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07 July 2005
What's for dinner, Frisbee Girl?→[More:]If you were fixing a meal for everyone on MetaChat, what would it be? What would you have us bring?
If I were fixing? -- I'd just order pizza and stock up on beer.
If I were invited? -- I used to bring jello, but I've since graduated to a roasted potato salad.
join me for dinner, quonsar. i was gnashing my teeth on watching how quickly i got to see the dry brush catch fire.
now i should actually eat something
Today, it would be comfort food. Any and all kinds. We'd eat in the livingroom by the fire with blankets and pillows and I'd make mexican hot chocolate as part of dessert. All of this would be followed by food-coma nappy-time.
Frisbee Girl, that sounds lovely. Exactly what's needed.
Me, I'd bring a couple bushels of blue crabs which I'd steam with Old Bay, beer, mustard and vingegar. I'd lay a few layers of newspaper on the picnic tables and tap a keg and we'd have ourselves a crabfeast.
Well I actually cooked you all roast beef earlier. But, although the meat came out well, when I added cornflour to the juices to make gravy I kind of stirred in the blackened remains of the red wine marinade. Needless to say the resulting look (and probably taste) was not inviting enough for me to try it.
So someone bring gravy!
Mmmmm, blue crab! I've got the perfect pot for it, too, LeeJay. And Thai noodles! And cheese sammiches! Of course you're all invited - these are the kind of meals that are as much about the body as they are the spirit.
From "The Night I Heard Caruso Sing" by EBTG: It's time to hold your loved ones while the chains are loose,
and the world runs wild.
Thanks again, fellow MetaChatters, for being your wonderful selves. Holding you all close, for certain.
I visted Charm City about 5 years back on a day trip. Ate a shitload of crab, drank beer, bought some records at The Sound Garden, and hung around the Fells Point fake police station (and the bar across the street)that was used in Homicide: Life On The Street, the. best. cop. show. ever.
Homicide: Life On The Street, the. best. cop. show. ever.
Damn straight. Although Cop Rock was pretty good. Kidding. Baltimore is...well, let's face it, a lot of Baltimore is a rundown mess. But it's a beautiful mess. It's very homey for such a rough city. DC I find downright cold by comparison. There are some wonderful ethnic enclaves and really nice down to earth people. You go to DC for the politicos, theater and museums, Annapolis for overpriced art and snooty sailers, and Baltimore for fun.
Sorry Hugh Janus. Don't mean to derail your thread. I will cease with the Bawlmer cheerleading now.
LeeJay, cheerlead all you want. I remember riding past Druid Hill Park in my dad's Ford Maverick on the way to O's games at Memorial Stadium, and then up past row upon row of, well, rowhouses, one of them sided in alternating stripes of black and white all the way to its dome and spire; up, up to 33rd St., where we'd find a parking spot at the high school across the way.
I'd peel my legs off the hot vinyl carseat and we'd go in, upper deck first base side (Section 9, Row 9, Seats 9-11) and my brother and I would learn how to swear from the beery men sitting behind us. Sometimes, usually when #33 was at the plate and the crowd was chanting, we could lean out and look to our left and catch a glimpse of Wild Bill Hagy. Talk about Bawlmer cheerleading. Who doesn't know how to spell O-R-I-O-L-E-S with their whole body?
Then on the way home we'd listen to the postgame show on WFBR and The Logical Song would take us into station breaks. Then the AM radio would cut out as we passed under the highway bridges on the way out of town.
Hugh Janus: and until 6 mo ago, I lived beside Camden Yards, and would watch baseball on tv (when not there) and when the O's hit a dinger I would open the back door and listen to the cheering. Then I would sit on the stoop with my neighbour and drink a natty. Happy times.
Do you remember the first season of Homicide, when they had that detective (who played the gangster with the fat kid in Miller's Crossing) obsessed with the Lincoln assassination? He was one of my favorite characters anywhere, ever. I think they killed him off after just one season, but I'm not clear on it (my memory of TV shows is spotty, since they aren't important).
