most interesting thing anyway. The trick is I'm trying bake rather than fry them. Not sure how it'll come out, sometimes I can get this to work sometimes not so much.
English used to be a fairly gender-neutral language until the hyper-feminists got ahold of it. You could count the number of gender specific declensions on two hands: blonde and brunette and a handful of other adjectives, then priestess, waitress, and actress pretty much finish of occupational nouns. A female writer is still a writer, etc. But now there's spokeswomen, chairwomen, and on and on. My mom calls herself a businessman, though, which I find charming.
Reminds me of the (Twain?) quote: "In Germany, vegetables have sex but women don't."
Oh, and I tend to throw up a little in my mouth when people use "s/he" as a pronoun. Get a fucking life, freshman...freshwoman.
I'll be laying low. The pickup-truckers and shit-kickers raise hell around here, come midnight. Bad time for their girlfriends too, they never see it coming; black eyes, broken bones - after the case of beer, random gunfire, and impromptu dog fights.
The week off allowed me to get to the gym everyday. It may have been a bit too much - not sure I'll even make it to 10. Tomorrow's the big day, anyway.
Tonight is an ending; tonight is a beginning. Bid farewell to the old and welcome in the new in your own way. The best to everyone in 2011!
Just polished off a nice roast chicken, but the real highlights were sweet potatos glazed with a tangerine/ginger reduction and a garden fresh salad dressed with a prickly pear fruit vinagrette.
...Christ Almighty...Ann asked what you are eating, not your friggin' opinions about the graphic...i'm eating 3 roasted chicken thighs, some garlic roasted potatoes, and some green beans... on top of 3 or 4 glasses of good bourbon...so there...
We split and stacked 2 cords of wood today...so I won't make it to midnight either.
We made pizza for dinner...mine was perfection...thin crust, fresh mozzarella, dry coppa, and fresh basil.
A suggestion for Meade.
Before serving, put a big handful of arugula lightly dressed with lemon vinaigrette and a few Parmigiano curls on the hot pizza; a delicious contrast of texture.
Now I'm enjoying a slice of persimmon pudding before hopping into a nice hot tub.
English used to be a fairly gender-neutral language until the hyper-feminists got ahold of it. You could count the number of gender specific declensions on two hands: blonde and brunette and a handful of other adjectives, then priestess, waitress, and actress pretty much finish of occupational nouns. A female writer is still a writer, etc. But now there's spokeswomen, chairwomen, and on and on. My mom calls herself a businessman, though, which I find charming.
We inherited a lot from the Greeks and Romans, too: executrix, aviatrix, etc.
Chairwoman, etc., was always there, it just didn't get used much. It the gender-neutral, chairperson, that makes me ill.
Deb said...
I don't know why but it reminds me of this.
As for me, it's old movies and Nyquil, as I suffer through day 7 of a head cold.
First, you have excellent taste in music, ma'am. Chuck's much better than that tone-deaf guy from Hibbing MN. /ducks
Second, you sound like you have what The Blonde's got. Add a comment when you start to feel better. I'd like to know how long this is going to last.
Just polished off a nice roast chicken, but the real highlights were sweet potatos glazed with a tangerine/ginger reduction
Hmm...reduced from what? ;-)
At Casa de Kev, the meal was P.F. Chang's Shrimp in a Garlic Sauce (from the grocery store, not the restaurant) on brown rice--good stuff! I'm not a champagne drinker, so midnight could well be rung in with a Shiner Bock. And tomorrow will include the traditional Southern good-luck dish of black-eyed peas.
We had the sinus cold/slime monster last month. It takes about two weeks for it to clear and I didn't feel 100% for almost a month and I'm pretty healthy.
I bought a small party favor pack at Target for the family, and I had to show ID. Because it had four of those little pull string poppers with streamers in them, I was told.
I wonder how old you must be to buy children's party favors. I should have asked.
Happy New Year! It's not official here for another 47 minutes, but I'm going to bed. We celebrated with the kids at 8:00.
