I just love to cook homemade meals. Meat, potatoes, baby peas, baby carrots, sweet potatoes and squash, dripping in homemade gravy. I cannot cook homemade meals in my house this summer because this summer has been extremely humid. If my kitchen gets too hot then my fridge stops working. So you can say that my bitch is that the extreme hot and humid summer is keeping me from what I like to do best, cooking a delicious homemade meal in my house. It is not the same when you go out to a restaurant for a homemade meal, the quality and flavour is not there because the food is prepared in large quantities which normally takes the full flavour out of the meal itself, not to mention that it would cost your family almost a hundred smackeroos for a homemade meal. I am not fussy over fast food joints but that is my opinion. I have about 10 fat chickens, five plump and juicy butterball turkeys, three standing rib roasts, about a dozen pork chops, two hams and two pork roasts in my deep freezer that I had bought over the past six months and I cannot cook them until it gets cooler. I was so mad this Sunday because I really was drooling for a homecooked meal. I was going to take my kitchen stove out on the deck but the plug would not reach. By the time you peel all the potatoes, the carrots, the squash, the sweet potatoes and make homemade potatoe dressing, the sweat is just pouring off of your forehead, you feel like jumping into a pool of ice. Then when you are ready to serve the meal then you are just too exhausted to do it. All I had the ambition to do was to eat my homemade mile high meringue butterscotch pie. I wish that if I had central air conditioning in my home then I would have nothing to beef about when it comes to cooking my homemade meals. Have a good one everybody and happy eating. —Fresh Sweet Rolls Dripping in Homemade Turkey Gravy
This article appears in Aug 9-15, 2012.
Here ya go ,this is a relatively new invention ,I hear its all the rage
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What you mention are fall/winter meals ….. they are not for summer ….. hence the reason these vegetables are harvested in the FALL ….. not the fucking summer you moronic sweat box.
Ever hear of a thing that goes on the back deck ….. i think they call them bar-b-ques – bar-b-q – or OUTDOOR COOKERS – they have side burners now and these can handle full course meals – what, ya got a hibatchi for a biatchi brain?
I hate when people bitch about the heat. Is nova Scotia really not cold enough for you?
FYI…get a new fridge !
(that’s the simple solution)
Get a gas grill/Bar-B-Q & cook outside !
By the way a butterball turkey is GARBAGE !
Some edible oil product injected into a factory raised bird force fed , vitamins , steroids & drugs to keep it healthy…ain’t my idea of delicious…& if you really do want to make a delishious turkey dinner.
Spend the few extra dollars & get yourself a free range raised turkey….& you’ll never go back ! The white meat will be so moist & juicy you’ll be amazed.
mr more is correct butterballs blow, free rangers and cook em breast down. as to your bitch op, quelle fromage
yup, breast DOWN! anyway OP, the meals you want to make are autumn foods. too hot to eat that type of food, much less cook it, but to each his own. do your prep work in the evening before when it’s cooler. take a bowl and some newspaper for the parings and go sit outside on the porch. cut, pare, chop bend fold spindle and mutilate. get some fans for the house. A/C is nasty! hey! was this posting a devious plot to make your husband buy you air conditioning??? hmmmmm ‘buster you ain’t getting any roast beef til you get me a/c in the house’
if I can snag an american turkey, I could care less what kind it is.
They go for low as 20 cents a pound down there…
last christmas’ bird fed the whole family for under 5 bucks.
You don’t have a daughter named Honey Boo-Boo, do you? My arteries hurt just reading this post.
I cooked a beautiful roast beef dinner yesterday, in my slow cooker. They hardly produce any heat.
yeh, I used my slow cooker other day too, ribs. but i think OP wanted a roast-roast, which is a dry heat, not slow cooked moist. people get funny about what they like to eat. depends on the cut as well, eh? i wouldn’t put a prime rib in a slow cooker, and wouldn’t try to dry roast a blade.
Kontee, my honey did a slow cooker pulled Pork !
THe whole famdamily went nuts over it … was so moist & juicy.
It went great with any of the salads !.
fire up the barbie o.p., i’m on my way. should i bring beer or wine?
Dear Fresh Sweet Rolls Dripping in Homemade Turkey Gravy.
I love cooking, I’m very good at it. I’m very much looking forward to making Hodge podge, and soon it will be time for soups and chowders. But it’s Summer, you know….BBQ’s and beer.
I love summer, I love going to the beach and hiking through the woods, putting down the road on my bike.
