I've never had chicken-fried anything that wasn't nasty. What's the definition of the term?
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§ ita § - Jun 22, 2005 11:01:55 am PDT #3779 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
-t - Jun 22, 2005 11:02:16 am PDT #3780 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
"Chicken-fried chicken" never fails to amuse me.
Right there with you. It's funniest when I catch myself using it with no irony.
I've only had venison in forms that make the meat unrecoginizable (sausage and jambalaya (eta: and chili)), so I really don't know if I like it or not.
Jessica - Jun 22, 2005 11:02:25 am PDT #3781 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
There was a letter to the NYTimes food section today from a woman who was deeply offended at their cover picture for last week's goat story. (It was a picture of an amazingly nummy looking goat rib roast with all the trimmings.) How dare they offer up the result of the slaughter of an innocent baby goat (her exact words) for their readers to salivate over?
It had me wondering if she writes in every week, or she honestly never thought about where hamburgers came from.
Beverly - Jun 22, 2005 11:02:32 am PDT #3782 of 10001
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Nutty - Jun 22, 2005 11:03:07 am PDT #3783 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Hey now. The Royals can always know that they swept the Yankees in 2005. That's something to keep for a rainy day.
Also, just think -- the Royals are managed by someone (anyone!) other than Lou Piniella. I don't know a thing about their new manager, except that he is a white man not named Lou Piniella.
Calli - Jun 22, 2005 11:04:26 am PDT #3784 of 10001
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I've had venison sausage. It was too rich for me--and I don't usually have a problem with that sort of thing.
Gudanov - Jun 22, 2005 11:04:39 am PDT #3785 of 10001
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It had me wondering if she writes in every week, or she honestly never thought about where hamburgers came from.
Maybe it just the eating of goats that disturbs her. She might be a nongoatitarian.
-t - Jun 22, 2005 11:05:21 am PDT #3786 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
From, Answers.com:
chick·en-fried
adj.
Coated with batter and seasoned flour and fried: “endless iron skillets overflowing with chicken-fried steak” (Joel Achenbach).
tommyrot - Jun 22, 2005 11:05:24 am PDT #3787 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Maybe her religion believed the goat to be sacred.
Gudanov - Jun 22, 2005 11:06:09 am PDT #3788 of 10001
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I don't know a thing about their new manager, except that he is a white man not named Lou Piniella.
He's Buddy Bell. With a name like that, you pretty much have to be baseball manager.