*BUMP*
Now that the delicious sangria I made is wearing off I can probably answer a few more questions. :biggrin1:
Last Saturday I cut up 2 navel oranges and 2 red delicious apples. I put them in a large plastic container and poured about half a bottle of Arbor Mist Sangria Zinfandel over it. I then put lid on container and placed in extra fridge in garage. Saturday I put spooned some of the fruit into a pretty 2 quart glass pitcher and covered with the rest of the sangria. I then added 1/2 cup sugar, 1/4 cup lemon juice, 1 can of Sprite, and filled the rest of the pitcher with Arbor Mist Tropical Fruit Chardonnay. We went through 4 bottles of Arbor Mist Sangria Christmas day.What was in that sangria?
And, is there any limit to your fabulousness? :biggrin:
YES! I can't wait for 2009 to begin. I am hoping and praying it is lightyears better than 2008 which just sucked royally.Hello black girl, are you looking forward to next year?
"why are black people so good at everything?"
Duke Ellington
"Fats" Waller
Sammy Davis Jr. - arguably the worlds greatest entertainer
Louis Armstrong
1000 more....
"we just stand out more when we succeed because our skintone makes us more noticeable."Actually it is because G-d gave these precious folks an awesome talent.
No.uke: My mom does though, she's from Philly. I thought scrapple was Amish or Pennsylvania Dutch in origin?
As a Jersey Girl I tend more towards the classic 'pork roll, egg, and cheese on a kaiser roll.'
Philadelphia Scrapple
Cut up pork shoulder (butt) into 2 inch chunks. Place the pork chunks, pork hock, sage and cayenne in a stock pot and cover with water. Simmer for about 2 to 3 hours or until meat falls apart. Drain and reserve stock.
- 2 pounds pork shoulder (or pork butt)
- 1 whole fresh pork hock
- 2 cups yellow cornmeal
- 1 teaspoon cayenne
- 1 teaspoon sage
- 1 tablespoon salt
- 1 teaspoon white pepper
- 2 teaspoons black pepper
Pull meat from bone and chop all the meat with a knife or food processor, being careful not to grind it too fine. Set aside.
Measure 5 cups of stock and return to pot. Bring it to a simmer; add meat, cornmeal, salt and peppers, and stir constantly until thick and smooth, about 15 to 30 minutes.
Pour mixture into 2 loaf pans and refrigerate until completely chilled. Un-mold scrapple. Slice and fry until golden brown and crisp on both sides.
Makes 12 servings.
Nutritional information per serving: 265 calories; 14 g fat; 15 g protein; 18 g carbohydrates; 54 mg cholesterol; 583 mg sodium.
(Recipe courtesy Bette's Oceanview Diner.)
Wow, NJQT: I get up this morning hungry as hell and the first thing I make is a pork roll, egg and cheese on an english muffin. I mused to a friend while making it that it was arguably "the best food on the face of the planet." Since you can only get Taylor's pork roll in either the 8 or 4- slice packs here in bumfuck GA, I had to pick up 2 logs of it when I went to Jersey last.
I agree 110%.Northern American States' cuisine > any other cuisine.
Yes I do, but you'll laugh when you hear what they are. Mrs. Mike, I first read it in like 6th or 7th grade and for some reason just fell in love with the characters. The other is God on a Harley. It's a sort of spiritual, self-help, romance novel that always helps to get me back on track. Hmmm, I think I could stand to read it again.do you have a favorite book you read every now and then?
I've often wondered that myself but since I am not a smoker I have no clue.Black girl, I was always curious why it seems like Black people prefer mentholated cigarettes. I know it's a common stereotype, but in my life it seems to be true, as four out of the five Black people I know that smoke cigarettes smoke menthols exclusively.
Black Girl,
I'm sorry but I don't understand the question. I think you may have left out a few words.I'm reading Bliss Broyard's book "One Drop" and it led me to think to ask you the following question.
Do you view people who have legitimate Black ancestry but look for all intents and purposes like white people as Black?
Black Girl....
This is the weirdest question I can't tell if you are serious, joking, or phenomenally naive.
Besides menthol cigarettes, I have another query regarding black stereotypes.
A co-worker of mine (an older white lady from Texas) told us a story of how her car broke down at night while driving through Watts ("I must've been the only white person in a thousand miles!" is how she put it).
She hesitantly got out of her car - this is a notorious ghetto - and the particular intersection she was stuck at had fried chicken places on three of the four corners: Kentucky Fried Chicken, Church's Fried Chicken and Popeye's.
Chicken is cheap and for many years even educated blacks were only able to obtain low paying jobs. It's a quick easy way to feed a family.What is it with black people and fried chicken?
