Friday, August 10, 2007

Lucia Friday Night Free For All

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32 comment(s):

KG said...

Goot efenink, peoples.

Barnsley Bill said...

hi de hi

KG said...

bring any pineapples, BB?

Barnsley Bill said...

I really should get around to posting some photos of the pineapples before they have all been thru the blender.

KG said...

*shudder* strange and unnatural things, pineapples. I once lived near a place in Qld. that grew millions of 'em and the whole place stank of pineapple all year round, just about.

Barnsley Bill said...

Better pineapples than brussel sprouts, I grew up on the edge of a country town just north of London and every third or fourth year the neighbouring farm grew brussels. To this day the sight of a sprout has me dry retching

KG said...

Really? brussels sprouts cooked in a little butter and garlic....great stuff!
Boiled to death, however, is something else.

KG said...

I went back to Wales once, all nostalgic about a course I did there and stayed in a B&B. never again--the owner cooked cabbage by boiling it to a green pulp and then poured the pulp over everything on the plate.
And people moan about Army food....

FAIRFACTS MEDIA said...

Evenin everyone.
Just seen your latest post BB.
The contrasting views of Dear Leader is shocking.
I hated brussel spouts as a kid and do not buy them.
But the idea of having them in garlic and butter sounds good.
so kg, you mean cooked as in roasted, or way.
Please tell me.

KG said...

evening, FM.
I cut them in half, melt about a teaspoon of butter or olive oil spread in a saucepan, add garlic and steam them gently for about five minutes.
Really, they taste totally different to boiled sprouts.

Lucyna said...

Kg, that sounds really yummy. I love brussels sprouts. Something strange happened to me since I've had children.

KG said...

lol! I don't what the explanation for liking them is in my case then, Lucyna.
But they really do taste great cooked that way.

Barnsley Bill said...

the problem is they were never harvested until a frost had started them on the course of decay with the resulting smell being unbearable. In the other years it would be cabbages or cauliflower. These are veges that I will not eat due to the twin terrors of smelling them growing and my mothers efforts at boiling them for a month or two before slopping them on our plates.
fairfacts, it speaks volumes at the conceit of our PM that she allows such fictional pics of her to be disseminated.

KG said...

"..and my mothers efforts at boiling them for a month or two before slopping them on our plates."
sounds horribly familiar....

Andrei said...

Hi everyone.

I to am a fan of the humble brussel sprout.

They a very nice in a cheese source, perhaps with a little chopped bacon added or seasoned with paprika.

FAIRFACTS MEDIA said...

The problems with the Brits- and I am one myself- is that we tend to boil the vegetables.
Over here, I have learnt to roast them.
I had Adolf round for lunch today and we had a variety of kumura, carrot, onion, potatoes and yams, with some lovely smoked hapuka he brought.
Washed down with a bottle of sauv blanc and some dark beer from the Soputh Island.
We did have some little boiled potato-like things I bought at the Food Show last week. They were good too.
Now a big political scandal is to break midweek. Labour won't be happy as that will expose one of their guys to a nice bit of hypocracy.

ZenTiger said...

Evening all. It's been a busy week. Working through to 2 or 3am most nights, up early and more to do tonight. But the odd foray onto the blog to fire off a quick comment, often after a skim read (which is bound to get me into trouble, but there you go)

The Bourbon and Coke proved to be the best idea I've had today. Might have another good idea along the same lines.

Andrei said...

cheese source? Surely I mean cheese sauce. Oh the perils of homonyms and English spelling

ZenTiger said...

I did a post on Brussel Sprouts once.

ZenTiger said...

I've herd lots of people have problems with homonyms.

Barnsley Bill said...

There is a third terror of course. Indeed a terror so awful that i have not dared to repeat it until this evening. it has been nearly thirty years since this last happened.
As a child i had a dog, he was a mongrel and what you kiwis would call a house dog who would often be given leftovers. Imagine a lab that is not fat and you would have a fair idea of his size. Now imagine being stuck in a room with a dog that has guzzled almost all the sprouts that mum cooked. Nobody else would eat them of course so the dog got the lot. There is no smell that can possibly come close to the fetid stench that emanated from my best mate whenever we had them. Now as my father had even amounts of entrepreneurship and larcenous tendencies we had sprouts evry night for weeks during harvest time.
The inhumanity, I am gagging just typing this.

KG said...

homowhats?

KG said...

rofl!! Poor BB. It must have scarred you for life!

Barnsley Bill said...

don't even get me started on the smell of milky tea.... my own personal vietnam!

Andrei said...

Where would we be without homonyms though?

It would be a world without puns.

Whether or not that would be a loss or a mercy is a matter of opinion I guess.

Have you noticed that puns are not received with laughter but groans?

The better the pun the louder the groan.

That requires some explanation, I couldn't even begin to theorize why?

KG said...

I'll just put the kettle on then BB, shall I?
*evil smirk*

Andrei said...

A post on brussel sprouts Zen?

I didn't think there was much potential there but BB's tale of the flatulent dog demonstrated I was completely wrong.

What did you have to say about brussel sprouts?

Perhaps there is an idea for the kiwi blogosphere here - various bloggers challenged to produce a post on mundane objects - selected by committee and assigned at random.

Barnsley Bill said...

A bit like the old 500 word essay with the inside of a ping pong ball as the subject matter.......

FAIRFACTS MEDIA said...

Oh well , you will just have to wait until next week to see which Minister will be in the firing line.

By the way BB, did you like what Labor in Sydney did with Kevin Rudd? Cactus said she'd sleep with him:)

Now all this talk of vegetables and politics has me thinking of Spitting Image. I'm sure BB will remember that.
First the sketch of Maggie in the restaurant with the cabinet- "what about the vegatables"- "oh, they'll have the same as me."
Then, John and Norma Major eating peas at home.

ZenTiger said...

Well, since you asked, here it is:

I am amazed that Brussell Sprouts - one of the most universally hated vegetables in the world - cost so much.

I think a small bag had a price tag like $6 the other day. This is not a problem for a large proportion of the population. They don't buy them no matter the price. One would think the Brussell Sprout Association would be keen to pay money for the public to buy them. Paradoxically, they seem to charge a premium.

Is it possible that there are more people that will throw the equivalent of 2 large bunches of fresh yummy imported bananas at a small bag of sprouts to justify the price?

The world is a strange place.

ZenTiger said...

It didn't actually occur to me at the time that sprouts may not be universally hated.

Which underscores my point anyway, come to think of it.

The world is a strange place.

I.M Fletcher said...

All this talk of food reminds me of a story of a guy I knew who went to France and stayed with some monks there. The food was pretty bland but he didn't mind too much. One day the monks were given some meat (I'm not too sure what it was now, so that kind of defeats the point of the story, but it was a roast or steak or something like that). My friend spent all of that day with his mouth watering, looking forward to dinner when he would have the chance to eat this wonderful meat.

It wasn't to be, however; the monks boiled it...

LOL

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