Free Association Thread 3

[JKendallDane]

Olease remember that there's a world of difference between a true Redhead (generally, the colour of a new conker), and a Ginger ('carrot - top').

My brother that just passed away was right in between those. His middle son is a full blown ginger...as in "Call the fire department" flaming orange-red.

I had to look up "conker" as that was a new term to me. (thanks teach!)

Now after looking at all those photos of chestnuts, I have a real ugly craving for either cashews or macadamias.

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[SamScribble]

My brother that just passed away was right in between those. His middle son is a full blown ginger...as in "Call the fire department" flaming orange-red.

I had to look up "conker" as that was a new term to me. (thanks teach!)

Now after looking at all those photos of chestnuts, I have a real ugly craving for either cashews or macadamias.

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Chestnut purée - no added sugar. Yum.

 

[Handley_Page]

Chestnut purée - no added sugar. Yum.

Reign in your hunger, Sam.
These are horse chestnuts, not the edible ones.
You play conkers with these !

 

[loquere]

What's a Ginger?

A redhead

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Reign in your hunger, Sam.
These are horse chestnuts, not the edible ones.
You play conkers with these !

...and this is what you can do with the edible ones...

Monte Bianco

 

[Handley_Page]

...and this is what you can do with the edible ones...

Monte Bianco

This is more my kind of Bianco.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

This is more my kind of Bianco.

Both are tasty, HP. in their own ways, but I prefer a bit of Bianca

 

[Handley_Page]

Both are tasty, HP. in their own ways, but I prefer a bit of Bianca

And that's real tasty

 

[JKendallDane]

And that's real tasty

It tastes just like chicken so try it!



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[Handley_Page]

It tastes just like chicken so try it!



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Curiously, I had chicken something-or-other for my tea.
Since the radio therapy friend my taste buds, I cannot comment upon it's flavour.

 

[JKendallDane]

Curiously, I had chicken something-or-other for my tea.
Since the radio therapy friend my taste buds, I cannot comment upon it's flavour.

My taste buds were almost destroyed on my first trip across the pond. I might be only two generations removed from the homeland, but my grandmother's fantastic old world German cooking never included what I suffered through with for one lunch in Frankfurt.

The burger I ordered could have qualified for any airline's "mystery meat" fare. I was being brave and cosmopolitan and ordered it on pumpernickel. Never before and never since have I had ANY pump that was that dark and that bitter. And when I literally stood the spoon up in my cup of coffee thanks to all the grounds in the bottom...well, let's just say I learned at that very moment why tea is preferred by so many in Europe.

I like my coffee strong. Having to chew it is a whole other story!

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[Tio_Narratore]

My taste buds were almost destroyed on my first trip across the pond. I might be only two generations removed from the homeland, but my grandmother's fantastic old world German cooking never included what I suffered through with for one lunch in Frankfurt.

The burger I ordered could have qualified for any airline's "mystery meat" fare. I was being brave and cosmopolitan and ordered it on pumpernickel. Never before and never since have I had ANY pump that was that dark and that bitter. And when I literally stood the spoon up in my cup of coffee thanks to all the grounds in the bottom...well, let's just say I learned at that very moment why tea is preferred by so many in Europe.

I like my coffee strong. Having to chew it is a whole other story!

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That's what you get for ordering a HAMBURGER in FRANKFURT!!!!!!

 

[Handley_Page]

That's what you get for ordering a HAMBURGER in FRANKFURT!!!!!!

Exactly

 

[JKendallDane]

That's what you get for ordering a HAMBURGER in FRANKFURT!!!!!!

Exactly

Hey! I was only fifteen and getting my "international travel" cherry popped. You know how virgins are...either scared of everything or willing to try it all.

By the time I'd been through three days of British food, three days of French cuisine, three days of Swiss specialities, and two days of various German offerings, I wanted a freakin' burger.

I had no clue it would be 180 degrees from the Wimpy I had for lunch in London the first day we hit Europe.

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[legerdemer]

Hey! I was only fifteen and getting my "international travel" cherry popped. You know how virgins are...either scared of everything or willing to try it all.

By the time I'd been through three days of British food, three days of French cuisine, three days of Swiss specialities, and two days of various German offerings, I wanted a freakin' burger.

I had no clue it would be 180 degrees from the Wimpy I had for lunch in London the first day we hit Europe.

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And that was probably Turkish coffee you had, which is supposed to have the grounds left in it. But you're also supposed to stop drinking before you get to them.

