Walking I get. But power walking? Why not just run for a shorter time?

Angel ,'Time Bomb'


Natter 53: We could just avoid making tortured puns  

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.


Sue - Sep 10, 2007 6:06:44 pm PDT #9578 of 10001
hip deep in pie

Corddry!!


Matt the Bruins fan - Sep 10, 2007 6:19:43 pm PDT #9579 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

I slice them very thin, dip them in milk and then seasoned yellow cornmeal (it can be as simple as salt and pepper, or you can mix in brown sugar, chili powder, and/or any spice you like), and then fry them over medium heat for about 7-8 minutes per side until they're dark brown and very crispy. I dry them out on a paper towel so the excess oil doesn't get absorbed.


Zenkitty - Sep 10, 2007 6:23:54 pm PDT #9580 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

My grandmother used to fry everything in lard. Or bacon grease she collected from frying bacon and kept in a highly unsanitary crock jar on the stove. Fry it! Fry it in lard!


bon bon - Sep 10, 2007 6:24:46 pm PDT #9581 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

That sounds fantastic. I think that shall be dinner tomorrow.


Vortex - Sep 10, 2007 6:25:29 pm PDT #9582 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

My grandmother used to fry everything in lard. Or bacon grease she collected from frying bacon and kept in a highly unsanitary crock jar on the stove. Fry it! Fry it in lard!

zenkitty is my new favorite person.


bon bon - Sep 10, 2007 6:30:34 pm PDT #9583 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

I have chicken fat in the fridge. Maybe I use that.

Watching Michael Gambon driving a subcompact flat-out on BBCA. Sometimes the Brits are weird and wonderful.


Pix - Sep 10, 2007 6:33:59 pm PDT #9584 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Can you wear red without washing out? if not, then no. That's my winter test. My fall test is the ability to wear orange without looking outrageous. I have no test for spring or summers.

My mother used to do color testing. Little gatherings. Tupperware parties for the '80s, I guess. Anyway, the first test was warm/cool (which looks better, gold or silver?). Warm = autumn or spring. Cool = winter or summer. Deep jewel tones like a rich red, deep blue, dark green, etc. = winter. Deep fall tones like oranges, bright yellows, dark lime green, etc. = autumn. Pastel or pale (but blue-toned) colors like light pinks, light blues, mint greens, violets, etc. = summer. Pale autumn colors like peaches, lime greens, light orangey yellows, etc. = spring.

This is the useless knowledge my mother's brief foray into makeovers has left me with.


Vortex - Sep 10, 2007 6:47:19 pm PDT #9585 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I have chicken fat in the fridge. Maybe I use that.

I always mix animal fats (schmaltz, bacon fat), with other fats like canola or peanut oil. Lets you fry at a highter temp, but still adds flavor.


billytea - Sep 10, 2007 6:47:20 pm PDT #9586 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Did you know that underneath their clothing the entire population of the world is walking around completely naked?

Kristin, I would just like to assure you that under my clothing I do not have the entire population of the world walking around completely naked.


bon bon - Sep 10, 2007 6:50:39 pm PDT #9587 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

Oooh, that's a good idea re: the chicken fat.

Jeremy Clarkson is texting Kristin Scott Thomas about whether the Peugeot is actually cool. I am still surprised at how popular this car show is in Blighty.