Friday, November 30, 2012

More archiving.


Added "Son Of Boob Tube", and "Revenge Of Son Of Boob Tube", to "The Boob Tube".

Added "Posts I was going to do", to Archives.

Added "Okay, let's really wrap up this whole continuity/canon thing", to "Grand Unification Theory (The Collection)".

Removed "Postcards From Podsville", from Archives.
The labels are dead after the remodel, see....

Read More......

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Okay, let's really wrap up this whole continuity/canon thing.


This is the clincher.

All right, as I showed in "Leftover Crossovers Part 2", "Turtles Forever", is  a handy little film for gluing the whole multiverse together.

But, it's got one more little golden egg.

At the very VERY end, we see it pull out of the Turtle-verse into real life, and Eastman and Laird have just created the first issue of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and are looking toward the future.

If Kevin Eastman is canon, then, since I met Kevin Eastman at a signing, I'm canon.

And, since I'm canon, I get to say what's canon.

So, everything's canon.

There, that was easy.

*Dusts off hands*


Read More......

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Posts I was going to do.


So, this past year and some change, I've had a bunch of lists, and a list of the lists, and, I've been pecking away at the thing, and....I think I've finally about used it up now.

...except "holidays", that's still a running project.

But, that'll get done too.
And, that list is closing in on done.
Winter will pretty much kill it off.

So, here's shit that popped into my head way back when I was hammering out the giant list, and...I find it's crap I don't wanna do anymore.

But, I got some time to fill, so, I'll make a post about it, and kill it off with that.

A "good guy", sequel to "The Legion Of Sociopaths".
That was gonna be a thing.
Nah.

A fleshed out version of "Inner-space 5.5- Godzilla & King-Kong Across History 2", that split everything up into good guys, and bad guys, and it would've taken at least 2 parts, maybe 3.
Nah, lotta work for rehashing old crap.
Gotta just let the bad posts go sometimes.

"Lemons Into Lemonade".
I...really don't know what the fuck this was going to be.
It was going to be a threequel to "Life Is Just Awful", and "Life Is Just Lovely", and...was going to find the silver lining to all the bad shit, or...something...somehow.
But, not like self helper bullshit like "Innerspace", ended up as.
Like, it was gonna even be a little dark if it had to be, like Onion headlines, y'know?
Fuck that, I just gotta do fresh stuff. Again, no more recaps.
"First-world problems", was that.
Enough.

A prequel to the "I love the...", stuff that's compiled as "Krazy For Decades".
All right, this idea was actually pretty good, but...it was just gonna take weeks of time I don't want to spend anymore.
I got a big project coming up for early 2013, gotta clean my slate, no more bullshit.
Anyway, the idea, was I was going to go back, and find all the sick and weird stuff that was censored from mainstream history starting at the 1900's, and catching back up to the 70's.

I got some of that stuff, I'll throw it in.

Strange sisters.

Has cover paintings for lesbian porno novels of the 1950's and 1960's.
Lot of ones where the guy gets to watch.
Nothing explicit, and it's funny as hell to see "Father Knows Best", looking people engaged in these hi-jinks.
And, it's real for the era, not some Facebook meme parody.
People have always liked their porn.
The 50's weren't Republican-Disneyland at all.
AT ALL!

Anyway, enjoy.


Rotten Cocksuckers Ball.

A filthy song from 1954.


Don't fuck around with love.

A lovely little doo-wop.

And if you want some dirty blues from the 30's/40's, look up anything by Bo Carter, or Blind Boy Fuller.
I don't think they wrote any clean songs.

So, yeah, the entry would have been decade by decade, and stuff like that.
Dirty blues, beatnik poets, junkie novelists, it would have had it all.
Would've been fun, but...well, I gave my reasons.
No time.

Aaand, that's that.

That's the end of the list.
I'm free!!!

Read More......

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Revenge Of Son Of Boob Tube


Yeah, let's finish these off....


The Big Bang Theory

All right, last time I brought this one up, I really didn't dig into the guts of why this show bugs me.
If you're a fan, just skip over this.

After you've (at least this is my experience) tasted the joys of dark shows like "It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia , or "Louie", you...really can't go back to censored, laugh-track-y, formula-written, cutesie little network sitcoms.

I mean...you CAN...but you've really gotta be rewarded for your efforts, and....there's no payout for me.

Basic cable is edgy, it's meeting all my entertainment needs as an angry cynical guy, what have you done for me lately, network TV?
Hmnh?
Step it up, or go away.

