As promised for my next journal (and last f00die journal), how NOT to fuck
up dinner.
So, lamb is not a big thing here in So. Cal.
Growing up I can’t really ever remember having it.
In my teen years I think maybe I tried it once but don’t really recall it
and probably didn’t like it because most likely it was some cheap cut and
cooked all wrong anyway.
So the years have passed and I go lambless for all of them until one day,
there in the frozen section at one of my fav stores, is this package of
meat that I’m not really familiar with. I stare at it befuddled wondering
what it might taste like.
I figured, what the hell, we should give it a try.
So I bought that expensive little bitch, brought it home, cooked it up
(keeping it simple), cut it up, plated it, then chomped down on one of the
little meaty morsels and BAM! It’s like a party in my mouth! This shit is
great!
I plow on through the meal sucking every last bit of meat off the bones
like my very life depended upon it. Then I licked my plate and fingers
clean trying to get every last drop of juicy lamb g00dness I could off of
them.
When I was finished and sitting there with my chin all shiny from the
grease and juices dripping from it, I was dumbfounded as to why this
succulent little creature had never passed my lips before and then was
depressed about all the years that have gone by without me knowing the
greatness of Mary’s Little Lamb.
But then I had a moment of clarity! I became focused! Because I then
realized who was responsible for my having been deprived of such a fine
meal for all these years!
I immediately grabbed the phone and dialed a number from memory without
even having to look at the key pad. After the second ring…
“Hello?”
“Mom?”
“Oh yes, hello dear…”
“YOU BITCH!”
That was about two years a go now. She has since forgiven me but
unfortunately, she still refuses to cook lamb, thus leaving me to fend for
myself in this arena.
So now I present to you a meal I didn’t burn to a fucking crisp, French Rack-0-Lamb for Two baaa baaa
Uhhhh… wait, I need a drink first.
Season that bitch up!
Slap on some tasty shit to make a crust, Dijon mustard with horseradish.
Trust me on this, it works!
L00ks g00d enough to eat right now!
Some New Potatoes with veggies for a side dish.
Everything goes g00d with chez. This is going to be baked onto the taters
and vegs. (Along with other secret ingredients.)
Mushroom gravy. There was more but I ate it with a spoon.
Can't forget the vino! Tonights choice is...
Pop it all into the oven along with a couple of biscuits and just a few
minutes later, voilà!
This picture speaks for itself.
I luv chez!
And that is that, dinner is served.
And just in case you're wondering, yes, this meal can and will get you
laid. CHEERS!
The related:
Mary no longer has any little lambs, so she now goes by Mary Jane and grows
the hemp instead.
posted by brownmullet on Tuesday 11th September 2007, 16:49:09
Not that you will really care but I'm not married and I also have
been a better cook than any of the woman that I've been with.
It stems from my mother not knowing how to cook shit so I started
doing it myself at an early age. My skiils surpassed hers by the time
I was 12 yrs. old.
Jackaroo.2 (64.183.78.*) on Tuesday 11th September 2007, 17:21:10 (#55603)
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like that brand of frozen veggies, just don't overcook. time to move
on to lamb-shank, prep it like you would prime-rib, broil @ 500 for about
20 min then down to 325 for 20min per pound of meat. you know my mum?
Bush is God (142.162.93.*) on Tuesday 11th September 2007, 18:47:30 (#55613)
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something i haven't had in a while, i got a new crew to try it out on
i know they'll love the veggie dish when i marinade the veggies and
bake it in individual ramekin dishes
i usually use brown sugar and cloves with my mustard crusts, but hey, i
have lots of horseradish i've been looking for a new recipe to use in
Yeah, I tried that whole mint thing a couple of times. I don't
get it. It's like chewing some Doublemint gum or something, then
spitting it out to eat some lamb, then popping in another fresh piece
of gum. Wierd.
You must be using the wrong sauce. Mint is good when there's
huge great chunks of meat to sink your teeth into, rather than
something like ribs.
It's VERY easy to over-do it with mint sauce or jelly,
though, that's what puts a few people off.
i find that bourbon doesn't mix well with anything. i like doing shots
of bourbon though becasue even though it tastes like cinnimin &
gasoline it doesn't leave a bad taste in your mouth. im sorry did I
completely miss the point of this journal entry?
So glad you didn't over cook it !!...if you seal it on a hot plate or
hot fry pan first , its even better. Leave the fat on, adds to the flavor.
