Sunday, February 05, 2012

Sunday Sermon and Open Thread

Preach it, Brother Bill:

So, it’s Super Bowl Sunday. What are y’all cooking for the occasion, if anything? Does anyone have a good recipe for onion dip that does not include Lipton’s Onion Soup Mix? I intend to try this Alton Brown recipe unless someone has a better suggestion.

Also, Giants or Patriots? I’m not particularly fond of either team (my team is the sucky Bucs), but I’m leaning toward the Giants for no particular reason.

Posted by Betty Cracker on 02/05/12 at 07:04 AM

Categories: FoodRelijunSports

Saturday, February 04, 2012

Sticks to Your Ribbon

This is the last time I’ll talk about Komen, pinky-swear. It’s just so nice to not lose for once, plus I’m still bummed I never got to use the post title “Ayes Up Here.”


The KFC* Backle-Down Planned-wich

2 breaded chicken breasts
1 egg
1 tbsp. mayonnaise, salted
3 strips bacon, twisted into “awareness ribbon” shapes
1/3 cup shredded mozzarella
1/4 cup crushed tortilla chips

Deep-fry chicken breasts. Cook bacon in skillet. Mix egg with salted mayonnaise, then scramble the living hell out of it.

Top egg/mayo mixture with shredded mozzarella and crushed tortilla chips, because Catholicism! Add bacon and place between chicken breasts. Offer to guests, then retract offer, then, when they raise a stink, give it back. Shoo pets out of room; guests might go a little crazy with the victory laps.

Side note: When the real word’s “cumin,” a “Komen” joke in a fake recipe is defused somewhat, I’ve found.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking “that’s the most disgusting sandwich I’ve ever heard of, and it sounds incredibly unhealthy to boot.” Well, first off, It should be noted that mine’s more nutritious than the actual thing. Second, there’s no need to fear the damage it might do to your heart and other organs; simply read this Kathleen Parker column after eating, and voilà! That’s onomatopoeia, not French.

Two of the top news stories this week have revolved around reproductive rights, though both raise far more troubling issues than a woman’s right to contraception or abortion.

See? That opening line alone’s enough to make me voilà my guts out.

*stands for this, natch

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Categories: FoodMessylaneousPoliticsEditorialsRelijun

Friday, January 20, 2012

Hunka Hunka Hurlin’ Lunch

‘Bout noon here on the East Coast, time to grab a little somethin’ t’ eat. Mm-MM I’m famished. Thinkin’ ‘bout a vegan chicken-salad sandwich with lightly salted potato chips. No, not as a side, I got some cabbage soup for that, I’m talkin’ on the sandwich! Gives it snap! And zip!

You’re probably not into veganism, what you’re having no doubt paints a more delectable word-picture—anybody out there’s got a doozy of a lunch planned, feel free to make us all so jealous in comments!

FOOD glo-ri-ous food... oh, sorry, my voice isn’t the kind of soothing music that goes with a meal. You probably want to be left alone to eat now, so I’m gonna take off, but just, real quick? Got somethin’ I wanted to mention, won’t take long.

(leans in)

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Categories: FoodImages

Monday, December 26, 2011

Happy Boxing Day

Buzzfeed had a Most Depressing Christmas Tweets post. This was the winner (according to me):


I had better luck: No dead pets, and I pulled off a lovely Christmas dinner for 10 people without a hitch. My kid was ecstatic (well, as ecstatic as jaded middle-schoolers get) about her presents. Little does she suspect that “her” new Xbox was primarily purchased so her dad and I can use the streaming feature to watch Mystery Science Theater 3000 and Twilight Zone reruns.

We had an unseasonably warm Christmas. It was 80 degrees, which is normally just fine with me except I was roasting a 14 pound prime rib, so it was more like 95 degrees in my kitchen. I was sorely tempted to turn the air conditioner on but resisted the impulse and instead fled to my porch at odd moments to fan myself with a potholder.

Hope y’all had a Merry Christma-Kwanz-Hanukkah. Consider this an open thread in which you can describe your favorite presents, amusing holiday anecdotes or whatever.

Posted by Betty Cracker on 12/26/11 at 07:36 AM

Categories: FoodMessylaneous

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Now You’re Cookin’ with Gasbag!