Secondly....I've actually sat down, and watched some of this show now.
It offends me.
It pretends to be affectionate to nerds, and nerd culture, and I do applaud whomever does their research for comics, and movies, and such, but...it's really kind of insulting.
Even if it doesn't intend to be.

It looks at it from an outside-in point of view, so, it still buys into the fucking stereotypes, that if you're not into bars, and parties, then, there's something wrong with you, and it must be because you're inferior in "social intelligence", or emotionally inhibited, or, damaged in some way.

And, all of that assumes this baseline that everyone has to aspire to.
If you've read this blog for any amount of time, I'm philosophically opposed to that to within a quark of my being.
I don't just disagree, I oppose, I despise.


Oh, it's not quite as bad as Urkel needing to turn into his version of "Buddy Love", to get with Whatsername, but...the subtext is pretty clear.
It's not even subtle.

It's still this revolting American "winners/losers", fucking mentality that's destroyed everything it touches, but stupid people still can't wake the fuck up from it.


And..it plays it all off like TV always has "oh ho hooo, isn't that cuuute?".

Fuck you.
They used to play off racism that way.
They play off every form of segregated rejection that way.

"Ohhh, isn't the deaf girl with slurred speech cute?", "ohhh, isn't the midget cute?", "ohhh, isn't the little nigger cute? He thinks he's people!".

Fuck you.
I'm supposed to eat this bit of table scraps?
Eat shit. And die.
You're picking on that culture.
You're picking on 'em.
It's just like William Hung on American Idol.
It's picking on.
I don't like it.
Pisses me off.
Fuck off with that.
That's not making strides, it's a minstrel show.
Fuck off.

And geeks don't NEED the bone of a lame douchebag sitcom, they own the fucking world.

Why do we still have to put up with this "eew, comic books! Loser! Eeew!", shit?
Is the rest of the stupid country really still stuck in the 90's?
They need their little hands held to be dragged into the future?

Maybe so, but count me out, I'm not playing along.
Fuck 'em.

It's the conquered species that should be kneeling and begging, not us.

Anyway, gimme Venture Brothers. That shows how cool geeks really are.
No bullshit tapdancing, no saccharine, and no laugh tracks.

Gawd, I can't stand another fucking laugh track.



West Wing 

Never watched it, really.
Didn't appeal.
Here's why...

We were going through the fucking nightmare of the Bush years, and I gotta watch this fucking fantasy?
No, fuck that, I felt like fucking Morgan Freeman in "Shawshank".
"Hope is a dangerous thing".
I just didn't wanna fuckin' hear it.
You don't play Disney films to the death camp inmates.
It's crass, and cruel.

I bitterly resisted what it stood for from just advertisements alone.
It's probably unfair, Bush is gone, the wounds have scabbed over, but, no, I'm just not going back to reclaim it, I missed out, and it's gone forever, and that's just how it is.
Life is like that.


Fantasy Island

I liked Tattoo, I liked the opening with "the plane! The plane!".
After that, it would devolve into some "Love Boat", shit.

Herve Villachez himself turned on the show.
Which...I thought was stupid of him to do..he should have exploited it for more roles.
But, whatever.
Just pointing out, it wasn't just me.


Love Boat

Man, America was stupid.
You watched some stupid crap, America.
Yep.


Martha Stewart

I never figured this out.
She's a feminist icon....off of role-modeling housewife-y shit, and conformity, and mediocrity?
How does that work?
It doesn't.

And how does it work, that her fanbase see her as some kind of...friend...and everyone who's personally known her, up to, and including, her own children find her as cuddly as a bag of rattlesnakes?

It almost makes me believe that TV gives off hypnotic impulses, or something.
Maybe there's literally something to the world as depicted in John Carpenter's "They Live".

It makes me fucking wonder....


Happy Days 

Particularly the "jump the shark", and "Joannie Loves Chachi", years.


Charles In Charge

*Sneers*
Scott Baio, there's nothing good about what you do, or who you are.


Rosie O'Donnell

Um...pretty much all my complaints about Ellen.

Blew my mind that she got saddled with that G-rated "queen of nice", horseshit.
She used to be an edgy fucking standup.

A lot of people don't remember, I do.
She was actually cool when she started.
Yeah, I know, hard to believe, but trust me.


Gilligan's Island

See "Love Boat".