My friend's dad was in a couple episodes of Homicide. He appeared in Crybaby, too. I think. Crybaby was the one about The Enchanted Forest, right? One day I'll tell you my Enchanted Forest stories.
Well, someone already covered lasagna, so I'll lightly broil a salmon with butter from the dairy down the road and dill and basil from my garden. Mmmmm...crispy salmon. Yum!
Alternately, I make amazing stuffed grape leaves, kibbeh, hummus and pita bread...so, if everyone's in an ethnic mood, I'll bring Arabic.
Deviled Eggs? You're bringing Deviled Eggs? And Jon's got Grilled Cheese? Oh man, you guys are my new best friends!
With or without relish? Relish in deviled eggs is sick and wrong.
My friend's dad was in a couple episodes of Homicide.
Who'd he play?
Do you remember the first season of Homicide, when they had that detective (who played the gangster with the fat kid in Miller's Crossing) obsessed with the Lincoln assassination? He was one of my favorite characters anywhere, ever.
That'd be Detective Crosetti, played by the illustrious Jon Polito.
She probably does it to save more for herself, knowing that if she tells you they're all relishy, you'll go dry-heave; if she doesn't, everybody wants some.
I had a babysitter once who made me this truly disgusting warm chopped ham salad with Miracle Whip (proof positive that the Satan is alive and well on Planet Earth) and sweet relish. I tried to talk my way out of eating it, saying it was making me feel nauseous. She told me to eat it, or else. Not 15 minutes later, I reintroduced the sandwich to the light of day in a rather spectacular fashion for about 15 feet in a mad dash for the loo.
I'm bringing stuff from my garden. Pesto. And zucchini mayhem. And fresh green beans with butter & slivered almonds. And cilantro pesto (cilantro, garlic, lime juice, olive oil, sunflower seeds) encrusted grilled chicken.
Ah Bawlmer - just got back - and the party I went to was for my best friend's husband's retirement; he was a city cop for 24 years, western district night shift as featured in The Corner, remember The Corner? That started Homicide? I lived near Fells Point when they were filming Homicide; it was always kind of surreal telling which were the real cops & sirens & which were the TV ones. My friend the real cop used to bring his video camera along and film all the insanity; he has amazing stories to tell. Also he got to retire at 42.
mrs. jonmc is a big Miracle Whip fan. Through her I've developed a taste for the tangy zip. But relish is just bad on anything, mainly because I hate pickles. My Dad loved bot pickles and relish, oddly.
I do love pickled stuff though, pickled eggs, pickled sausage, pickled cabbage (aka sauerkraut), pickled peppers, I saw some pickled watermelon advertised that looked great. My italian grandfather likes pickled pigfeet.
This wasn't just rind, hugh, it was whole slices of watermelon. It was advertised a The Pickle Guys down on Essex, but when I got there they didn't have any.
Also it's really difficult to find supermarkets that carry jars of pickled eggs in this city.
I love fried okra, so the pickled stuff is worth a shot. Thanks.
The Pickle Guys seem to have gained an edge over Gus's but Gus's is the traditional fave. I'm usually a couple blocks away having a pastrami at Katz's. True culinary bliss, that is.
One day I'll tell you my Enchanted Forest stories.
*squeals, falls over* Enchanted Forest! I loved that place when I was little. They had this terrible little train that ran through the place and I thought it was the greatest thing ever.
One of my favorite guilty pleasure recipes --- one from childhood, in fact --- is my mom's beer rolls. I think the entire recipe consisted of Bisquick and beer.
I wanted to make some after moving in to my first college apartment. Alas, I was too young to purchase the latter ingredient. So my mom sent me back to school one weekend with a purloined can of suds --- along with a note to any cops who might have stopped me that she, my legal guardian, was the source.
I was a good kid back then. It was a nervous drive. Felt like a cocaine mule.
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