Betty’s eggnog recipe sounds delicious, but it lacks a certain je ne sais quoi (French for “Jenny said what?”). It could use something to wash it down wi… no wait, something to wash down… damnit, no, something to be washed down by it? Fuck it, here’s a cookie recipe.

Gil’s* Cruelty-Curtailing Chocolate Chunk & Cranberry Christmas Cookies

1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1 awl
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 rabbit (optional)
1&1/2 cups quick cooking oats
1 cage-free, certified humane egg
1/2 cup Earth Balance butter substitute
2 fucktons Good Life vegan chocolate chunks
1/2 shitload Ocean Spray Craisins
1 big-ass glass of grass-fed, certified pasture milk
1 smug look on face

Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Shoo cat off stovetop, think back to that time you meant to turn the oven on but grabbed the wrong knob and lit a burner and cat went up like a bundle of oily rags, laugh. Oh, you can laugh, she wasn’t hurt. Hell, she walked away from a full-body incineration none the worse for wear, yet you can barely use a whisk without slicing a finger off, ya spaz.

In large bowl, whip Earth Balance and white sugar into a cream, then mix in brown sugar. Insert awl into ear canal, dislodge Stones tune from head.

Beat in egg, add vanilla extract. If you don’t have vanilla extract you can substitute crumbled Nilla Wafers or just hum “Ice Ice Baby” into bowl.

Add combined baking soda, cinnamon and salt; stir well. Mix in all-purpose flour, but try to keep this step on the down-low if you’re letting OWS protesters crash at your place, lest you have to listen to some hippie go off on how hemp’s the real all-purpose flower, man, but you’ll never hear about that on Martha Stewart, cuz she knows what masters she serves.

Mix in chocolate chunks and Craisins. Okay, wait, back up a sec—stop shoveling fistfuls of chocolate chunks and Craisins into your big fat maw, for Chrissakes. Okay, now mix in chocolate chunks and Craisins. Stir vigorously; if Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction, take out rage on mixture, cranking up intensity until you explode violently and hurl bowl against wall. Move on to rabbit.

If not Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction, drop heaping spoonfuls of batter onto ungreased baking sheets. Since your oven is an unbelievable piece of crap, keep minimal space between cookies so they’ll touch when they spread out, otherwise they’ll come out as rings of burnt yuck with cookie centers. Also, line all four sides of baking sheet with cheap store-bought dough—you refer to this as the “doughrimeter,” because you’re a total dork—so that oven will think that’s part of the batch proper and burn it to a crisp, sparing the rest. You have no idea why your Goddamn oven does this. Probably something to do with conduction, and also it’s evil.

Bake for anywhere between 6 and 12 minutes, because that fucking oven. After 40 minutes, note odor and apartment filled with smoke, chastise self for doing this every single time you try to cook something, you idiot, wonder deep down if you haven’t just given in and bought a friggin’ egg timer because you secretly relish these moments of self-flagellation. Scrape blackened discs into garbage and start over.

Yields: 12 cookies
Serves: 4 people without severe impulse-control issues, or you


*oh pseudonymity, how you thwart alliteration

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Categories: Food

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Welcome to Rumperdome


I’m gil, and I read the Daily Caller.

(wait for response)

I could either deal head-on with the massive self-loathing that causes me to do such things, or I could distract myself from same by making you fight for my amusement. Guess which way I’m leaning! That’s right, it’s time for yet another commenter contest with nebulous rules, imaginary prizes, and a curious reticence on the issue of who exactly is doing the judging and how.

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Categories: FoodGeek SpeakPolitics

Keep the Christ in Christ, look at that thing

How are you celebrating National Cocoa Day?


I’m gonna have some hot chocolate and act like a huge ass.

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Categories: FoodImagesRelijun

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

PSA: Holiday’s A-Coming

I understand you folks Stateside have a sacred holiday coming up later this week. I’ve been trying to get my head round it through vigorous research around the Web, and it seems to focus on gathering your relatives together for the offering of a sacrificial exotic fowl of fearsome aspect and proportions to the Gods of Oil and Fire.

The Orthodox practise seems to be to bring the local community, along with key emergency responders, together to cap your day by sharing the spectacular Ritual of the Meleagris Gallopavo Explosion In Your Back Yard. Some conduct this stage indoors, but this is frowned upon in more traditional quarters—Why be so insular? And in any case, not everybody even has walls, given the prevalence of hurricanes and floods—Why rub it in on this most auspicious of days?—so in solidarity with those less fortunate, some drag their furniture right out there and let everyone partake of the spectacle. Heck, if they have the resources and forethought, they televise it.