Although, there is the theory that the characters represented the Seven Deadly Sins, the island represented Hell, and Gilligan, with his red shirt, was Satan keeping them there.
Applying this theory suddenly makes everything awesome.


Lost In Space

Cute when you're a kid, doesn't hold up.


Brady Bunch

See "Love Boat".
I did like the ironic take of the remake movies though...


Chico and The Man

Y'know the racism part of my "Big Bang Theory", rant?
This was the Chicano version of that.
*Thumbs down*
*Head shake*


All the fucking judge shows going back to People's Court

Yep, People's Court, it meant well, but it unleashed a fucking beast.

It's...really an extension of what I said about "Cops".
Y'know, they parade this endless line of fucking knuckleheads, who just happen to be minorities, so the (white) audience can look down their nose, and feel good about themselves.
And they have to perform this ritual every fucking day of their repulsive lives, because they hate themselves.
That's America all over.
Congratulations, heroes.
Good job.


Fashion Police 

I mean...this is just too easy, isn't it?

This whole industry, and all its loathsome wretched little parasites, need to go from our civilization.
It just needs to stop.
All of it.
Now.

It's pointless at best, it spreads misery, and eating disorders at worst.
Which, I consider a roundabout form of self-mutilation.

There is no moral argument that makes any of this horror righteous or just.
None.
Don't wait for it.
Ain't coming.

Fashion, is all ugly.
The proof of it, is how it has to keep changing, and changing, and the shit that's fawned over right now is spat upon in a couple months.

It was always ugly.
I've always known it, I've never worn the costumes of my times, I stick to generic practical wear.
Yes, Hyla, I still wear my denim suit.
It's black now to match my heart, but aside from that....

So...yeah, the whole core of the whole machine is just a meaningless illusion, so bye-bye to any justification of any of its little side-shows.

Y'know, and while I'm ripping into fashion....


QVC

My grandmother was addicted to their garbage.
What another wasteful pursuit jewelry is.

And diamonds?
Actual diamonds?
Covered in blood.
The blood of slave children.

When womankind joins as one, and gets the moral courage to overthrow this wasteful abominable ritual of feeding the evil diamond barons for every fucking wedding, every fucking engagement, for nothing better than  personal greed, and playing "keeping up with my bitch friends", I'll take far more seriously some of their pettier complaints about men.
For now, I'm as disappointed in them as the rest of this awful species.

This whole monster that weddings have become is all a fake tradition created by ad campaigns that's only about 50 years old, tops.
And, it's a beast that can no longer be fed.

It's gotta go.
Weddings should be...Swamp Thing style.
The couple makes a ring out of vines, and flowers, and they drop acid together, and mind-meld.
Nice and simple.
And beautiful, truly beautiful.
No corporate middle-men sticking their dicks in.
And no QVC.


So...I think that covers all the rest of TV history.

If you want to see me tear down more shitty old shows, take another trip through "Krazy for decades".
I tore more into all the shitty game-shows in that one.
Ugh, game-shows, I didn't even touch those in these...

Um, yeah, THE END.


Read More......

Happy 27th anniversary, Santa Claus The Movie!



Ayep, another one creeping up on 30....

And, we're creeping up on December.

Review here.


Read More......

Monday, November 26, 2012

Also, happy 26th anniversary, Star Trek: The One With The Whales!



Trek reviews yet again.


Read More......

Happy Cyber Monday!



Consume!

Obey!


Read More......

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Son Of Boob Tube


Some more culturally significant shows I could have easily done without.


The Battlestar Galactica remake.

At best, it did nothing for me, at worst, it pissed me off.
There was nothing there for me to connect to, I didn't like anybody.
Not enough to tough out the show, anyway.

Here I am tapdancing on its grave the day after the finale. Link.


Buffy

I've sounded off about this before.
(Here, and here)


Angel

Ditto.


The Shield

It got three episodes ahead of me at the beginning, and...I never worked up the will to catch up.
How long was that on?
Awhile.
Hmph, go figure.


Game of thrones

On a channel I don't have.
They could cancel it now, and I wouldn't blink.
I hear streaming reruns, or getting the DVDs out has been a fucking debacle.
Glad I didn't get sucked into it.
Sounds like a hellish franchise to be a fan of.
I'll pass, thanks.


The Eric Andre Show

More Tim & Eric flavored crap.
Gotta say it again, take the live action stuff, and shove it up your ass, Cartoon Network.
Gimme my next season of Venture Brothers, you sons of bitches.


