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ernandez R
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RE: Historically correct replica in ... (in reply to estebanana)
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Funny... I had to google Manchego, thought it was some rare wood used by my kin, Sr. Hernandez. My fathers father owned the last dairy in Los Angeles... Gave it to his oldest son, not my father, and he lost it to the bank nine monthes later. The whole family hated my uncle every sence. As a teenager I read every book I could get my hands on about making cheese, think I discovered girls then drugs about the same time and didn't pull my head out of my posterior for a few years, by then the last family dairy was gone... My father would bring home a tin of raw milk, couple inches of cream on top, it was my job as a child to set the dinner table and pour out glasses of milk. A couple times a year someone would gag and blow across the dinner table a mouth full of cream when I had in my haste forgotten to shake that milk can. All eyes would turn to me and someone would start to laugh and soon the family was in tears as mom cleaned up the mess. One night we had Wheat Chex for dinner, I thought it was so cool, later as a young man I was telling my mother about that memory and she said it was all the food we had in the house, half a box of cerial and that tin of milk my dad brought home twice a day. HR ps. Ever pour some naphtha on a almost perfect top the vary last bit of 2500 grit leveling, the last go around, and realize about ten seconds later it was alcohol, burned a nice strip through the gloss behind the bridge, two big circles between the bridge and the sound hole, and two smaller ones on each side of the fretboard: cottage cheese :/
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Date Mar. 3 2021 8:16:58
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RobF
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RE: Historically correct replica in ... (in reply to ernandez R)
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ps. Ever pour some naphtha on a almost perfect top the vary last bit of 2500 grit leveling, the last go around, and realize about ten seconds later it was alcohol, burned a nice strip through the gloss behind the bridge, two big circles between the bridge and the sound hole, and two smaller ones on each side of the fretboard: cottage cheese :/ I stepped out on the porch, when something caught my eye It was an object streaking across the North-western sky Streaking towards the Moon which, as we know, is made out of cheese I thought to myself, man...that Elon has become a disease But, in hindsight...that was your guitar, wasn’t it?
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Date Mar. 3 2021 12:27:28
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ernandez R
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RE: Historically correct replica in ... (in reply to estebanana)
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Well... On my way to get vaccinated this morning, it's nine below Fahrenheit, about an hour into the drive and my trusty ML500 dies, motor quits, all the lights flash and no joy. ****. Gather my things and step out the door and one of our Alaskan state troopers pulls up, across the highway behind another car. I think screw it, stick out my thumb and wait for a ride, the trooper finishes and spins around behind my car asked the usualls then says he couldn't help, told me hitching was illegal in Ak, then as he drove away my thumb was out, three min max two cars stopped, **** smokers, but who cares, had a ride toward covid freedom. Arrived at Freddie's with little time to spare. Wrong Freddie's, need to get to Palmer, about thirty miles away, Called cab, arrived an hour late and sign up lady says no problem, Whew... Done deal. And there it was, the cheese section, Man che go, here it is, year old and for S&Gs some Stilton, over to the bread bakery for a fresh loaf of French, then a bottle of olives and a nice Pinot, and for later two pretty rib eyes straight out of a pink marble quarry: 1.5 inches thick. That's almost 50mm for you'all overseas. My mechanic buddy texts: antifreeze tank sensor, had her fixed and driving her over to the combo market, boxstore, pharmacy where I got the jab. Whilst I was waiting outside on the sidewalk I opened up the olives ripped the wrapping off the Spanish goat cheese and tore off a hunk of French crust and had my personal celebratory nosh right there and then, wiping the oily saltwater from the olives on the bread hunks and tempering those tastes with more cheese. Had to drive home so bottle remained corked... When I picked it out it was assumed car was going to be towed and I was going to be taking an almost $200 cab ride home, didn't think I could hitch hike back and my foot was telling me it was done for the day. Only thing missing was the guitar, a couple Gitano buddies, a few of Stephan's sheep, and about seventy more degrees. Man che go!