140 tulip bulbs made it in the ground today, during an warm spell of 56 degree weather, with snow and temps of 25 forecast for Sunday. A lucky break and a hopeful way to start the New Year.
Dinner was steak and garlic shrimp, followed by our favorite game, Carcassone. Pull string party poppers here too.
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o' er vales and Hills. When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of goden daffodils:
Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in a never-ending line Along thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing thier in sprightly dance.
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Stepped outside to set off some fireworks with the neighbors, and stepped back inside a little drunk. Gotta love Germany. Nothing done without a whole lotta beer. Happy New Years, all!
Grille is the feminine of grill.
It's like blonde, which is inflected for gender.
There's another word inflected in English too but I forget what it is. Brunette maybe.
Great photo! It's hopping with Americana!
Tonight I'm cooking up DiGiorno for two, if you get my meaning.
The Blonde has a grand little sinus infection, courtesy of her great-niece, and she says I'll have it by morning, so that's what we're cooking up.
Forget House. She can look at you or, in some cases, smell you and tell what's wrong.
rhhardin said...
Grille is the feminine of grill.
It's like blonde, which is inflected for gender.
There's another word inflected in English too but I forget what it is. Brunette maybe.
Quite so. Brunet is the masculine.
Just finished a delicious meal of roast loin of pork, cooked in a simmering pan of carrots, onions and fennel. Along with fresh bread and a sliced potato dish, it was the perfect repast. Now I'm eating homemade peanut brittle for dessert. Life is good.
Mr. Irene is cooking Pumpkin Risotto!!
Nice photo. It reminds me of that Edward Hopper painting.
Darn, memory failed. Had to Google the name. "Night Hawks."
I'm trying to make my own stuffed jalapenos. Or that's the most interesting thing anyway. The trick is I'm trying bake rather than fry them. Not sure how it'll come out, sometimes I can get this to work sometimes not so much.
English used to be a fairly gender-neutral language until the hyper-feminists got ahold of it. You could count the number of gender specific declensions on two hands: blonde and brunette and a handful of other adjectives, then priestess, waitress, and actress pretty much finish of occupational nouns. A female writer is still a writer, etc. But now there's spokeswomen, chairwomen, and on and on. My mom calls herself a businessman, though, which I find charming.
Reminds me of the (Twain?) quote: "In Germany, vegetables have sex but women don't."
Oh, and I tend to throw up a little in my mouth when people use "s/he" as a pronoun. Get a fucking life, freshman...freshwoman.
Wishing everyone a most Happy New Year! Hope your 2011 is a fantastic year, filled with joy, peace, success and beauty.
Dave, not sure, but the trick may be to dry the jalapenos before battering them.
Paging Dr. Ahoy...
...or in your case, baking them.
Why does grill need a feminine, please?
I'll be laying low. The pickup-truckers and shit-kickers raise hell around here, come midnight. Bad time for their girlfriends too, they never see it coming; black eyes, broken bones - after the case of beer, random gunfire, and impromptu dog fights.
The week off allowed me to get to the gym everyday. It may have been a bit too much - not sure I'll even make it to 10. Tomorrow's the big day, anyway.
Tonight is an ending; tonight is a beginning. Bid farewell to the old and welcome in the new in your own way. The best to everyone in 2011!
Just had lovely chicken and shrimp stir fry. Looks like working off dinner withy new Kinect and in bed by 10:30 (as usual).
Happy New Year to the Althouse crew.
Kinect cheats (or my table tennis skills have slipped in the last 30 years).
I don't know why but it reminds me of this.
As for me, it's old movies and Nyquil, as I suffer through day 7 of a head cold.
Just polished off a nice roast chicken, but the real highlights were sweet potatos glazed with a tangerine/ginger reduction and a garden fresh salad dressed with a prickly pear fruit vinagrette.
Smoked a chunk of brisket in my stovetop smoker. Amazing! Had that earlier. Laid in some pork lo mein for later after the ball drops.
Rock Cornish Game Hens with a hot wild rice side dish. Badger hockey for dessert.