Lost

Oh, I was SO glad when this pretentious poser-y bullshit was over, and I SO called that the ending would be total nonsense that made everything before a waste of time.
Called it to the letter.


Fringe

Yeah, keep peddling that quackery, pop culture.
Where would America be without it's grade-a premium cut bullshit?


Dr Oz

Speaking of peddling quackery...
Yeah, Oprah-Chopra picked this muthafucka.
And yes, he's had Deepak on.
And not to spit in his face.
Sadly, no.
Practically inhaled his teabag.
Loathsome.


Oprah

This is another one of these public figures everyone fucking looooves, and thinks is wonderful....and she's just fucking awful.
A fucking shameless narcissist, a raging messiah complex, peddled the worst quack gurus this culture has ever shat out, that part alone has genuinely set us back 25 years as a species (at a fucking minimum!) no redeeming fucking value, and America thinks she's literally a saint.
I've ranted about her before, I know, but...fuckin-a!
What the fuck is WRONG with you, America??
What the fuck is WRONG with you???


Dr Phil 

Oprah's first and worst butt-baby.
I actually think he's flat-out destructive.
I find him vile.
Unworthy of drawing breath, maybe.
He should kill himself.

I repeat, what the fuck is the matter with you, America?

In fact, fuck all daytime talk TV, now that I think about it.

It's all evil condescending shit, and with rare exception, pretty much always has been.
If you ever want to to crack it wide open, and see the man behind the curtain, dig up the DVDs of season 3 of "The Osbournes", that shows the behind-the-scenes of Sharon Osbourne's first daytime talk show, and watch what nasty scum the producers were to her.

Pieces of shit like that run the whole fucking show.
Daytime is their evil impenetrable fiefdom.
And wonder why anyone with a spine, or something real to say never makes it on there.

Well, I've set myself up for it with the above, but, I gotta tear into Ellen now.


Ellen

She seems like a sweet person, but her show isn't funny, and the talk part is insipid, and no one challenging or interesting is ever on it.
Never will be.
The music is all FM top 10 candyfloss garbage.
The celebs are all plugging the latest rom-com drivel.
Or, some Adam Sandler/Judd Apatow shit.

It's less than fluff.
It's candy, but a diet of candy leaves you malnourished.
America's fucking brains look like that puppy-eyed starving kid in the Sally Struthers ads.

Y'know, while we're on shitty doctor shows...


Dr Drew

I used to like him, cuz of "Loveline", but he got on the Casey Anthony media gravy train bandwagon, and, it turns out he also takes payola from big pharma and lap-band companies.
All the while, waving his sanctimonious finger at doctor-feelgoods who over-prescribe everything, and get kickbacks.
So, he's just another hypocrite whore at the troth.


Are there any good doctor shows on?
No.
Dead stop.

Daytime TV is a fuckin' wasteland.
You're all alone.
Seek out your news and knowledge on the internet.
Be fucking grateful as fuck for the internet.
Without internet, we would truly be up shit creek.

Hell, even WITH it, we aren't even sitting too pretty.
Things are still scary and hellish around the edges.

The only thing TV is really good for, is satire, and horror.
And, recipes, I guess.
Yeah....

As a font of knowledge, its been a real letdown.
There was such potential, too....

Anyway, yeah, got off track....
Um, yeah, all of that sucked.
If you didn't know that, well...now you do.

TV sucks, it's dying, but don't mourn it, it dug its own grave.

The good shows?
They'll go somewhere else.
You'll be able to stream 'em off Hulu or something.
Don't worry.

But, when the current sales model of TV finally goes?
Good riddance.
Can't wait.
Almost makes me want to pray.

Read More......

More archive updates.



Added "First-world problems", and "Happy Thanksgiving!!! Again!!", to Archives.


Read More......

Saturday, November 24, 2012

First-world problems.


So, while I have a break between holidays (Thanksgiving, n' Christmas), let's get this one out of the way...

So, the Atheism Plus debacle has gotten me thinking...

...well, relevant part quoted here...

And the rest of you lot?
Fuck you, fuck your whining, fuck your tears, fuck your drama, fuck your fevered egos, fuck your middle-class privilege, fuck your entitlement, and fuck your first-world problems.

And, I got thinking, I've probably blubbered about some first-world problems in these pages.
Usually, irony/humor was intended, like crying over Twinkies.
So, that shit, I don't apologize for.
That's all in fun.

