Dawn ,'The Killer In Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Random question: is there anything you can substitute for Marsala in a recipe? The recipe I'm looking at is a pork and mushroom dealie. I just can't see buying a whole bottle when I want to use a couple of tablespoons.
I'd go with the port, it should work. Chances are it's a bit stronger flavor than marsala, so you might want to use a bit less.
Of what you've got, the port will be the closest (and there's no need to refrigerate port -- the extra alcohol is there to preserve it.)
What amych said, and FWIW the same would be true of the Marsala -- fortified wines are shelf-stable the same as hard liquor. (I use dry vermouth for white wine in recipes all the time for this very reason.)
Jess, dude! At last there's a use for that bottle of vermouth that's been through four of the hub's house-moves!
(srsly - at our last party, we were joking about how vermouth comes out every time and nobody has a martini. I was joking about it being S's dowry, and his BFF was all, "no, it was from the apartment before that... actually, the one before that ...")
Or you could just drink more martinis...
(The vermouth/wine substitution idea came from CI/ATK, naturally. They're so smart.)
I just looked for and found my father's LinkedIn profile. WHY DO I DO THESE THINGS?
(I mean, it's not like it's myspace, but I'm still sitting here thinking "is it weird to send a Friend request to dad? and will he respond with 'you should call home more'...?")
(Now that I think about it, this may militate for more martinis)
Within two seconds, I collapsed to the floor, unable to breathe or indeed do anything except feel intense pain. The ambulance arrived. The police arrived. The journey to the hospital. The attempt to explain to baffled ER staff how something like this could happen. Then I passed out.
I woke up the next morning connected to beeping machines. It turns out that, in accordance with popular belief, you really should not drink liquid nitrogen.
...
I was badly burned from epiglottis to stomach bottom. The gas expanded to fill my chest cavity, and the pressure collapsed a lung. After what I'm told was a grueling all-night surgery, they removed part of my stomach and ran my entire digestive system on a machine. I was on a breather for a day until my lung was restored. There are a few considerably uglier details which I will spare you.
Was his name Fargo?
Was his name Idiot?
It was pretty close to becoming "the late Idiot."
surely a top candidate for the Darwin Awards. or whatever they call the ones that should have killed the person, but they were lucky