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Date Mar. 4 2021 6:39:30
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ernandez R
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RE: Historically correct replica in ... (in reply to RobF)
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ps. Ever pour some naphtha on a almost perfect top the vary last bit of 2500 grit leveling, the last go around, and realize about ten seconds later it was alcohol, burned a nice strip through the gloss behind the bridge, two big circles between the bridge and the sound hole, and two smaller ones on each side of the fretboard: cottage cheese :/ I stepped out on the porch, when something caught my eye It was an object streaking across the North-western sky Streaking towards the Moon which, as we know, is made out of cheese I thought to myself, man...that Elon has become a disease But, in hindsight...that was your guitar, wasn’t it? "Sound of ultimate suffering" see Bride, Princess
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Date Mar. 4 2021 6:40:45
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estebanana
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RE: Historically correct replica in ... (in reply to ernandez R)
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RE: Historically correct replica in ... (in reply to estebanana) Well... On my way to get vaccinated this morning, it's nine below Fahrenheit, about an hour into the drive and my trusty ML500 dies, motor quits, all the lights flash and no joy. ****. Gather my things and step out the door and one of our Alaskan state troopers pulls up, across the highway behind another car. I think screw it, stick out my thumb and wait for a ride, the trooper finishes and spins around behind my car asked the usualls then says he couldn't help, told me hitching was illegal in Ak, then as he drove away my thumb was out, three min max two cars stopped, **** smokers, but who cares, had a ride toward covid freedom. Arrived at Freddie's with little time to spare. Wrong Freddie's, need to get to Palmer, about thirty miles away, Called cab, arrived an hour late and sign up lady says no problem, Whew... Done deal. And there it was, the cheese section, Man che go, here it is, year old and for S&Gs some Stilton, over to the bread bakery for a fresh loaf of French, then a bottle of olives and a nice Pinot, and for later two pretty rib eyes straight out of a pink marble quarry: 1.5 inches thick. That's almost 50mm for you'all overseas. My mechanic buddy texts: antifreeze tank sensor, had her fixed and driving her over to the combo market, boxstore, pharmacy where I got the jab. Whilst I was waiting outside on the sidewalk I opened up the olives ripped the wrapping off the Spanish goat cheese and tore off a hunk of French crust and had my personal celebratory nosh right there and then, wiping the oily saltwater from the olives on the bread hunks and tempering those tastes with more cheese. Had to drive home so bottle remained corked... When I picked it out it was assumed car was going to be towed and I was going to be taking an almost $200 cab ride home, didn't think I could hitch hike back and my foot was telling me it was done for the day. Only thing missing was the guitar, a couple Gitano buddies, a few of Stephan's sheep, and about seventy more degrees. Man che go! Images are resized automatically to a maximum width of 800px Attachment (1) _____________________________ Muy flamenco, ole’
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Date Mar. 4 2021 11:39:38
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ernandez R
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RE: Historically correct replica in ... (in reply to El Burdo)
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El burdo, amigo, can't say you are too off base about Americans in general. Sadly we all do our part or not based on our consance. I'm thinking you know little about me but also thinking if you had read all my posts here on the foro you might have learned that I'm not your typical ignorant insessantive American, dog knows I'm not perfect. I was a hardcore vegan more then half of my life, but moving from the hip land of trendy groceries and wealthy boutiques of organic greens to a tiny Alaskan village over four hundred miles from the nearest road I knew I was going to have to adapt: salmon trout caraboo moose prqupine seal and even whale. Smoked, jarred, fermented, roasted, and raw. You've hardly ever seen such a rotund culture. Berries in whipped bear fat, mushrooms, root nodules of chocolate irises cooked like rice. Pike and Arctic Char split out and cooked on the beach over wood the kids gathered up while we were chipping holes in ice almost four feet thick. A hundred little Smelt smoked with a few grayling bone in for a crunchy calcium supplement... And yet here we are fortunate enough to diddle in the foro while the real heirs of the gatano legacy still fight to feed their families just like my Alaskan Upik friends, meals don't come from a market but the sweat of ones brow. I tasted hunger here and there in my life, by chance and my own undoing. The other day as I was sitting against the wall waiting for that cab, I was thinking how long it had been since there had been this kind of uncerntnty in my life, sure I had a bank card and a few hundred in cash tickled away but I had avoided uncertainty in my life for many years. I'm a mechanic so my cars never broke down but have a broken foot, it's below freezing, and f if there isn't a world wide pandemic going on. I'm looking at all the people coming and going and wondering to myslef are they here because they need to be, and later when I was up against the wall outside the same market only another town away, I was tearing unto my loaf of bread, dipping my fingers into,the oily brine to reach a few olives, and I was savoring life like only one who has fed on hunger, and hoping someone would walk by and look at my repast, that I could offer a hunk of cheese and rip them off some bread, to share my bounty, the beauty of the sun and blue sky, the ach in my arm of my first covid shot, to celebrate life with humanity or just one brother. So I shared instead with our Foro. Olé
