Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
I hear in prisons that they do some mixture with Sunny Delight, which they allow to ferment under the toilet. I don't know if they have to add sugar or not. Anyway, I guess liquor is liquor to them.
Now, I am curious. Do people drink to get drunk...or do they actually like the taste of liquor? Now myself, I don't tend to drink liquor very much, but I do enjoy using it in my cooking. To many of the neighbors around my parts, what I do is perfectly criminal. However, liquor can transform an ordinary sauce into something quite divine.
Of course, I don't really expect someone who drinks fermented Sunny Delight, particularly that has been sitting under a prison toilet, to understand.
I don't care if the glass is half full or half empty, I'm just glad to have a glass.
I used to drink for the effects - and taste was secondary. Now I drink little except in my coffee down the allotment and watching the football. I did have a great bottle of Jim Beam Bourbon with honey for Christmas, which I really liked, and I drank for the flavour. I'll ask for that again. I like spiced rum in coffee. Superb.
My Mother in Law once made a brilliant hot trifle with loads of sherry in it. It was great, and I like alcohol in cooking. My Grandma used to make really nice sherry trifles, and wine is great in gravy.
It's for the effects - which are by no means all bad. We brits are a bit uptight, we use it for a social lubricant.
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There's no hard & fast rule, although I think it's fair to say more young people drink to get drunk and don't care what does the trick.
From my own perspective, I don't drink any alcohol that isn't worth drinking in its own right: champagne, single-malt scotch, the occasional liqueur, a top-line brandy, an award-winning dark ale or a martini made by someone who knows how to make them. (like me) I haven't been drunk for close to 30 years, though.
I class booze as another sensual pleasure and special treat.
As Mick says, drinking a little to loosen up is fine, but there's a line most of us learn to stay inside when we get older. Some people never learn and I have alcoholic mates that drink 2 litres of wine a day.
Hear hear!
I use a lot more alcohol in cooking than I do in drinking; there are few meals I cook that don't require at least a good splosh of wine.
Pretty sure I could pass on that!
After the swine 'flu panic, our prisons introduced antiseptic handwash. The prison authorities forgot that it is made up of about 60% alcohol, but the prisoners didn't!
They don't use it now.
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
I must admit, after trying to remove tons of vines and dead leaves from under several overgrown trees in our yard and having one which likes to drop a few branches on the roof each hurricane; I am all for cutting them all down. I'm just trying to decide whether to take the affordable route with the half blind Jamaican fellow that drinks a few cups of rum, waits until after dark and goes up side the tree with a chain saw in a cherry picker, or check out the fellows with insurance who want so much money I will have to put a lean against all Silent's future income...
Now, where to have the picnic...We could have a real southern picnic at Sanchos next to his pool, or...near Pauls shed; I think we might even find Jockey still in there. Drambuie, everyone is raving about it. I'm pretty sure any liquor I get over on your side of the pond would have me dancing on tables for days.
I think Jockey did come back for a bit didn't he? I think some of us just fall asleep at the computer keys after we come home from a days work or, in my case, loafing. I still can't quite get the appreciation of bagpipes and men in kilts. I saw a pic of Prince Charles and his dad in kilts...gracious, what a hideous site, it even overwhelmed my curiosity about what happens in Scotland with a bit of a wind storm.
Yes, in those days, Silent needed a bit of Champagne to come out of her shell. Now, like her mother, she leaves the shell off and throws caution to the wind....
Hum, I don't think it was my head....any body know where my lady shick razor is; I need to check a blast from the past....
Yes, I thought your youtube skit was brilliant. Good luck with your application. I don't know why job interviews are such a process now; I can remember when you used to go into a place with a pair of short shorts and a itty bitty top, flirt with a manager and bang...you had a job...uh, don't try that fellows...Uh, you either Silent.
What's a footie?
I don't think after that, you'd notice if your toes were frozen; sounds devine.
I must admit, Silent's tales are always so inventive that I never mind hearing them, even when they are about me. Of course, in a few years, when I have Dementia...or more than I have now, it might be a little worrisome as I will believe them.
Silent is a fantastic cook for sure...I think she could out do Martha Stewart, even if she were in prison and only had Sunny Delight on hand.
Nothing is better than a bit of liquor in coffee...I like Kahlua in mine.
Funny thing about the Brits and alcohol is that it never seems to dull the senses. Three hours after they're tipsy, they are still discussing politics.