But...I'm sure I probably did it sincerely in places, like a spoiled teenage bitch who didn't get a car for Christmas, so, in a desire not to resemble the Atheism Plus scum in any way, and in the same spirit of spring cleaning (except in the fall) as "Re-sequenced Photons", time for a sequel-of-sorts to the blog review.

Let's go through "Life Is Just Awful", as I suspect the worst culprits will probably be there.

"General cultural criticism", well, those are humor, skip....

"Slogan series", ditto, plus, those complaints are about cultural brainwashing you should get hip to, and resist.
So, that's a public service.

"Innerspace", blah, skip.
Torn that apart already.

Aw, gawd, "Postcards from Podsville", okay, most of that, my apologies.

The "talk I wish series", doo-doo except maybe the kid and 20's ones.

And, even the 20's one, I'm sure maybe reads to some like "oh, waah, someone employed me!".
Yeah, I get that.

The teen one "oh, waahh! High school sucks!", yes, that's not a new observation.
Everyone hated high school.
All my "high school sucks", ones scattered around, sorry for that.

The "what I don't do", collection, yeah, that's all spleen venting.
Why pay a shrink, when I can abuse you people, right?
Eh?
*Elbow nudge*

The two batches of "there's nothing to know", ditto.
Yeah, yeah, I'm not like other people, and what makes them happy doesn't work for me at all, I've come to terms with it.
No need for anger anymore.
It's just the genetic/neural cards I was dealt.
Time to accept myself, and life, and move on.

Oh, I don't take it back, understand.
A lot of what I've observed really is bullshit.
But, giving it the finger doesn't help.
Nothing short of global genocide really helps.

Just gotta disconnect myself from it, I have no stake in it, focus on things that matter to me.
What little is left....

It's like getting flustered over "Honey Boo-Boo", just don't watch the stupid mess, y'know?

Oh, shit, yeah, "Pussy Control", I gotta address that one separately, cuz that one deals with *gasp* "patriarchy"!!
Yeah, that's a favorite buzzword of the rad-fems.
They blame everything up to and including a stubbed toe, or stale chips on patriarchy.

I (obviously) think patriarchy exists, but I think it's on it's way out, except maybe in middle-eastern countries.
In the west, its worst crimes are in the past, it's just some lingering traces of "Mad Men", kinds of shit, and those people/institutions are dying off.
They're doomed, and they'll crumble on their own.

It's not this mustache-twirling conspiracy that the rad-fems literally lose sleep over.

And...if it were...so what?
Fight it!
You don't fight it by being a fucking crying victim.
That's why I think I really despise rad-fems.
They're not strong.
They're deliberately and consciously a victim culture.

When I think of feminism, I think...of well, Wonder Woman.
Ain't no Wonder Woman on their team.
Oh, I'm sure they think someone like Ophelia Benson fits the bill.
She doesn't.
Dead stop.
Next fucking case.

That loops it back to the inspiration for this entry.
I'm not going to be a victim of this bullshit anymore if I can possibly help it.
I gotta do things that work.

Well, back to it...

Snark series...well, that's a combination of humor, and big-world problems, so...that evens out.

Religion and politics, covered those in "Re-sequenced Photons".
I covered a lot of this stuff there with the appropriate eye-rolls, and tongue clicks, and hand waves.

Um...let's try "some times of my life".

Most of that's light, and humorous.
Most of the tragedies are genuine.

Okay, getting kicked off the stupid anime/Tenchi board, that was dramatic at the time, and looking back, was a whole fat lot of nothing.

Ditto burning out on Wordforge, and spewing bile about the place.

Total first-world problem.
Apologies, readers.
Especially 'Forgers.

"My Batman  moment",...yeah, David Robertson and Richard Morgan were/are douchebags, but the Atheism Plussers are nastier than they ever dreamed of.
Bit of irony there.
It isn't lost on me.
I still want to be a Batman against bullshit though.
I just have to focus my vision better.

And I will, on the next big project, after the holidays.

So, that's that.
Looking back over things...there's a bunch of wince-worthy stuff, but, it's part of my growth process.
And, it's not as much as I thought it would be.
I'm actually doing all right with this li'l ol' blog.

And, (as evidenced by this very look-over) I plan to do better.

Read More......

Happy 23rd anniversary, Toxic Avenger Part III



See the Toxie reviews here.

And, this brief mention in "Oh-Em-Gee-Too".

And, oh yeah, forgot to tell this story....

History, continued-

Getting the VHS copy of this back in the day was a bitch.
Even Movies Unlimited wouldn't get the thing.