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Date Mar. 6 2021 0:59:16
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RobF
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I was up against the wall outside the same market only another town away, I was tearing unto my loaf of bread, dipping my fingers into,the oily brine to reach a few olives, and I was savoring life like only one who has fed on hunger, and hoping someone would walk by and look at my repast, that I could offer a hunk of cheese and rip them off some bread, to share my bounty, the beauty of the sun and blue sky, the ach in my arm of my first covid shot, to celebrate life with humanity or just one brother. So I shared instead with our Foro. I would have gladly accepted your offering, that’s for sure, it sounds like it was delicious! Thanks for sharing.
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Date Mar. 6 2021 1:43:30
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BarkellWH
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RE: Historically correct replica in ... (in reply to ernandez R)
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Ernandez R, You have made a life that suits you, and your contributions to the Foro are interesting, whether dealing with flamenco or other topics. I suspect you have had your share of joy and hardship in life, and you certainly deserve to indulge in a thick rib eye once in a while. Frankly, I have known Europeans who are just as indulgent as Americans in their eating habits. So I wouldn't take seriously anyone purporting to speak for Europeans (or anyone else) who attempts to lecture you on your eating habits from a position of perceived moral superiority. I would have liked to have shared the rib eye with you while listening to some Sabicas. Bill
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Date Mar. 6 2021 13:55:25
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BarkellWH
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RE: Historically correct replica in ... (in reply to El Burdo)
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I wonder if Americans like you know how disgusting the amount of food you eat and probably throw away is to Europeans? No wonder you're all shaped like bowling pins. The photograph of those ribs was bad enough. Have a salad ffs. Sounds like perceived moral superiority to me, El Burdo. "Americans like you," indeed. This is not the first time you have hectored those with whom you disagree. You might try engaging in debate instead of putting down those with whom you disagree. Your past comments, as well as this latest one, render questionable your statement, "I never think what I have to say is the only view, nor even the correct one." Bill
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Date Mar. 6 2021 15:08:23
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ernandez R
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So, photos of moose ribs, first slow baked covered with some water in the drip pan, 225f for about three hours covered after first 20 min on broil Next into the barbecue for some carbon... actually one of the most lean and healthy forms of protein out there. Next photo is usual lunch, half brown and wild rice, two hard boiled eggs from our hens, and a bowl with dried fruit and nuts. Last photo is typical salad the boss whipped up whilst I was pan frying those double think rib eye steaks, but I only cooked one and cut in half to share. Tonight we only had the salad... and a glass of a Black Box Cab. I put on over 30 lbs whole I was inmoble but I’ve lost 40 last couple months, only 5’8” and 172lbs. I’m aiming for 165 lbs. I find food is one of those simple joys... I’m a fast one pot cook, I only cool when I’m hungry and yes that can be an issue. That cheese I ate the other day was the first in months and dog knows I LOVE CHEESE! HR
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Date Mar. 8 2021 5:54:03
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estebanana
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One of the reasons Americans struggle with diet and weight is because the processed foods that are inexpensive staples have too much sugar in them. If Americans could afford more fresh food and had time to make dinner with fresh ingredients the folks that have weight issues would do better. It’s not really meat that’s making them fat, it’s more like the carbohydrate processed food with way too much sugar. Veganism exclusively practiced is a mild form of cultural extremism most people can’t understand. The contemporary approach from enlightened vegans is to stop the food shaming, which is mostly a superiority trip and sometimes even a narcissistic tick, is to invite a non vegan to a vegan meal. People are not going to stop eating meat, but moderating the frequency is overall good for everyone. I’ve worked for two vegan chefs as a back of the house worker at night while working in my guitar shop during the day, the last thing I want to hear is food shame rhetoric, it’s unprofessional and unproductive. People don’t respond to it, I hate the superiority conversations that you over hear vegans making about people who do not share their views on diet, and I’m coming from a family that practiced a macrobiotic/ vegan variant diet. The result from tripping on people with food superiority talk is that it usually alienates them and turns them off. I’m not a vegan, but since I’ve worked in vegan restaurants ( and non ) I respect the choices people make and fully support those who wish to eat that way. If vegans want to invite people over and cook for them or take them to vegan restaurants to introduce or promote vegan culture that’s great, but real pros in the vegan food trade don’t force feed those who are not interested. I just ate an old fashioned donut with a glass of vegetable juice. Obviously I’m going to go to hell.
