Blurt Thread III - Emporium of Unexpected Exclamations & Revelations

I’ve waited my whole life to find you. 😍😍


Sorry Des, wedding’s off!

She liked her men like she liked her meat; hot all the way through, and didn't hesitate to throw either one to the dogs for a new hunk with a few extra degrees of heat.
 
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😢 Not really, but it would be really really nice to be able go to dinner and enjoy a steak the way I like it without the incessant lecturing and displays of disgust that inevitably follow.

Yeah, it seems like everyone thinks that the way they like their steak is the only way to cook a steak. The important thing is that you enjoy it.
 
😢 Not really, but it would be really really nice to be able go to dinner and enjoy a steak the way I like it without the incessant lecturing and displays of disgust that inevitably follow.

I'm with you on this. I grew up eating well-done steaks that were prepared or ordered by well-meaning parental types. It's what I prefer. I have changed to medium well and, at least twice, ordered medium. I want it medium-well, hold the lecture.
 
Having eaten beef everywhere from "wipe it's shitty ass next time!" to charcoal briquette that breaks when you throw it down on the sidewalk, I can honestly say that flavor is in the taste buds of the beholder.

From a dietary perspective, Medium to Medium rare is the best balance between retaining the goodies such as vits and mins and the good bacteria every body needs and avoiding the bad stuff that can creep in for lower quality and more aged cuts. BUT, I already had the class, thanks, more than one actually, and statistically probably scored better on the tests than the ones giving me a lecture on it when it's time to order.

You do you when it comes to what you put in your mouth and ignore what comes out of anybody elses (unless of course it might land on your plate), at least when it comes to beef.

Now, rattlesnake meat on the other hand...

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Never, ever order the snake from a restaurant with "Bobbitt" in the name. Either the name of the restaurant or the chef.
 
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I think you were the one steak shaming, bud! :)


Perhaps, a wee bit. I do admire the Lustrous One though - and she knows this - for even stepping up and declaring her fondness for the well done cut, especially among those that can be a carnivorously passionate when it comes to steak. Her appreciation for your steak solidarity is evident, as she’s discarded poor Des like a chunk of chewy gristle, casually (casualty) forked over to the periphery of her plate, her tastebuds apparently not as fickle as her heart.

Your comment about being served steak well done in your younger years, and having that influence your eating choices reminded me of a work colleague. This unfortunate bastard grew up with parents that boiled most everything. Veggies until mush, roasts and birds until grey and bland. The only seasoning and spice was salt, and plenty of it.

He is an adult now, with a small family, and continues to prepare and eat food this way. A few years ago my wife and I had invited them out to dinner, to a wonderful restaurant downtown, the chef of which was newly famous for defeating an Iron Chef of TV. My friend, very much a (boiled) meat and potatoes guy, felt he had made a formidable leap over the flavour threshold that evening, when he’d ordered chicken fingers with plum sauce.

There are recipes and dishes I cling to dearly from my youth, and others I never wish to expose my tastebuds to again. I’m always interested in hearing about what foods and dishes folks ate in their youth, and how it influences their cooking and eating in their adult years.
 
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It's amazing how far you can get in life when you just fail to give a shit, isn't it?

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Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear nothing. For I am the baddest kitty in the valley.

(and yes, I know it's an old photo from a police K9 training academy. Still makes me grin every time.)
 
We don't stick our pancakes up our nose. Words you never thought you'd have to say.

Children evoke all kinds of words we never thought we'd say. Here's a clever DIY tool for removing small objects from children's noses that may work for pancakes :

http://www.instructables.com/id/Vacuum-removal-of-object-stuck-in-childs-nose/

YMMV. Not a doctor. Don't play one on TV. Other disclaimers apply.

ETA a more sensible article : https://www.askdrsears.com/topics/parenting/child-rearing-and-development/nose-stuff-stuck
 
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Watched The Belko Experiment last night. It was decent, but could have been better. I am considering a Battle Royale, Belko Experiment, Hunger Games movie marathon.
 
Bite me, asshole. - Grammatically correct and somewhat scathing.







Bite me asshole. - Now you're just being a kinky pirate.
 
#notallmen

But I can completely understand. Lit is many things, but a place for sharing intimate public details of profoundly personal experiences it is not. :eek:

Apart, I imagine you will say, about Miles and me engaged in hot, beard on beard action.

Why no men of embigged stature?
 
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