...Christ Almighty...Ann asked what you are eating, not your friggin' opinions about the graphic...i'm eating 3 roasted chicken thighs, some garlic roasted potatoes, and some green beans... on top of 3 or 4 glasses of good bourbon...so there...
Why does grill need a feminine, please?
Must be for the same reason that the Australians call it a Barbie.
Hee-hee, PZ.
I went to the Log Cabin in Baraboo Wisconsin with my parents and their friends.
I was the driver.
It was very foggy and I hate those windy country roads.
Give me a bumper to bumper city road anyday.
I had an egg and a salad.
I love watching puppies be born.
I'm having a nice steaming bowl of homemade chili con carne......it's a family tradition for New Year's Eve.
Out of curiosity, how many West Coasters celebrate New Year's at 9:00PM with the East Coast and then head to bed?
We split and stacked 2 cords of wood today...so I won't make it to midnight either.
We made pizza for dinner...mine was perfection...thin crust, fresh mozzarella, dry coppa, and fresh basil.
A suggestion for Meade.
Before serving, put a big handful of arugula lightly dressed with lemon vinaigrette and a few Parmigiano curls on the hot pizza; a delicious contrast of texture.
Now I'm enjoying a slice of persimmon pudding before hopping into a nice hot tub.
Coketown said...
English used to be a fairly gender-neutral language until the hyper-feminists got ahold of it. You could count the number of gender specific declensions on two hands: blonde and brunette and a handful of other adjectives, then priestess, waitress, and actress pretty much finish of occupational nouns. A female writer is still a writer, etc. But now there's spokeswomen, chairwomen, and on and on. My mom calls herself a businessman, though, which I find charming.
We inherited a lot from the Greeks and Romans, too: executrix, aviatrix, etc.
Chairwoman, etc., was always there, it just didn't get used much. It the gender-neutral, chairperson, that makes me ill.
Deb said...
I don't know why but it reminds me of this.
As for me, it's old movies and Nyquil, as I suffer through day 7 of a head cold.
First, you have excellent taste in music, ma'am. Chuck's much better than that tone-deaf guy from Hibbing MN.
/ducks
Second, you sound like you have what The Blonde's got. Add a comment when you start to feel better. I'd like to know how long this is going to last.
Just polished off a nice roast chicken, but the real highlights were sweet potatos glazed with a tangerine/ginger reduction
Hmm...reduced from what? ;-)
At Casa de Kev, the meal was P.F. Chang's Shrimp in a Garlic Sauce (from the grocery store, not the restaurant) on brown rice--good stuff! I'm not a champagne drinker, so midnight could well be rung in with a Shiner Bock. And tomorrow will include the traditional Southern good-luck dish of black-eyed peas.
@edutcher & Deb
We had the sinus cold/slime monster last month. It takes about two weeks for it to clear and I didn't feel 100% for almost a month and I'm pretty healthy.
Our ENT suggested nasal lavage with saline solution. It was helpful for a few hours, especially in the morning.
The only thing that really worked on the congestion and drainage was Zyrtex-D.
Hope The Blonde and Deb feel better real soon.
Oh...it's very contagious...you'll have it tomorrow.
I bought a small party favor pack at Target for the family, and I had to show ID. Because it had four of those little pull string poppers with streamers in them, I was told.
I wonder how old you must be to buy children's party favors. I should have asked.
Happy New Year! It's not official here for another 47 minutes, but I'm going to bed. We celebrated with the kids at 8:00.
Wanna see sumpin? That was the test for this.
All the wonderful careful culinary delights you mention tonight cheer me greatly.
140 tulip bulbs made it in the ground today, during an warm spell of 56 degree weather, with snow and temps of 25 forecast for Sunday. A lucky break and a hopeful way to start the New Year.
Dinner was steak and garlic shrimp, followed by our favorite game, Carcassone. Pull string party poppers here too.
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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o' er vales and Hills.
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of goden daffodils:
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in a never-ending line
Along thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing thier in sprightly dance.
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