There was a question going around Facebook and Twitter last week asking what people's most unpopular, benign, opinion was. Nothing political, religious, etc.; just something you believe that most people would shake their heads when you told them. The first two that came to mind were:
1. In retrospect, the Kinks were the best British band of the 60's and 70's
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Help save Fu Manchu, Moriarty and Dracula
We are the Office Block Persecution Affinity
God save little shops, china cups and virginity
We are the Skyscraper condemnation Affiliate
God save tudor houses, antique tables and billiards
Preserving the old ways from being abused
Protecting the new ways for me and for you
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Freaking genus.
2. Gene Hill is the greatest American essayist of the twentieth century
[INDENT]At home a friend will ask, ??Been bird hunting?? You will say that you have, and when he asks,? Have any luck?? You will think of what you have held in your heart instead of your hand, and then answer that you certainly did??without a doubt.
And what will we take from November? To some of us, the pheasants will seem smarter, the quail and grouse faster, the ducks a little higher than we remember. It is not important that we do especially well; it is important only that we went.
You know what the ideal dove gun for any-given day is? Your other gun??the one you left at home.
A hunting camp is one of the few places left to us where we can dream of a near-perfect tomorrow. Where the harsh realities of lost riches and faded glories can be forgotten and the dreams of what might be come down to a delightful day with not too much wind, a crisp morning silvered with frost, and find us??at long last??with the right gun, shells, dogs, and friends who will be pleased forever to remember the day we ??did it all.?
Our greatest trophies are not things, but times.
If in a single day we smell coffee, dawn, gun oil, powder, a wet dog, woodsmoke, bourbon, and the promise of a west wind for a fair tomorrow??and it??s possible for us to reek ??happy???that??s just what we will do.
Soak it up, go into it softly and thoughtfully, with love and understanding, for another year must pass before you can come this way again.
We??ve hunted together before and we??ve hunted together since, but the talk always takes on a softer, special tone whenever one of us starts a sentence, ??Remember that day in the rain . . .?
What friends I have, what days I treasure most, what places that I think about and smile . . . they are because shotguns are. Without them I would have been empty. They have made my life full.
But the truth, to my way of seeing it, is that those who love the bits and pieces of being there??the sweetness of a singing lark, the way one whitetail can suddenly fill up a clearing, the fearsomeness of a sudden storm, and the almost unbelievable sense of relief when we??ve gotten out of a very sticky situation??have to have a sense of the magic of it all, a belief in the intangible and unknown, and no small degree of unquestionable wonder.
Good fires make good friends.
A grown man walking in the rain with a sodden bird dog at his heels who can smile at you and say with the kind of conviction that brings the warmth out in the open, ??I??d rather be here, doing this, right now, than anything else in the world,? is the man who has discovered that the wealth of the world is not something that is merely bought and sold.
Remember when time was cheap? The songs we sang about it told us that we had time on our hands, that time stood still, that tomorrow would be time enough. And now we find it was not. Suddenly times to come have become times past, and we must hoard it and spend it cautiously as the tag ends of a small inheritance . . . which is what it really was all along??except no one told us. [/INDENT]
The best flavor of Coca-Cola ever invented was NEW COKE.
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I think three people agreed with the above statement and they were highly paid employees of Coca-Cola.
Young people should be required to pass a more rigid exam (besides a Wassermann test) before they are legally able to breed.
That ketchup on cottage cheese makes an okay snack.
party chef, post: 441651, member: 98 wrote: That ketchup on cottage cheese makes an okay snack.
...bleck...
Ketchup was a conspiracy cooked up when I was a kid by adults to make you think liver was actually edible.
Speaking of ketchup...
I can't stand it to this day because the taste reminds me of liver.
And I can't stand orange juice either. Once a week Momma Cash would give us a "dose" of castor oil. She would pour us all a small glass of OJ to wash down the spoonful of oil. I smell OJ and it still makes me want to gag.
I have always hated My Dad and Brother's first love, ketchup.
My Dad told us if he or his brother (Uncle Bennett) complained of feeling sick Grandma Bert would promptly make them swallow a spoonful of castor oil. Grandma Bert was unique, not your typical Grandma. When I was a mumbling adolescent she would say, ENUNCIATE, David, ENUNCIATE!
party chef, post: 441651, member: 98 wrote: That ketchup on cottage cheese makes an okay snack.
It certainly does. This morning I had cottage cheese with chopped up, hardboiled egg and salsa for breakfast.
Don Blameuser, post: 441709, member: 30 wrote: It certainly does. This morning I had cottage cheese with chopped up, hardboiled egg and salsa for breakfast.
Doesn't that make you fart a lot?
"That ketchup on cottage cheese makes an okay snack."
i haven't tried Ketchup, but pretty much any kind of jelly/jam/something like that w/ cottage cheese is fairly tasty. mix them in a bowl for a snack..
rochs01, post: 441742, member: 266 wrote: Doesn't that make you fart a lot?
Yes
Don Blameuser, post: 441709, member: 30 wrote: It certainly does. This morning I had cottage cheese with chopped up, hardboiled egg and salsa for breakfast.
I liked this post just to piss you off Don.
Did it work?
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We take liver and pound it with a tenderizer hammer until it is about the size of a car wheel and cut into cookie sized pieces, batter and fry.
Then add cream of celery and cream of onion soup for a nice thick gravy mothered chicken fried liver.
[USER=81]@A Harris[/USER] what sort of animal does that liver come from? After hammering it's still the size of a car wheel?
I'd hate to encounter a chicken with such a monster liver.
Beef liver pounded super thin............
Guess if you wanted opinions then start with Brussel Sprouts, or Broad Beans.
Probably wouldn't fit the 'benign' but 'opinion' yes.
Beef liver, got over that years ago.
We nearly killed our cat. Gave it only liver and it started to get all rickety. Vit A poisoning the vet said. Came right with a change of diet.
Tried Ox heart?
Tripe?
They would get an opinion from my dearest and nearest.
But this isn't the place to post such 'genteel' comments.
A whole processed beef yeilds only a few packages of liver so that means that it is not on the menu often.
Fresh beef liver and heart are delicious. Of course, that statement assumes that they are eaten with a day (two at max) of the animal being butchered. Fried slices of heart with a country gravy on pancakes was a breakfast delicacy the morning after an animal was butchered.
Internal organs purchased at the local Piggly Wiggly, NO thank you!
Carnivores ! They cannot be trusted !
I got a swift education in the American culinary "delights" in my first trip to Hawaii.
Supermarket (grocery store?) freezer packed with all manner of detestable items from anywhere you could imagine of the pig and bovine variety.
My opinion precedes me with them.
We used to make our own liver pate in my early married days.
Then the health fanatic took hold and it was off the menu on account of liver containing all sorts of contaminants.
When that wore off and I resumed a more normal life somehow I never went back to my old ways.
Same with kidney and liver fry. Yummy once.
Then there's Black Pudding. That fried up would put hairs on your chest.