What I ultimately had to do, was beg the lady at Nicely's video to buy an extra copy for the store, and sell it to me, and I was willing to pay double price for it.

Amazingly, she did it.
I guess my family were good customers at the time...
It came with a poster of the above image.
I still have it kicking around somewhere.

I really have to upgrade all of that to DVD already....

Read More......

Friday, November 23, 2012

Harry/Facebook update.


Added "Harry Hembock on Facebook!", to the Harry Hembock section, and the Bookstore.


Read More......

Harry Hembock on Facebook!


All right, I gave in, and did it.


Linky.

Let's see what happens....*Gulp* Read More......

Happy Black Friday!



Yeah, that's the parents wrassling over Cabbage Patch dolls from the 80's.

Since then, it's been Tickle Me Elmos, Beanie Babies, and...frankly, I've long since lost track of the madness.

I really hope online shopping ends this horror show someday.
Doesn't seem to be happening fast enough.

You can usually count on at least one death every year.
Someone always gets their head trampled into a greasy smear of sneaker prints.

The only thing left to wonder is what hapless wage slave of which monolithic soulless retail chain will have to mop up the brains, and what  pathetic bargain the grease-stain died over.

I'm wagering on it being Wal-Mart flatscreen TV's this year.
I think they're like...5 bucks off, or something...

Anyway, here's a re-post of my gloomy Cabbage Patch Kids rant.
From here.


Cabbage Patch Kids

Aw, shit....

Okay, an isolated incident of bad behavior, or stupidity, on the news here and there let me feel like good and evil were distinct, easily identifiable, separate, and balanced in the universe, and that destructive wicked stupidity was "over there", somewhere.
I was very happy with that illusion for a long time.
VERY happy.

But...Cabbage Patch Kids ruined that for me.

First of all, they're fucking ugly.
Anyone thinks they're cute, they're not right.
Mentally, that is.
Second, they're expensive, always were.
Fifty fuckin' bucks, even in 80's dollars.
Outrageous scam.
So, they're ugly, and you're payin' out the ass for 'em, which makes ya extra mental.
So, the whole phenomenon was nuts to start with...

But....on that first black Friday, where mothers were on the news literally beating the shit out of each other for the things, in hoards, like a scene from "the crazies", or "28 days later", and I think someone fucking died....think I heard that...

...It was then...I knew, I really knew, that something was deeply, fundementally, WRONG with human beings.
All of them.
Everywhere.
As a species, something was broken.
I've been looking for it ever since.
I have some good leads, thanks to neuroscience.
It's been a dominating obsession with my life, this quest.
I probably should have taken psychology in high school.
Woulda come in handy.
But, I was unaware I was on this quest.
Until fairly recently.
So, it's been sloppy trial and error.
I'm getting better though.
I will find it.
Then a nuts and bolts person can fix it.

But yeah, Cabbage Patch Kids.
Cabbage Patch Kids did it in for me.
That was the final straw.
Lot more disturbed sleep since that moment in history disrupted my moral universe.


Course, the good news, is the antidote was Garbage Pail Kids.

Fans of GPK, of horror movies, of heavy metal music, of whatever the establishment found objectionable, we've always been made out to be sick, or bad people, but, we never started a fucking riot.

Whence the self-righteousness, normies?
Hmm?

No, you go ahead, enjoy your materialist gang-bang.
Have fun at festival.

Us sanies will be having another slice of punkin' pie.

Read More......

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving!!! Again!!



Yep, this is the third Thanksgiving to be celebrated at Shmegalamonga.
(The first, the second)

Gobble, gobble, motherfucker.

That also makes it the first anniversary of the pre-thanksgiving crossover fest, and the first anniversary of the end of the year of hell.

Man, that flew by.

So, let's collect this year's mini-marathon...

And, counting the prelude, that's 12 parts, and that's a nice even number, and, that's good enough for ya.

Have a happy!

Read More......

Happy 16th anniversary, Star Trek: First Contact



The newest classic.

See the Trek reviews.


Read More......

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Gorge-athon (Part 11)


Rub-a-dub-dub, here's the rest of the grub....


Chocolate chip cookie dough!


The food-

Really ought to be its own food group.

Oh...I have a hard time deciding which is my favorite between Pillsbury, and Toll House....they both have their good points, each does something the other doesn't....

Why choose? Get a log of both.