Probably because black people can be found everywhere . . . even in Minnesota. :tongue: However, Popeye's tend to be in urban or black neighborhoods. Therefore yu will see more black people in a Popeye's than the world at large.Why is the percentage of black people in an average Popeye's Chicken always much greater than their percentages in real life (12%)?
After a quick scan on the web, here are some items on the Popeye's fast-food menu:
Chicken combo meals (of course)
Catfish Deluxe Sandwich
"popcorn" shrimp
homemade buttermilk biscuits
Church's Chicken has these sides: cajun rice, collard greens, okra, mashed potatoes & gravy, mac 'n cheese, honey buttered biscuits.
A "value meal" of three pieces of crunchy chicken and cajun french fries and hot buttermilk biscuits all sounds like a heart attack waiting to happen.
Also, one last: The Popeye's Menu indicates that Popeye's Fried Chicken is "blacker" than Church's or KFC (the Popeye's menu features 2 types of catfish sandwich, "mississippi mud cake", "Mardi Gras cheesecake", as well a full panoply of artery-clogging sides). Is Popeye's blacker than Church's - and Church's blacker than KFC? Is there a pecking order in the black community? Would college-educated Black Girl ever feel self-conscious eating popcorn chicken and buttermilk biscuits in a largely empty Popeye's restaurant in a white part of town?
Black Girl,
I'm reading Bliss Broyard's book "One Drop" and it led me to think to ask you the following question. Do you view people who have legitimate Black ancestry but look for all intents and purposes like white people as Black?
Black Girl....
Besides menthol cigarettes, I have another query regarding black stereotypes.
A co-worker of mine (an older white lady from Texas) told us a story of how her car broke down at night while driving through Watts ("I must've been the only white person in a thousand miles!" is how she put it).
She hesitantly got out of her car - this is a notorious ghetto - and the particular intersection she was stuck at had fried chicken places on three of the four corners: Kentucky Fried Chicken, Church's Fried Chicken and Popeye's.
What is it with black people and fried chicken? Why is the percentage of black people in an average Popeye's Chicken always much greater than their percentages in real life (12%)?
After a quick scan on the web, here are some items on the Popeye's fast-food menu:
Chicken combo meals (of course)
Catfish Deluxe Sandwich
"popcorn" shrimp
homemade buttermilk biscuits
Church's Chicken has these sides: cajun rice, collard greens, okra, mashed potatoes & gravy, mac 'n cheese, honey buttered biscuits.
A "value meal" of three pieces of crunchy chicken and cajun french fries and hot buttermilk biscuits all sounds like a heart attack waiting to happen.
Also, one last: The Popeye's Menu indicates that Popeye's Fried Chicken is "blacker" than Church's or KFC (the Popeye's menu features 2 types of catfish sandwich, "mississippi mud cake", "Mardi Gras cheesecake", as well a full panoply of artery-clogging sides). Is Popeye's blacker than Church's - and Church's blacker than KFC? Is there a pecking order in the black community? Would college-educated Black Girl ever feel self-conscious eating popcorn chicken and buttermilk biscuits in a largely empty Popeye's restaurant in a white part of town?
Naughty:
I find it wild that anyone, anywhere could possibly order a "catfish sandwich" at a fast-food joint. Totally surreal to me.
I must be the most un-southern poster (temperamentally) on this site. Catfish and okra and black-eyed peas and collard greens literally make my skin crawl (I am shuddering just typing this!). Maybe it's because I've never had much exposure to that kind of cuisine.
But I just realized I've been stereotyping. Being born and raised in California, I have always thought of black-eyed peas and sweet potatoes and collard greens and homemade biscuits as "black food" (soul food), when in fact, they're just plain old southern cooking.
Here's something interesting I found on wikipedia:
"As slaves, African Americans would "make do" with the ingredients at hand. The fresh vegetables found in Africa were replaced by the throwaway foods from the plantation house. Their vegetables were the tops of turnips and beets and dandelions. Soon they were cooking with new types of greens: collards, kale, cress, mustard, and pokeweed. African American slaves also developed recipes which used discarded meat from the plantation, such as pigs' feet, beef tongue or tail, ham hocks, chitterlings (pig small intestines), pig ears, hog jowls, tripe and skin. Cooks added onions, garlic, thyme, and bay leaf to enhance the flavors. Many African Americans depended on catching their own meat, and wild game such as raccoon, opossum, turtle, and rabbit was, until the 1950s, very popular fare on the African American table.
There was little waste in the traditional African American kitchen. Leftover fish became croquettes (by adding an egg, cornmeal or flour, seasonings which were breaded and deep-fried). Stale bread became bread pudding, and each part of the pig had its own special dish. Even the liquid from cooked greens, called potlikker, was consumed as a type of gravy, or drink."
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You get the feeling that nothing (for economic reasons), no part of the pig or cow or chicken was wasted or discarded. It ALL ended up, in some form, on the dinner table!