James Fleming, post: 441639, member: 136 wrote: 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 billiardsPreserving 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]
I was taken by their next LP. Don't know why but it was a great 'concept' album to me especially following the release of Tommy earlier in the year.
Victoria, Australia etc were good tunes.
Always liked the Kinks from a young teenager.
Arthur Morgan ... lives in a London suburb in a house called Shangri-La, with a garden and a car and a wife called Rose and a son called Derek who's married to Liz, and they have these two very nice kids, Terry and Marilyn. Derek and Liz and Terry and Marilyn are emigrating to Australia. Arthur did have another son, called Eddie. He was named for Arthur's brother, who was killed in the battle of the Somme. Arthur's Eddie was killed, too??in Korea.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_(Or_the_Decline_and_Fall_of_the_British_Empire)
Gene Kooper, post: 441800, member: 9850 wrote: 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!
Don't know why or how...You could chase me to Joplin with a teaspoon of beef liver. But I'll crawl bare-bellied over broken glass for fried chicken livers and gizzards. But it has to be with Louisiana Hot Sauce.
Richard, post: 441806, member: 833 wrote: 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.
yep,
The liver eaters that I have known gave it up because of the processing.after all it is the filter of the body. Too many chemicals.
Some did find organic source for chicken and rabbit livers at a reasonable price. But it was for special occasions.
Richard, post: 441806, member: 833 wrote: Then there's Black Pudding. That fried up would put hairs on your chest.
My Mom must have had a few hundred chains of that pass through her over years. I'm going to visit in a week or so, I'll ask about the hairs.
paden cash, post: 441813, member: 20 wrote: Don't know why or how...You could chase me to Joplin with a teaspoon of beef liver. But I'll crawl bare-bellied over broken glass for fried chicken livers and gizzards. But it has to be with Louisiana Hot Sauce.
Robert Hill, post: 441816, member: 378 wrote: yep,
The liver eaters that I have known gave it up because of the processing.after all it is the filter of the body. Too many chemicals.
Some did find organic source for chicken and rabbit livers at a reasonable price. But it was for special occasions.
Please bear in mind that my family were commercial ranchers in the Sandhills. We didn't use pesticides and herbicides like farmers. Our cattle were grass fed with high protein cottonseed cake as a winter supplement. The animals we butchered came from our herd. They were usually crippled, or had a bad eye, etc. that would reduce their price at the sale ring. They got cracked corn for a couple of months to add some fat marbling. A little different when you eat what you raise. Most beef that I find at the grocery store is inedible!
Speaking of crawling over broken glass - One of my now forbidden faves is chicken gizzards simmered with kielbasa and some diced onion until tender.......
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Brad Ott, post: 441758, member: 197 wrote: I liked this post just to piss you off Don.
Did it work?
😉
No, but it pissed me off when Fleming liked your post 🙂
You guys will never forget, will you?
Richard, post: 441806, member: 833 wrote: 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.
Sorry Hawaii is not representative of American food, spam and pineapple infused everything, yuck.
James Fleming, post: 441639, member: 136 wrote: ... what people's most unpopular, benign, opinion ...
Less Filling!
Don Blameuser, post: 441855, member: 30 wrote: N
No, but it pissed me off when Fleming liked your post 🙂
You guys will never forget, will you?
The sign of a true friend.
Brad Ott, post: 441875, member: 197 wrote: The sign of a true friend.
I was going to like this post, then I remembered Don is retired and sitting around with a lot of time on his hands trying to think of ways to bump off a surveyor. :scream:
This is turning into art. A terrifying beautiful dance.
My favorite appetizers when smoking meat is onion + garlic + seasoning salt + black pepper over many, many chicken hearts and wrapped in tinfoil.
By the time the onions and garlic are at a saute it is ready to open and gather a smoke flavor and bon app??tit.
gschrock, post: 441887, member: 556 wrote: I see a lot about liver in this thread.
Ok, it is unpopular; but I like it...
Fried, sauteed, pate', and especially liverwurst. But all things in moderation.
I'll take it up a notch: Monkfish liver... aka "Ankimo". Smoother than traditional pate'
Neener.
I thought monkfish was an Atlantic thang.
Really like monkfish. It was considered a trash fish because of its appearance way back when but now is a popular fish with the upscale restaurants.
Don't know about eating the innards though. Well known French restaurant here that will bring out a ramekin of pate when you are seated along with sliced banquette. Lethally good.
I don't eat livers straight but you put a livermush biscuit in front of me it's gone. I'm pretty sure livermush is a North and South Carolina thing. Any of y'all ever had the pleasure?
Adam, post: 441924, member: 8900 wrote: I don't eat livers straight but you put a livermush biscuit in front of me it's gone. I'm pretty sure livermush is a North and South Carolina thing. Any of y'all ever had the pleasure?
Seems like a more liver intense relative of the local standard, scrapple.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrapple
Not at all interested in organ meat of any kind where it can be identified as such. The same applies to tongue and a few other similar parts. Not real crazy about eating fish when it's looking back at me, either.
Speaking of scrapple and other miscellaneous flesh from an animal finely ground into meat paste, many years ago I was enjoying dinner with my fellow geology students in a tent above Silverton, CO. We were nearing the end of our 6-week summer field camp. The school was kind enough to have all of our meals catered so we could concentrate our efforts on our geology field mapping. We'd suffered through nearly six weeks of meals prepared in a semi-truck trailer parked at the camp site.
This night the meal resembled some type of Italian dish (the red sauce indicated that tomatoes were potentially part of the ingredients) dotted with a fine-grained mystery meat. The meat was ground into a fine paste and formed into balls with the texture resembling a soft clay. I remarked that the meat was the best fillet of beef lip that I had tasted in quite some time. The next sound was the clatter of several forks hitting the table followed by several choice words aimed at me. Seemed that I had destroyed everyone's appetite. I think the term applied to that wonderful meat product today is pink slime!
But mom, I feel like I'm coming down with Hypervitaminosis A.
Oops that was a mistake....as mom comes walking out with a spoonful of cod liver oil....
My most unpopular opinion: THERE ARE TWO SPACES AFTER THE PERIOD SEPARATING TWO SENTENCES!