The history-

Now, in my house, as a kid, I was never allowed to go to town on a whole tube, it was like this guilt trip of "oh, if you eat all the dough, we won't have any cookies, and then, won't you be sad?".

Oh, my, what a fucking crime, head for the hills.

So, I'd get one slice of dough, the rest had to be cooked.
Cuz, we were so fucking poor, dough was as precious as gold!
At least, that was the vibe I was given.

Yeah, well, I've since done the math, and I could have been having all the goddamned dough I wanted.

And now, eating dough logs is a normal human behavior.
Fuck, it's an ice cream topping!
Well, howcome in the early 80's, the same behavior was supposed to turn you into some kind of reprobate?

I think everything I was told was probably bullshit.
Yep.
Best to write it all off.


Dough Boys


The food-

"Fried dough", my ass, they're fucking dough boys.

If I travel the world, I'm not changing.
Dough boys here, dough boys now, dough boys forever.

The history-

One time, at Fryeburg Fair, there was a hornet infestation, and they got in all the cotton candy, and the candied apples, and all the dough boy toppings.

They got DRUNK off the dough boy toppings.

I fought them over it, and won.
I want my fucking lemon pie filing, and Bavarian cream, dammit.
Ain't no hornets gonna stop me.
I ain't no pussy, I'll fight and kill MONSTERS for a goddamned good dough boy.
Think it's bluster?
Watch me!


Schwan's


The food-

Their core is ice cream, but they have everything, and they come to your house like the milkman.

Here's their site.
Link.

The history-

Ahh...I miss it.
Bagel dogs, sausage biscuits, buckets of ice cream, those chocolate covered raspberry filled bars...*drool, gurgle*.

Dad fired the Schwan man for some reason.
Never forgiven him.


Chunky (1930's-present)


The candy-

Peanuts, raisins, simple, delicious.

The history-

Ah, them were the days...shopping at Shop N' Save, sneaking off, grabbing  and buying a Twinkie, or a Chunky, eating 'em out in the car, and sneaking back in.

Dunno why I sneaked...I dunno...grew up being told "no", all the time, so even when I had money, it felt like people were gonna try to stop me somehow.
I'm all kinds of fucked up....


Moritz Ice Cubes 


The candy-

Y'know those Listerine strips that vanish on your tongue?
Imagine that property, but applied to chocolate.

*Drool, gurgle*

The history-

I can inhale a bag of these.
I know, I've actually done it.
And yes, it is like being enveloped in pure bliss.


Bugles n' Chex Mix


The foods-

Someone out there reading this is going to have one, or both of these at their Thanksgiving spread, for damned sure.
I'm certain of it.

They're good enough on their own, but check out all the crazy flavor variations...

Bugles at Amazon.

Chex Mix at Amazon.

Awww...get a load of those Muddy Buddies!! *Drool*
Yes, they're crack....

The history-

Good ol' 1st Stop has alla those!


Giant Gummy Bear!


The candy-

It's actually a juicy, flavorful, delicious gummi.
Every time I ever had anything giant, it was always made of cheap shit.
This is really the good stuff, even better IMHO, than Haribo gummi.

Here's where you can get yours...

Giant gummi bear at Amazon.

That's the cherry, but down on the little "customers also bought", strip, are all the rest.
Different flavors are different prices.

I've seen there's also a 25 pounder out there with a candy dish in its belly.
That's...too much.

The history-

Had one of these for my 37th birthday.
Dunno why, just something I had to do.
My last hurrah with candy, I guess.

Thought it would get rid of my gummi craving once and for all.
All it did was get rid of my pineapple gummi craving.
Now, I want green apple.
And cherry cola.
Dammit.

I gave away big hunks of it to all the kids that came, and, they helped me wittle it down to half of the face.
I can't imagine having over enough people to decimate the 25 pounder.


Okay, so, that's that, now, these following links are awesome, and bring me nostalgic joy....

A tribute to discontinued cereals.

A tribute to fallen sodas.


...and, that's the end!

Tomorrow, Thanksgiving!!!

Read More......

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Gorge-athon (Part 10)


Humpty Dumpty Potato Chips 
(1947-present)


The chips-

They're chips.
They're good.
Whaddya wanna hear?

The history-

These were THE chips when I was growing up.
Fuck Ruffles, fuck Frito-Lay, it was fuckin' Humpty Dumpty all the way.

Lotta happy memories....

Anyway, fuckin' Canadians bought 'em out.
So, there goes another shred of our Maine pride.