 

[SamScribble]

And that was probably Turkish coffee you had, which is supposed to have the grounds left in it. But you're also supposed to stop drinking before you get to them.

Now you tell us

 

[JKendallDane]

Now you tell us

Uh huh. I needed to know that 44 years ago.

Tell Me Why you waited so long?



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[Handley_Page]

Looking back at my time in RAFG, I don't recall having "turkish" coffee
Did I miss something ?
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[JKendallDane]

Looking back at my time in RAFG, I don't recall having "turkish" coffee
Did I miss something ?
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Turducken...a Thanksgiving treat or a foul use of fowls?



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[Handley_Page]

Turducken...a Thanksgiving treat or a foul use of fowls?



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erm. . . fowl-hooking ?

 

[Tio_Narratore]

erm. . . fowl-hooking ?

Fowl Honking


(A follow-up to the Turkish coffee discussion...If any of you are interested, this is my personal coffee recipe from high school days. I called it "Black Sea Coffee" since it was a combination of Turkish and Russian style coffees, and the name also seemed to fit the appearance.

In a saucepan, bring espresso grind coffee to the boil [about 1 tbsp per cup of water]and simmer for about 10 minutes. Repeat twice. Pour into cups or mugs. Top with a mound of whipped cream, and then pour sweet chocolate syrup over the cream and down into the coffee. Stir gently, so as not to disturb the whipped cream. Then sip as you wish, but don't drink or chew the grounds unless you like your mouth full of bitter grit.)

 

[Handley_Page]

Fowl Honking

OK, Tio,
where've you hidden my duck gun or my 12-bore?

 

[MichaelinChina]

OK, Tio,
where've you hidden my duck gun or my 12-bore?

Elmer Fudd huntin' wabbits

 

[JKendallDane]

Elmer Fudd huntin' wabbits

Bugs Bunny always kissing Elmer Fudd and seemed to love being in drag....

http://static.deathandtaxesmag.com/uploads/2013/01/BugsBunny_adp.jpg


....hmmmm.



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[oggbashan]

Hey! I was only fifteen and getting my "international travel" cherry popped. You know how virgins are...either scared of everything or willing to try it all.

By the time I'd been through three days of British food, three days of French cuisine, three days of Swiss specialities, and two days of various German offerings, I wanted a freakin' burger.

I had no clue it would be 180 degrees from the Wimpy I had for lunch in London the first day we hit Europe.

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I had my introduction to international cuisine on a Dutch Liner travelling from the UK to Australia. The meals for the first few days were a lottery. The menus were in Dutch, or the Dutch equivalent of Restaurant French. That bore no resemblance to French Restaurant French or English Restaurant French.

We didn't know whether we were ordering a bare piece of meat or a dish with vegetables included. Sometimes we'd order vegetables as well and end up with a massive mound, or we'd just order the dish and then wait while our additional order of vegetables was cooked and delivered.

At first it was pointless to ask the waiting staff. It was their first voyage and they didn't know the menu. By the end of the first week we and they knew what we were talking about.

We had also learned sufficient Dutch to understand messages on the ship's PA system. Coffee and cakes were served mid morning, tea and pastries in the afternoon. For the first few days the Dutch-speaking passengers would sprint to the lounge before the message was repeated in English. The Dutch speakers had first choice of the cakes/pastries. By the third day the English speakers had learned enough Dutch to join the rush before the announcement in English started.

When the ship called at Naples, apart from a wonderful trip to Pompeii, we had a meal in a hotel at Amalfi. I was the ONLY person to order spaghetti Naples style. It was wonderful and some of the others were jealous. They had ordered standard international cuisine.

I came unstuck in Colombo, Sri Lanka. I ordered curry. It was dreadful. It was bland, toned-down for international customers and they even offered deep-fried chips with it. Yeuck!

By the time we reached Singapore I was fed up with Haut Cuisine Dutch Style. For lunch in Singapore I had Heinz Baked Beans, British sausages and mashed potato. It tasted wonderful.

That evening we had a formal meal with some of my father's colleagues at the Naval Base, in an official residence. Fourteen of us sat down to dinner. There was a waiter for every single one of us and four cooks in the kitchen. We had traditional Singapore and Chinese dishes prepared by the appropriately qualified cooks. It was a fantastic meal with many new experiences. But it was a life style more suited to the Victorian British Empire than the latter part of the Twentieth Century. Apart from us, all the other guests had brought their house servants to act as waiters and cooks. Yet once their tour of duty in Singapore was over, they would return to servantless London suburbia...