Christ, you must really hate those birds.

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Posted by YAFB on 11/22/11 at 09:57 AM

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Rumproast Snack Pr0n: Tuna Rarebit Sandwich

Just gag me. There aren’t enough electric chairs for little Sally Gasco and her Mom.

Posted by StrangeAppar8us on 09/28/11 at 04:02 PM

Categories: FoodYouTubidity

Monday, September 05, 2011

I can explain


Several weeks ago, the mister and I invested in a pasta machine—a stainless steel, hand-crank thingie that rolls pasta dough out to the desired thickness and then cuts it into spaghetti or linguini strands. My first foray into pasta making immediately after the purchase was a disaster. Maybe it was too humid. Maybe I used too much olive oil in the dough.

For whatever reason, the dough was a sticky mess that clung to my fingers and either broke off in chunks before it could be fed into the machine or melded itself into wavy, un-boilable clumps immediately upon exit. I ended up rolling the whole lot into a sticky ball and flinging it into a wooded area while cursing a blue streak.

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Posted by Betty Cracker on 09/05/11 at 08:09 AM

Categories: Food

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Rumproast Ahoy! What I Did On My Holidays (With Free Open Thread): Part I


I doubt my presence has been missed much over the past few weeks, as my co-bloggers have certainly kept you amused, informed, and wrily exasperated as usual. Ms. YAFB and I have been on not one, but two holidays this July, after a couple of years when we barely managed any—the first to the wedding of a family friend in wildest Sweden, and the second a week’s voyage on the T.S. Royalist, which some of you may recall from a post of mine from a couple of years ago. I won’t subject you to the full Vogon poetry session of endless holiday snaps, but I’ll share a few, and in return hope that you’ll help me get up to speed with what’s going on in the world—I’ve been without radio and TV for most of the month, let alone access to the blogosphere. You can assume I know about the Norwegian massacre, Amy Winehouse’s untimely death, and the still-grinding budget process, but as for the rest, I have a power of reading to catch up with—not least from this blog!

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Posted by YAFB on 07/28/11 at 10:56 AM

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Self-Awareness, Lack Thereof (Part 3,563)

First Lady Michelle Obama was not the first person to note with alarm that the US obesity rate is ballooning like Rush Limbaugh on a Ho-Ho binge. The US Coast Guard had to revise its safe boating regulations to decrease the number of persons assumed to max out weight capacity per vessel. This was necessary to accommodate our national fondness for lard-fried bacon-wrapped sausages in nacho-chili sauce washed down with 64-oz vats of high-fructose corn syrup.

However, Michelle Obama had the temerity to suggest that it might behoove us to detach our pudgy offspring from the PlayStation, shred a few carrots into their Fruity Pebbles and shoo them outdoors occasionally. This is tantamount to forcibly warehousing young Snotleigh in an ACORN-FEMA camp to dine on undressed arugula while mouthing pro-Obama slogans.

It also gave wingnut blowhards leave to bellow like ruptured cows every time our frighteningly fit FLOTUS is caught eating anything more substantial than a bean sprout:


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Posted by Betty Cracker on 07/12/11 at 08:13 AM

Categories: FoodPoliticsBarack ObamaBedwettersBushCoNuttersOur Stupid Media

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

If Life Gives You Yokels, Make Yokelade

Paul Revere is ringing bells and firing warning shots in his grave.

Posted by StrangeAppar8us on 06/15/11 at 02:47 PM

Categories: FoodPoliticsNuttersTeabaggery

Monday, June 13, 2011

For this we slithered out of the primordial ooze?

Behold the pizza vending machine:


Seriously, what else is left? We’re done.

[H/T: Buzzfeed]

Posted by Betty Cracker on 06/13/11 at 09:35 AM

Categories: Food

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Enjoy Your Hummus, You Little Whore

Is anyone else seeing these Kraft TV spots for Athenos Hummus?

They’re actually pretty funny. I’m just wondering if the agency is specifically targeting Babushka-rich markets like Pittsburgh.

Posted by StrangeAppar8us on 05/14/11 at 06:04 PM

Categories: FoodTelevision

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