Please don’t wish my summer to be over, it’s going to be cold and wet soon enough.
something just struck me (and it wasn’t a dead mackeral altho it may have been a red herring) when i saw hugo’s response flash by off to the side there… ‘sweet rolls’ with turkey gravy? I bake, i cook, i don’t serve sweet rolls with gravy. i make biscuits, dumplings, loaves of bread, dinner rolls, but not sweet rolls. i wouldn’t put meringue on butterscotch pie either. mayb e its just me. this sounds like MM trying to get responders to talk about cooking whilst nekkid. where’s my damn turkey baster?
I hate the heat, I absolutely despise it. Particularly the humidity. The fall, my favourite season, is coming and it can’t come soon enough.
I hate the heat and humidity too except during…,but anyway I won’t get into that.I love the fall as well Troodon but not the ‘fall’ing back of the time.
Damn yous makin a bitch HUNNNNGRY!
THE ESOPHAGUS & THE VAGINA: A SAD TALE OF TWO HOLES
“I was so mad this Sunday because I was really droolng for a homecooked meal.”
On a superficial reading this bitch is incredibly trivial. It’s about some female drooling becaause she can’t cook a homecooked meal. But the operative word here is “drooling” and what it signifies beneath the surface of things. What it does signify can only be discovered by a little psychological deep-diving.
I have argued elsewhere that the body means something much more for the female than for the male. For him it is something he can use for various activities but for her it is her identity. She is her body in a way that the male is not. To take a trivial example, observe the female painting her toenails. It is a picture of total absorption. There is no “conceptual space” between her mind and her tornails. They are one in the same way that she is one with her body. Now that our foundational stone is in place, we can move to the second step, a consideration of the esophagus and the vagina.
Both are avenues into her body, orifices or holes of ingress into her identity. The vagina receives the penis in order to create life whereas the esophagus receives food in order to sustain it. Both are crucial for her body, for her identity. In addition, there is a two-beat movement which characterizes the functioning of the esophagus and the vagina. For the vagina the movement proceeds from foreplay to intercourse. For the esophagus the two-beat movement proceeds from the preparation of food to its ingestion. The penis and food are on the same ontological plane in the construction of the female’s identity. And now we come to the issue of the bitch itself which occurs at the stage of foreplay in the case of the vagina and the preparation of food in the case of the esophagus.
Intercourse does not take place where foreplay has been interrupted. The act has been frustrated. Perhaps the partner is impotent but that doe not concern us here. What does concern us is the interruption of the activity of foreplay itself. Intercourse is off the table, so to speak, and a horrible frustration occurs. The creation of life has been suppressed. In the same way when the preparation of food is interrupted a horrible frustration also occurs and with the same degree of intensity. The appropriate sustenance of life has been withdrawn. That is why the bitcher is actually “drooling.” Her lust for food, located in her esophagus rather than her vagina, has been denied, has been thwarted. It is, indeed, a sad tale of two holes.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Now if anyone can understand how pleasurable food is, it’s me…but come ON montrealman – that theory’s a bit of a stretch, isn’t it? Eating is a different type of pleasure. Women do not find it sexual. Both genders may enjoy the sensual experience of eating but moreso the male. There’s that old saying “A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”. Men have about 100,000 thoughts a day, 50 000 of which involve sex and the other 50 000 involving their gut. It’s not surprising that within the frail male mind these synapses should cross. Like in that old Seinfeld episode where Costanza brought a hogie sammich into the bedroom and his girlfriend was like, WTF?. Once again, an example of food being erotocised by the male. But this can be expected from simple creatures.
Your comparison of the esophageal and vaginal cannals could also be made with that of the male’s rectum. You might argue that this is not a sexual organ, however nature rebukes that argument with the placement of the male pleasure centre/prostate. The “A-spot” which is located right up your keister, also a cannal, sweet cheeks!
Once again, your weak arguments and theories on women have proven the opposite to be true. It is in fact the Males who are reactive and predictable amoebas.
“It’s not surprising that within the frail male mind…”, That’s precious, NF.
What exactly makes our minds so delicate?
The male mind is not a strong mind if it confuses its pleasure centres, is it? It is a simple and immature mind that would eroticise nourishment or sexualize the digestive tract and its processes. Such convaluded ideas and abtruse-seeming theories are really quite simple. You seem offended so I’ll say the magic word to make it all better and you’ll forget all about it….
BOOBIES!!
Haha, what if I was gay, NF? I’d be immune to your ‘BOOBIES’. And no, I’m not offended. Probably because I don’t get my genitals confused with my digestive system. I find nothing erotic about food, only a sense of contentment because it has provided sustenance until my body requires fuel again.