In Auss Standard Cuisine...Sheep Country. I agree with Mr B....No Mint
Sauce...going to the butcher now ..See Ya !
Lamb cooked to perfection,red wine and cheese with the veg!!!! If that
didnt get you your dick sucked its time to break out the rape kit.Great
jurno BM.
Lamb curry? Oh yeah, I think I could get into that. That would be a
new one for me. I love curry. There’s a Thai place done the street
from my house that I like to get grub from. They have all kinds of
different types of curries made with different foods added to them.
Yellow, green and red curry, pork, beef, chicken or seafood, but no
lamb.
Guess I’ll have to make it myself!
i'm not much for thai - too much coconut used in it, which
makes me puke, lamb curry is nice - it makes a nice spicey/sweet
curry which is tasty and doesn't blow your head off :)
Tuco (84.58.200.*) on Wednesday 12th September 2007, 13:45:11 (#55667)
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pfft one boring journal after another...is this a cooking site now? no1
cares what the fuck ur eating...ooohhh LOOK that dressy wine!!++++ (pic
stolen anyway...)
You've had to where a helmet all your life, huh?
And you tell all your wannabe friends, "I'm
special."
That’s because that's all you've ever heard your whole
miserably pathetic life.
"Whuds wong wid me mommy?"
"Nothing honey, you're just… special. Mommy's
extra special widdle boy."
"I wubs’dew mommy."
*wipes drool off chin*
Tuco (84.58.200.*) on Wednesday 12th September 2007, 16:36:10 (#55674)
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at least i'm not such a loser like u who eats excrements all
alone...no wife except ur mom xD desolate with ur stolen wine and
ur tears...crying every night to sleep hrhr
At least? So you are admitting that I was correct
about you.
See, I’m good like that. I can usually spot a retard within
his first sentence.
TIM'MEH!!!
I already fucked your
ass raw & you still haven't had enough? (I'm impressed
at your endurance though. Most fucktards like you don't last as long.
Sore yet?)
Try upping the dose on the meds, man. You're
trippin' hard & making yourself look like a complete waste of
DNA...
Listen up limpdick. Get this through your thick skull.
Signing up here & getting access to our depraved
world doesn't give you license to be a complete cunt.
Hiding behind your internet persona & slinging shit
wherever you see fit doesn't work either.
You're a loser in real life & now you're one
here.
I know its hard to have some sort of
self control at your age. In the 7th grade, things move
kinda fast for the short-bus kiddies like yourself.
So here's what you can do: A) Just go
away. (my vote for you) B) Delete this account &
resign up as somebody completely different & try again.
(You'll still be the same retard, just maybe you can
hide it. Yeah, right...)
Either way you chose,
you suck & your dances with me only show more of how
much a dumbshit you are.
Save yourself this
constant ass-raping & go back to your friends. Maybe there
you can be cool again. Not here.
Jackaroo.2 (64.183.78.*) on Thursday 13th September 2007, 17:50:22 (#55757)
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I really enjoy these little mentoring speeches from a
malaroonie daddy without no zorch.
That and the fact that all you've ever done is try
and get me to unmask for you is clear and absolute
testament to your incompetance, dismal failure as a
human being IRL, HIDING in the surreal world if the
.irc, doomed to only find companionship from others
worse than yourself, and I don't think
they'll let you touch them Mr. Icky.
Do me a favor there sparky, put your 9mm in your mouth
and repeat after me:
There's no place like home, there's no place
like home, there's no place like home. (Make sure
to do this on webcam for your buddies on b0g, we
wouldn't want to miss out.)
P.S. If you think about it, the only pers0n you been
dancin' with is you. Sorry I cut into your
'me' time.
Hey now!! Little Miss Muffet is finally growing
some testes?!?
Dude, you're
getting my wrath for a very specific &
grievous reason. (You should feel very special.
I should be ignoring you.)
As stated
above, your presence here doesn't give you
license to be a full-blown prick. Sarcasm is an
art form here. Being a kittylitter munching prat
is unacceptable.
You have the choice
to redeem yourself. There are other b0ggers here
who've started out on the wrong foot &
made the effort to be part of the community while
still having their fun. Why don't you give
it a try.
I draw a momentary cease
fire to see how you respond. Hell, to show you
the kind of guy I REALLY am, step over to the bar
& let me buy your ugly mug a pint.
(Don't worry, I won't tell them
you're not old enough to drink.)
Otherwise, you keep up the shit & we'll
tango the night away until your a bloody pulp...
Mary HAD a little lamb…
