• 635 is shambolic was was + Yanquis

    From MICHAEL LOO@1:123/140 to RUTH HANSCHKA on Thursday, July 04, 2019 12:57:18
    Didn't put me out of my misery, though.
    Drowned it in sour cream first?
    That might get rid of one kind of misery, but, as
    with many such extreme measures, would cause other
    kinds of misery later.
    No doubt.

    I speak from experience. Coincidentally, I just
    walked past a restaurant where I had one of the
    best Stroganoffs I'd ever had. I think it was, in
    addition to the plethora of onions, the funkiness
    of the sour cream that made it so good. Yes, I
    suffered afterward.

    Could be worse. You could have one foot ... or three.
    Some days it feels like it!
    Try going on all fours sometime. Knee pads and gloves
    might help if you're hurting. I once climbed the Temple
    Can't. It's not hurting that's the problem, it's the "numb". The
    pain isn't a big deal unless I'm on my hands and knees for any length
    of time. The last time I did that it took a solid month for the pain
    to go away. The pain nerves work just fine.

    The worst of all worlds, eh.

    of the (Sun or Moon, I forget) next to Vaclav Nelhybel,
    whom I idolized not because of his music (which was good)
    but because he had a much younger and more glamorous
    girlfriend, and he went up on all fours at least as fast
    as I could go, and I said, wow, and he said, try it, and
    I did, with some success but perhaps not as much as his.
    He descended on fours, as well, but two of these were
    provided by his lady.
    Hence the hot girlfriend requirement. These days I'd need a
    helicopter.

    And also coincidentally, on the same day I walked
    past a pyramid. You can't land a helicopter on a
    pyramid.

    And generally do, depending on who the designer was and how
    competent.
    Explain giraffes, please.
    Committee designed, filtered through a bad joke generator.

    Well, they're good at necking.

    What's the ailment most feared by giraffes?
    A sore throat.

    I've been within shouting distance of Angela Davis but
    not of Juey Long, who was dead at the time. I have put my
    Did I type that?
    It wasn't me.

    I must have been thinking of the Spanish Huey.

    sort of like what Thomas did.
    Except Huey wasn't in the same league as Thomas's boss.
    I don't think they were much acquainted.
    One could say.

    Put it this way - if there is a Hotzeplotz, Huey
    would be a prime candidate for permanent residency.

    Now that's a name I haven't seen in yoinks. RIP dude.
    He left about the time I arrived.
    Involuntarily.

    Not in both cases.

    Red Sox primarily, but a few Metsies near the New York border. Generally the eastern part of the state are Sox fans and west of
    the River is Yankees. More or less.

    Did you see that Mariano Rivera was the first
    unanimously voted-in member of the Hall of Fame?

    Strange thing is that western Rhode Island has
    major infestations of Yankee fans as well.
    That should be Pawsox territory, but Rhodie being Rhodie you never
    can tell.

    Yeah, it's a confused place. My friend Rosemary is one
    of the few residents of Rhode Island who actually
    resides on an island.

    MMMMM----- Recipe via Meal-Master (tm) v8.00

    Title: Fudge a la Louise
    Categories: Candies, Chocolate, Christmas
    Yield: 6 servings

    4 c Sugar
    3 Squares dark baking
    -chocolate
    1 1/3 c Milk
    2 tb Butter, plus extra for
    -greasing platters
    1 c Chopped nuts
    1 1/3 ts Vanilla

    In a heavy saucepan mix together the sugar, chocolate, and milk.
    Place the pan over high heat and stir constantly until the choclate
    is melted and the sugar is dissolved. Bring to a full boil, and lower
    the heat so the candy continues to boil gently, not vigorously. Stir
    no more. Put a candy thermometer into the center of the mixture and
    cook until the temperature reaches exactly 232 F. Meanwhile, butter a
    large platter (turkey size) and a flat pan about 11 by 13 inches.
    When the fudge reaches 232 F., pour it into the readied platter - do
    not scrape the pan, but let it drip out. Dot with 2 tablespoons
    butter and let the mixture cool until the platter feels cool
    underneath. Add vanilla. Take a large slotted spoon and start to stir
    the liquidy mixture - it will take about 15 or 20 minutes. You will
    see a steady change from dark to light color, from glossy to dull,
    from liquid to solid. When the fudge begins to get dull, add the nuts
    and mix in thoroughly. Put fudge into the large buttered pan and
    press into shape with the flat of your palms. Cut into squares; store
    in airtight container if there's any left.

    From: Steve Herrick Source: [Yankee Magazine - June 1981]

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  • From RUTH HANSCHKA@1:123/140 to MICHAEL LOO on Friday, July 12, 2019 22:27:10
    Didn't put me out of my misery, though.
    Drowned it in sour cream first?
    That might get rid of one kind of misery, but, as
    with many such extreme measures, would cause other
    kinds of misery later.
    No doubt.

    I speak from experience. Coincidentally, I just
    walked past a restaurant where I had one of the
    best Stroganoffs I'd ever had. I think it was, in
    addition to the plethora of onions, the funkiness
    of the sour cream that made it so good. Yes, I
    suffered afterward.

    It does sound good. Or bad, depending on how one looks at it.

    pain isn't a big deal unless I'm on my hands and knees for any
    length
    of time. The last time I did that it took a solid month for the
    pain
    to go away. The pain nerves work just fine.

    The worst of all worlds, eh.

    Pretty much.

    He descended on fours, as well, but two of these were
    provided by his lady.
    Hence the hot girlfriend requirement. These days I'd need a
    helicopter.

    And also coincidentally, on the same day I walked
    past a pyramid. You can't land a helicopter on a
    pyramid.

    No, but you can fly over.

    Explain giraffes, please.
    Committee designed, filtered through a bad joke generator.

    Well, they're good at necking.

    Also a good substitute for scaffolding if you could teach them to
    wash windows.

    I've been within shouting distance of Angela Davis but
    not of Juey Long, who was dead at the time. I have put my
    Did I type that?
    It wasn't me.

    I must have been thinking of the Spanish Huey.

    Or the typoed Huey.

    I don't think they were much acquainted.
    One could say.

    Put it this way - if there is a Hotzeplotz, Huey
    would be a prime candidate for permanent residency.

    Of that I have no doubt. If he could find a way to do the wrong
    thing, he probably did it. If he couldn't think of one, he took it
    as a challenge.

    Now that's a name I haven't seen in yoinks. RIP dude.
    He left about the time I arrived.
    Involuntarily.

    Not in both cases.

    In his case it was cancer, and apparently even less fun than the
    usual.

    of
    the River is Yankees. More or less.

    Did you see that Mariano Rivera was the first
    unanimously voted-in member of the Hall of Fame?

    I remember that happening, and people saying it probably would.

    Strange thing is that western Rhode Island has
    major infestations of Yankee fans as well.
    That should be Pawsox territory, but Rhodie being Rhodie you
    never
    can tell.

    Yeah, it's a confused place. My friend Rosemary is one
    of the few residents of Rhode Island who actually
    resides on an island.

    I think the islands of Rhode Island belong to New York. Now that's confuzzling.
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