Now, if there was a bosom shaped cake out there, it might be a different story. But even then, it would be the imagery, and not the cake, that would be arousing.
I believe it’s the simple immature mind that thinks one paragraph sums up all of males psyche.
Although, there are people who are aroused by the functions of the digestive tract (Anyone have a spare cup? It’s an emergency!)
Solid rebuttal, but I imagine those “2 girls” were hired by a male pornographer who was actually the one to dream up that disgusting scene. The women, probably from an impoverished country, I bet were paid handsomely for that display of displaced & disordered male eroticism.
It was produced by a dude.. I was Right-o!
cut from wiki
Origin
The video came from a Brazilian, Marco Fiorito, who talks of himself as a “compulsive fetishist”.[9] Fiorito first produced foot fetish videos but soon moved on to coprophagia. The movie was made by MFX-Video, one of several businesses owned by Fiorito.[9] Fiorito says his movies are legal in Brazil, but authorities in the United States have branded some of his movies as dirty and filed charges against Danilo Croce, a Brazilian lawyer living in Florida, listed as an officer of a company shipping Fiorito’s movies in the United States.[9] Croce accepted a plea bargain and was sentenced to 3 years of unsupervised probation and forfeiture of $98,000.[9] Fiorito said he did not know his movies were illegal in the United States and that his movies often contained chocolate instead of feces to appease some of his actors who were willing to appear in scat movies but not actually eat fecal matter.[9]
boy i bet OP is regretting this posting about now
I know, right? Her bitch was so sweet and wholesome with her homemade turkey gravy and then we had to go fuck it up.
And THAT, Ladies and Gentleman, is one of the three movies I’d show an Extra Terrestrial 😉
Suddenly sweet buns drippin in homemade brown gravy doesn’t sound all that appetizing
god i love this place
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: no_fool (08/14, 12:45PM & 1:31PM)
“Eating is a different type of pleasure. Women do not find it sexual.” (NF)
Good afternoon, NF. I see, judging by the length and intensity of your response, that I have touched a nerve. But nonetheless it fails and does so on two grounds:
First to say that eating is a different type of pleasure overlooks the fact that all pleasures are psychologically related in the sense that they are based upon a common ground and that common ground for the female is her identity, her body. It is simple. Food provides sustenance for her body but what, in the last analysis, is her body for? It is for procreation, for receiving the penis and having her eggs fertilized. In other words NF, procreation trumps sustenance in the biological hierarchy and therefore, while “different” in a diminished sense, the gustatory is utimately in servitude to the sexual.
Second, your assertion to the effect that women do not find eating sexual is true but only at a superficial level. Generally speaking, women lack that “cognitive distance” I remarked upon in the case of the female painting her toenails. They are not theoretical creatures but rather are carnal, creatures of the flesh, of the body. Have you ever watched a female as she prepares to eat and then engages in the activity itself? If that isn’t sexual I don’t know what is! Her mouth, the gateway to her esophagus, becomes its erotic extension which, in its turn, is one of the two main avenues into her identity, her body. Her union with the food NF, is deeply sensuous, analogous with her union with the penis although, of course, not as profound but nonetheless of the same generic kind.
Your remarks about a “weak male mind” are absurd on the basis of my general thesis and the comments above. Females are incompetent to judge whether the theoretical male mind is weak of not for the simple reason that they don’t think in those terms, i.e., theoretically. Further, the fatuous quotation about “food being the way to a man’s heart” is more a female stratagem to capture the male and have her eggs fertilized rather than a profound psychological truth. As far as the “A-Spot” is concerned NF, this might be true of the homosexual but not, generally speaking, of the heterosexual male. Indeed, it is quite the contrary.
You must attempt to marshall more probing and compelling psychological arguments NF, if you entertain any hopes of unhorsing my hypothesis.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
The way to a man’s heart is through the stomach. This time worn saying did not endure the years if it held no accuracy. It is an old wisdom.
The idea that women are these basic creatures that subconscioiusly link sex and food because our body is our identity is such a load of CRAP. We use our bodies to do things too – for activities, achievements, sports, etc. Where’ve you been? Your ideas are totally unsupported and non-factual. Women being the bearers of the offspring, says nothing about a sexual/esophogeal link whatsoever. We may be one with our selves and bodies, but not in superficial sense you speak of, it is more of an inate gift in addition to our other predisposed talents. Perhaps you are thinking of “women’s intuition”, another quality we possess but are not limited to.
