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Showing posts with label 1%. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Oh What A Carry On!



So where you been, so-called 'LSP,' if that's your real name, which we doubt, you mutter darkly. Well I'll tell you, in Dallas, celebrating my sister BW's birthday.


BW trying not to melt in the fierce Atumn sun

That meant going to Highland Park Village (HPV) for some scoff at "MiCo's", where you can sit outside and watch the parade go by, and what a parade it is. Bentleys, serious Mercedes, the occasional racing car, so helpful for navigating Turtle Creek!, and all of that. Well done, MiCo's, for providing a box seat.


"Steal Those For Me."

Then saunter across the way to Cafe Pacific and enjoy the afternoon bar. If you're smart, you won't spend all the money you'd saved up for duck season waders... on the way, gaze at some jewelry. 

A Typical HPV Interior

"Steal those for me, could you please," said one well known English blogger and author, via the miracle of modern telephonic magic. I resisted the strong temptation.


A Real Crowd Pleaser...

But did "The Widow" pour in abundance at the cheery cafe? It most certainly did! Then it was time to head back to base and a Halloween party for the local ghouls and ghosts. Plenty of smiles from face to face to face, and big fun.

Shout loud,

LSP

Friday, September 9, 2016

Cooking With LSP, Friday Fish Fry



Just because you've cleverly caught some fish and filleted them doesn't give you license to stare at the things in slack-jawed, alt right consternation, like someone who's observing the Church of England's General Synod, or Hillary Clinton's truth disorder. No, you've got to eat them, and Friday's a good time to do it.


Watch The Temp Rise

That's because you're not supposed to eat meat on Fridays, as a small token of abstinence in commemoration of the Crucifixion. That said, the ten golden, crispy Bluegill nuggets didn't seem that abstemious, but hey, they weren't steaks. 


Don't Get The Plastic Bowl Hot. It'll Melt

I used the old beer batter method and invested in a candy thermometer to gauge the temperature of the oil in the cast iron pot. Keep it at 185* and get that fish moving! First, dredge the fillets in flour. I used a blue plastic bowl from Walmart which cost $1.00, but you might go for something more fancy and 1%. 


Blue Davos

Maybe a silver bowl or a handy bit of Waterford crystal that's knocking around; whatever, that's up to you, your call. Next, immerse the fish in batter (1 cup flour, 1 egg, salt, 1 bottle light beer) and put it in the pot. Watch the fillet boil and pop in the hot oil, then remove after a few minutes, put aside to drain, and repeat.


Ah Hah!

You can serve the fish with some kind of "side," like a deep fried Mars bar or a fried cherry pie. I chose onion rings, like a member of the ruling globalist elite, and didn't regret the choice.




After admiring your fry up, serve it with some lemon, or whatever else you like, and eat your scoff like a warrior. And I tell you this, it tastes better when you've caught it yourself.

And that's cooking, with...

LSP