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Date Mar. 9 2021 2:18:29
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ernandez R
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RE: Historically correct replica in ... (in reply to estebanana)
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The keyword Stephan used is respect. And don't worry guys, not going to get my panties in a bunch over a foro comment. I've got a few handy replies for the anti American, my favorite is Inspector Renou about bumbling into Berlin with the Americans in 1918, something like that or a photo of the Colleville-sur-Mer graveyard of WWII... To sit near the top of the food perimid and not taste a touch of bitterness for all the hungry and suffering from food anxiety seems to me inhuman... I do my share though, as much as one can down here with the proles. When someone expresse a strong feeling to the point of being rude I choose to answer with the positive, to build up rather then tear down, it's how we both build and nurture a comunity. If one must complain then make it honest, wish I could recall one of my favorite quotes from Charlotte Bronte's novel Villette is this regard, damn if I can't pull it out of my mind at the moment... HR
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estebanana
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I grew up in a moderately poor home until I became 16 or 17, we ate beans and tortillas and maybe a roast beef once a month on Sunday. By the standard of many countries during my childhood that was a good amount of food. Later my dad resided with a woman who cooked macrobiotic food and I lived with them for some college years. I learned about George Osawa the inventor of macrobiotic cooking. I thought it was interesting, but every day I had enough, if not for staff meals at restaurants I worked in, I would have defected to McDonald’s several times a week just to get away from the boiled tasteless carrots. I worked in a French restaurant called L’ escargot in Carmel Ca. Learned about sauces and thought a lot about Julia Child, and never considered macrobiotic food again. Steak with mustard sauce really spoke to me. I waited on some famous people, one night Robert Wagner and Burt Lancaster came in for dinner with who I surmised to be some younger people from a film crew they were working with. They were telling Natalie Wood stories possibly looking for after dinner sport. I waited on Jesse Jackson when he ran for president, and Merv Griffin when he had a table full of young boys that he entranced with stories. He lived In Carmel valley and was known in the restaurant scene as Merv the Perv. But unjustly given the nickname, he was a gentleman with a sense of humor. Merv asked what the desert of the day was, I gave him a menu, this was Ventana Restaurant, an upscale Inn located in Big Sur. He says is there a fruit plate, and my friend coworker Erich, a very gay roommate who worked at Ventana, says is that a loaded question? Merv chuckled. He said can you just ask the pastry chef if we can have a little fruit plate? Oh anything for you Mr. Griffin. Erich, Matt ( another waiter I surfed with) and I got an idea. We grabbed a silver platter and stacked a dozen peeled bananas on it and brought it out to Mervs entourage. Placed it on the table and life’s the lid. Merv thought is was funny, because he was aware of his reputation as a buggerer. But I said Okay Mr. Griffin, seriously, and then produced a beautifully cut fruit cheese plate the pastry chef knocked together. Que Arte’ That was fun stuff, food should be fun. Here’s what I like to eat these days- Seared black tuna with peppers cooked with mirren and a pinch of garam masala with a plate of Roman cauliflower lightly boiled and finished in a wok with salt and olive oil.
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