Of course gastric functions (eating) SUPPORTS sexual health in the sense that sustainance is req’d for our complete health – NO SHIT.
Also, I can assure you that it’s not only gay men who enjoy the anal or A-spot stimulation. Although there’s an ick factor, nothing completes endless jackrabbit wiskey-dick sex quicker than a finger up the guys butt. Try it if you haven’t already – works every time.
Generally speaking, I think men lack that “cognitive distance” you speak of. Ever paint your wife’s toenails, MM? It ain’t easy staying inside the lines and requires full concentration, not to mention balance. If you don’t sit like that, you fuck up your feet. Please, It’s a known fact that women are much better at multi-tasking than men.
“I can wash out 44 pairs of socks and have ’em hangin’ out on the line; I can starch and iron 2 dozen shirts ‘for you can count from one to nine. I can scoop up a great big dipper full of lard from the drippins can, throw it in the skillet, go out do the shoppin and be back before it melts in the pan, I can rub and scrub till this old house is shinin like a dime, feed the baby, grease the car and powder my face at the same time, Cuz I’m a woman W-O-M-A-N”
Montreal man said:
“Have you ever watched a female as she prepares to eat and then engages in the activity itself? If that isn’t sexual I don’t know what is! Her mouth, the gateway to her esophagus, becomes its erotic extension…etc.(insert more literotica drivel), etc.”
Gee, it sounds like you are the one who gets horny over the grub, you little foodie you! LOL How reactive of you to watch a woman eat and dream up such naughty thoughts!
It sounds as though you are experiencing Cognitive DISSONENCE; defined as a discomfort caused by holding conflicting cognitions (e.g., ideas, beliefs, values, emotional reactions) simultaneously. See, I think a part of you knows that women are more than their bodies. I’m sure you have noted through your lifetime women who using their bodies to achieve, to work, to play, to fight, to think and to do. However somewhere along the line, someone (perhaps a chauvanist father-figure) instilled these false beleifs in you regarding women. That we are vapid, merely “of the flesh” caverns for “receiving the penis” whose body is used to entice and entrap a mate and ultimately procreate. You need to reject these foolish notions and those daddy issues, MM. It is possible for a woman to both titilate man’s brain and his loins simutaneously, you know. What a concept!
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: no_fool (08/14, 5:04PM)
Oh dear, it seems I have encountered a feminist of one sort or another and realize that I will now enter the realm of dogma rather than dispassionate psychology. However, I will try my best so throw light on your murky grasp of the psychological/biological nexus. I’ll briefly comment on each of your points, such as they are.
Yes NF, it may be true that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach is a “time worn” statement but this has no bearing on its truth.
Well, of course NF, females use their bodies to do many things but this was never my point. I was always talking about the psychological identity of the female with her body. She may do this and that but it doesn’t alter the truth of that statement. You claim that this is non-factual but, on the one hand, you are beginning to sound like Stephen Harper and his purported “scientific facts” and on the other you fail to grasp that we’re in the realm of the psychological where such “facts” have, in any case, only an attenuated meaning.
You claim that the fact that women are the bearers of offspring “says nothing about the sexual/esophageoal link” but, of course, I never claimed it did. My point was simply that the sexual reception of the penis into the vagina and the consumption of food into the esophagus were two variants of the same thing, the carnality or fleshly identity of the female. This is not a criticism by the way. Males love the rich, roiling fleshiness of the female.
I leave the anal-fingering “jackrabbit wiskey-dick sex” to you NF. I really don’t want to go there. And, of course, I have never painted my wife’s toenails. It is so far outside my male range of consciousness that I’m not even sure how to respond to the suggestion. Your last paragraph was, of course, incoherent.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
You’re doing a lot of back-trackin there. What was your point then exactly? Gotta get off here and get some din dins. I’m thinking about a super-phallic polish sausage, no wait – montreal-smoked meat followed by a bananna for dessert.
Let that vivid imagination of yours run wild!!
Nighty night 😉
p.s. trust me on ‘the finger’ – you’ll love it!
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: no_fool (08/14, 7:51PM & 8:10PM)
Good morning NF. I see that your second post raises your central question when you ask, “What was your point exactly?” Clearly, you are in the dark and your first post indicates that you are in the dark about food and its relationship to the female identity. So I’ll now attempt to plump up the conception of food in my ontology of the female identity.