Atheist is a heck of a cook too; I think maybe we should have a cook off with Silent and Atheist...and whoever else cooks...all the local meals...
Really, antiseptic in the prisons?
Oh, yes! A cook-off! That would be fun! How about it, Athiest? We could even put it on Youtube! Nothing people love more than a reality show, particularly if someone has a foreign accent! Brits wouldn't need liquor if they watched more reality shows. Reality shows have been dumbing down America over the years that now people don't need to drink anymore to act like total idiots! They are already that way!
Here is my contribution--a real crowd-pleasing dish. And I don't need to cook it!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-Ipr...FDC4BA&index=4
It is amazing how people can get to the point where they aren't particular where their alcohol comes from. I think I recall mom telling me about how her mother used to have to hide the shaving lotion and rubbing alcoholic when another relative came to visit because he used to try to drink it.
I don't care if the glass is half full or half empty, I'm just glad to have a glass.
Well then,
Come one - Come all
Big and Small
Short and Tall
Them and Y'all
- to the 1st annual Barn Dance, Barbecue, and Book-Club Shin-dig at El Sancho's Backyard Pool and Frog Pond.
It's gonna be a hoity-toity, high-class affair so dress appropriately - flip-flops and cut-offs for the gentlemen, tube tops and sweat pants for the ladies.
Bring the kiddies. There'll be free rides (aka El Sancho's tractor - psst, I've got a pasture that needs Bush-hogging). If your kids are small, bring two of 'em. One can steer and operate the PTO while the other one can work the pedals.
Mick can bring Fred-the-Octogenarian and Fred can bring a couple of jugs of his hooch.
Silent can bring the Sunny-D.
Paul is in charge of the salad bar.
And Gill is in charge of the Flaming Hookers and the bagpipes (hey-hey-hey, minds out of the gutter, one is a reeded instrument and the other is a drink made with Drambuie that just happens to be on fire).
Speaking of music, since it'll be such a high-class gathering there'll be a string quartet, which as you all know consists of a banjo, a fiddle, a guitar, and a one-string washtub-and-broomstick bass. Perhaps we should invite Emil.
I'll set up a couple of tables so's Sound-O can dance.
Atheist, we'll have it on Sunday. That way all the Evangelicals will be safely ensconced in their churches and we can sneak you out here without any nasty hullabaloo with the locals.
Well, that should do it.
Wait! Directions:
From the city of Atlanta, take U.S. 19/41 (Tara Blvd.) and go south. When you pass Scarlet O'Horror 's place you'll come a fork in the road - take it. Go past Roy-Gene's Pig Emporium and turn right, which is where you will depart the paved surface. You'll see a mobile-home park on your left and a Meth Lab on your right - keep going straight (don't slow down). My place will be another 10 miles down the way. You can't miss it. If it has just rained or something, 4WD may come in handy.
See you-all there.
Uhhhh...
I think we've gone with Sancho's place. That hut smells!
Thanks!
Now I need to bleach my brain!
Nah, you'll forget about 2 minutes later.
Stupid eh?
It's not as though prisoners are the cleanest people and needed it.
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
Sure, I'll be a starter!
As it happens, I've been posting recipes lately for people who can't afford to spend a lot of money. Tasty, nutritious food that people seem to be too stupid to figure out for themselves.
Have a look around - there are still more to come, but remember, this is the cheap stuff. When I'm in cooking mode, it's fillet steak all the way!
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
Here's a dish I made last night. (Mrs P is at her Mother's)
Take one lump of dead sheep, put in a pot with potatoes.
Put it in Aga at bed time.
Take it out in the morning.
Eat throughout the day, until wife returns.
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@Athiest--the fish cakes sound good! We are always looking for new ways to cook salmon.
Okay, I need to ask...the Flaming Hookers. Are they as interesting as their name implies...or is this another case where the Brits have used a term for an ordinary object that has a totally different meaning in America? You know...fags are cigarettes and a pussy is a sweet old lady (I think)...two terms that have totally different meanings in America. You cannot imagine what I was thinking when I heard that Robbie Williams song where he croons, "My breath smells like a thousand fags" (I didn't realize he meant cigarettes).
Anyway, I don't want to make an arse of myself, so I hope you gents will be good enough to enlighten me. Don't want to go to Sancho's place with a bunch of kiddies around with a certain expectation of what a Flaming Hooker is, and then find out it is the name of your lawnmower or something.
I don't care if the glass is half full or half empty, I'm just glad to have a glass.