The MadPriest is on vacation, (holiday, as he would say) but he has left a post on his blog that refers to me. It's a garbled post, having to do with haggis and red beans and rice and lingerie and keypads. I can't make any sense of it at all, but I suspect it's not nice - no surprise there, since when is he ever nice to me?
If you're bored and have a few minutes to WASTE, you might want to check it out, but I'd advise you not to take the trouble.
I noticed it yesterday. Bit unhealthy, mebee? You're familiar with the expression "a pitcher, not a catcher", I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteLapin, I just noticed it today, since I'd stopped visiting the site while the mad one is away.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I know about the pitcher and the catcher. He couldn't function without me. I'm the best "straight man" he has. Make of that what you will, but don't take it too far.
It's like matter and anti-matter with the two of you. Which also means you could never meet in person--all time and space would collapse; it would mean the end of the universe as we know it.
ReplyDeleteI think the Mad One needs a few lessons on what it truly means to take a vacation. I find it an excellent time to break some really nasty habits.
On another topic altogether, but strange and wonderful, and to cheer you up - not, in all probability, that you need it. A "historic" food blog that I also frequent, "The Old Foodie", property of a Yorkshire gel long resident "Down Under", recently contained a piece entitled "Sunflowers, art and salad". It commenced with Arles and the Van Gogh brothers and culminated in a truly unbelievable Sunflower Salad from "The Lily Wallace New American Cook Book" (1946):
ReplyDeleteSunflower salad.
Take sliced peaches and arrange on lettuce so as to form the petals of a flower. Place a scoop of chocolate ice-cream in the center. For the stem use a thin slice of pepper and for the leaves, bits of lettuce. This is very attractive and can be served with any of the many brands of dainty crackers.
Allow 2 slices of peach per serving.
O.F. is interested to know if there are even more bizarre American salad recipes of the 30's thru' the 50's out there. There have to be, don't there? Years back someone "gifted" me about 20 of those ring-bound women's club recipe compilations (think small-town 50's SC!). Sadly, I ditched them as fast as I could. Never know when something will come in useful, do you?
Cynthia, I think you're right. If MadPriest I ever met, it would be the clash of civilizations. But he does make me laugh, and so I forgive him a lot.
ReplyDeleteLapin, I did not even know that the ladies clubs cookbooks were popular in the 40s and 50s. They've been all the rage for the last 30 years or so. Sounds like early Martha Stewart.
The New Orleans cooks that I knew did not use recipe books much. The cooking was handed down from one generation to the other.
We own a second edition of a cookbook that was first published in 1901 by the Picayune, the New Orleans newspaper. What amazes me is the amount of food that folks cooked - three huge meals a day.
You have given me an inspiration. One day, I'm going to post on my blog a few of the menus for a single day's meals.
Mimi, I couldn't make head nor tails out of that post. Sometimes I think that Madpriest is a little -uh - obsessed -- ? is that the right word?
ReplyDeleteI just got back from the MN State Fair and would love some of your recipes for salads!
"...since when is he ever nice to me?" Well, after many years teaching fourth grade I just assume that "I hate you, you're ugly and stupid" just means "I do like you quite a lot." Perhaps old habits just die hard for some people.
ReplyDeleteLapin, you gave away all those old cookbooks? What will you ever do if somebody gives you a case of strawberry Jello or 600 pounds of miniature marshmallows? You'll be lost!
Three heavy cooked meals a day in that climate must have been stifling in the summer. Was the tradition of a separate "summer kitchen" for larger, well-to-do houses, followed in New Orleans? The SC plantations and the larger urban homes often had a separate summer kitchen, to keep the heat away from the house, and a basement "winter kitchen", which would also help heat the property in the colder months.
ReplyDeleteps Another Republican senator at it!
ReplyDeletehttp://www.salon.com/politics/war_room/2007/08/27/craig_arrested/index.html
Three heavy meals means more food left over for the help, and more leftovers for the next day. Besides, the food tastes better when it's a day or two old.
ReplyDeleteSo John, you think the MadPriest really loves me. You could be right. He may never have matured past the the school boy stage.
ReplyDeleteLapin, I was not around in 1901, but my grandmother cooked a hot meal three times a day in an inside kitchen. I don't remember having the quantity of food mentioned in the old cookbook, but she seemed to spend her life in the kitchen. I believe she had someone to help her clean house, so she could spend her time in the kitchen. She was an excellent cook.
Politicians do some stupid stuff, don't they? Sometimes it seems as if they're looking to get caught.
Our Louisiana man, Vitter, polls at 66% approval. I suppose flings with prostitutes don't count against them.
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ReplyDeleteI think it has to do with the comment over at PJ's. Reread it and you'll see it is pretty close to his usual sense of humor.
ReplyDeleteWho knows how he saw that discussion thread from over at PJs while on his vacation.
Ormonde, You could be right. Then, too, families were larger then.
ReplyDeleteDennis, my sweet, you can't be serious. You're not explaining MadPriest's humor to me, are you? It's exactly his kind of humor, and my post is exactly the kind of humor I return to him.
And I know who called his attention to the discussion thread at PJ's. Gotcha!
THREW away, John Bassett!
ReplyDeleteMimi, MadPriest adores you, you know that. But I agree that the time-space continuum would go POOF (no poofter jokes, now) if you two met.
ReplyDeleteMeanwhile, I would love to see your menus and/or recipes.
Don't forget that it is a very male trait to lovingly insult those you care for. "You silly old bat" and "You plonker" are not uttered by the male with venom, but with a smile and the belief that such banter is possible between two minds that are in tune with each other. I have come to grief myself over this and the fact that the female does not perceive or undertand such comments in the way they are meant, since the female way of expressing care and love is to say it straight out and expect the other to do the same.
ReplyDeleteVenus and Mars are not always in the same universe!
Anonymous, I'm somewhat acculturated to the insult = love mode of speech, since Grandpère frequently uses such terms of endearment as, "Hey, old lady!"
ReplyDeleteIsn't that sweet?