The poster of this bitch is clearly a female who wants to prepare “real” food for her family when autumn arrives in contrast with the fast (read “unreal”) food of summer. But what does she mean by “real” food? What is really going on here? While the poster herself may not be aware of it, a great deal is going on. What she wants to do, symbolically, is to serve her family her body as food. Let me explain.
As I have maintained, her esophagus, food and its ingestion are, together with her vagina and intercourse, constitutive of the foundational identity of the female. She can, of course, do other things but I am talking in foundational psychological/biological terms and so definitive of who she is. But what about the status of food in this psychological/biological construct?
While I have used the term “symbolically” in serving her body to her family perhaps the sacramental form of expression might make things clearer. Think of the Eucharist in the Catholic mass, commemorative of the Last Supper. Christ said, “Take and eat, for this is My body.” He wasn’t speaking symbolically since, in the Catholic doctrine of “transubstantiation” the bread (host) and wine and no longer bread and wine. They are, literally, Christ’s body and blood. If you don’t believe that you are, quite simply, no longer a Catholic. It is a fundamental doctrine of the Church.
So, to take her body out of the realm of the sacramental and re-position it into the secular realm of the symbolically psychological/biological, the female is nevertheless still effectively saying, “Take and eat, for this is my body”. As I say, the poster herself may not realize this but, ultimately, it is the real reason why she is “Longing for autumn to come.”
So, NF, that’s my point.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Don’t be sticking fingers in anyone’s bum without consent. That’s assault.
Wait so…. Catholics are zombies?
that makes sense mel *cackle*
The last supper? Cannabalism? Where is this going? Man, give it up. Women nurture their children, yes and what? We don’t want them to eat us, FFS!
Wow your imagination is really working in overtime, constantly dreamin up these brainfarts on women’s sexuality. My “women’s intuition” is telling me that you must be deprived of sex as you’re in a constant state of arousal. Why else would you be so horny over watching a woman eat. Go eat a big meal and a get laid.
Protein not cheerios.
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: no_fool (08/15, 2:00PM)
“My ‘woman’s intuition’ is telling me that you must be deprived of sex as you’re in a constant state of arousal.” NF
Good afternoon NF. Your assertion (quoted above) has simply confirmed my hypothesis about the fundamental psychological/biological nature of the female. Being constitutionally unable to go beyond the esophagus/food/ingestion – vagina/intercourse nexus in any meaningful manner, you proceed to bring the latter in as an explanation of the former. You do this of course because, being a female, you can do no other.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
montrealman said:
“nature of the female. Being constitutionally unable to go beyond the esophagus/food/ingestion – vagina/intercourse nexus in any meaningful manner”
This follows a pattern: one desires something, finds it unattainable, and reduces one’s dissonance by criticizing it. It’s called “adaptive preference formation”. See you are feindin’ for some pussy and to get your dick sucked, but you ain’t gettin’ none so you reduce all women to a throat and a pussy.
Could it be the chauvinist attitude that’s repelling the lady in your life? Those silly feminists and their radical notion that women are people!
I have a little theory of my own, maybe it will help with your situation. See, I believe man’s tongue is an extention of his penis. See, he needs to stop waggin it in the superficial sense (talking) and use it more for foreplay (cunnilingus), so that the extention (his penis) might finally get to enter the sacred vaginal or esophogeal canals. You gotta give it to get it, Montrealman. If us women aren’t satisied in bed, we pout with both sets of lips. We go on strike bring out the defensive armour – it’s granny panties, flannel nightgowns and curlers all the way. And you can forget about DINNER!
NF
EXCELLANT.
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: no_fool (08/16, 12:17AM)
“This follows a pattern: one desires something, finds it unattainable, and reduces one’s dissonance by criticizing it.” NF
Good morning NF. I trust you slept well.
After reading your introductory statement (see above) I realized immediately that not only had you not succeeded in transcending my theoretical construct of the foundational female biological/psychological nexus consisting of the dual movements of esophageal/ingestion and vaginal/intercourse but rather confirmed its accuracy.
You see NF. there was no element of desiring something, finding it unattainable, and reducing the ensuing dissonance by criticizing it. That is your fleshly and carnal and yes, your esophageal/vaginal reading of what, for me, was always the impartial observation of an objective theoretical construct designed to engage the foundations the female’s essence, of who she is. Put differently NF, as with your previous post, you have not only not evaded the force of my insights but rather confirmed their real-world application and consequently, “ex suae orae” as they say in Latin, brought yourself under its purview. (The phrase means “out of her own mouth,” NF, just in case you were wondering.)
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!