We're down to Stephen King, and he's gonna die someday.
Guess I gotta get famous....what a burden.
It's all your fault, Humpty Dumpty, you were supposed to stay in Maine forever.


Weathervane (1969-present)


The restaurant-

Awesome.
Quite possibly my favorite place.

Here's their site.
Here's their menu. (Page 1, 2)

I recommend the fish & chips, and the fried mushrooms (natch).
If you utter "tilapia", they fucking shoot you.

The history-

Here's the one from the mall...


..talked about that here.

We went to the one up in Kittery all through the 90's, that was our return leg of our New Hampshire flea market trip with my (now deceased) grandmother.

Up to Shady Dave's flea market, and then to Weathervane for dinner.
Comics, tapes, and fish n' chips.
Ahh...I miss those days.
I can still  have all those things...but, it's not the same.
Nothing ever is.


Full Belly Deli (????-present)


The restaurant-

Excellent grub, they've got a giant Thanksgiving sandwich that makes even me nicely full, and, they have Cel-Ray to wash it down with!

So...they don't have an official site, but, here's a scan of their menu...

And, that photo is from my location blog, see below...

The history-

See here.


Hoggy's (2010(?)-present)


The restaurant-

Another awesome place.

They're a meat market, and a store, and a restaurant all rolled into one.

They also have a marvelous Thanksgiving sandwich.
Their cheddar ranch burger can't get down your gullet fast enough.
And, their pulled pork literally melts in your mouth.
*Gurgle*


And, they're one of the only places I can find Cherry Crush.
In bosses, yet!
...too bad my soda days are behind me...

The history-

Um, the above covers it, they haven't been around long enough to write a life chapter around yet.

I did try "Hoggy's heartburn", which is their obscenely large Italian sub, and...I defeated it, but I was tired from eating before I ever got full.
Lotta goddamned chewing.

Had olive and pickle breath for the next three days.
Heartburn? They weren't kiddin.
Good though.


Mike's Fancy Cakes (1991-present)



The business-

Makes wedding cakes, birthday cakes, and pastries that are sold at local convenience stores.

Ohh...man...that coconut brownie up there?
Ho-ly shit!
*Drool*

Yeah, if you're a Maine-uh, and your convenience store is in Mike's range, ignore the friggiin' Hostess (not a hard feat now) and go right to those plain wrappers with the generic labels.
You will be well rewarded with ultimate flavor.

His site here.

The history-

Did I mention the coconut brownie?

Yeah, well, um...oh, and he makes a carrot cake Twinkie with cream cheese frosting filling!
*Gurgle*
You won't see that roll off the Hostess assembly line, nosiree.

Anyway, I typically find his stuff at Low's, or 1st Stop.


So, that's that.
A taste of Maine, as it were.


Read More......

Monday, November 19, 2012

Gorge-athon (Part 9)



Jell-O Pudding Pops (1982-Present (???))



The food-

Fucking mouth-gasm.
Holy shit.

The history-

Last I knew, Popsicle brand had them back on shelves. This was 2011, they may or may not be gone again.

But, they were gone for a long fucking time, and they were gone and back, gone and back, a whole bunch of times before that.

And, I don't know why they kept fucking going away, everyone loved them, they instantly become the best thing in the popsicle section, they make Fudge-cicles look like diarrhea, they make popsicles look like spittle, they're just fucking awesome.

They're just...one of the best things ever.
One of the best things in life.
Better than sex.
Sex is done in a couple minutes, you can keep eating the damned pudding pops.

Anyway, yes, Bill Cosby was the Jell-O pitch man, and yes, every hacky white guy who does a Cosby impression is obligated by law to mention "Zibbidy bop! Jell-O pudding pops! Aww-aww-aww!!".


Tilapia (2010-apocalypse)


The food-

It's not a fucking fish, assholes.

It's a fucking blanket name for a 100 types of fish, and I only started hearing it very recently, and I think it's pretentious phony Madison Avenue bullshit.

And, I'm being generous with 2010 to cover my ass, but...I swear it feels like only this year.

No, they didn't genetically invent a new fucking fish, and the gourmets haven't been hiding shit from us.

What I really think is happening, is this is how they're going to cover up the extinction of Haddock.
And yes, they are going fucking extinct.
And, I don't absolve myself in the shared guilt on that one.
But, at least I own up to it, and refuse to play fucking make-believe.

So, this is how the cover up works.
They use the blanket species term, get you eating a bunch of other whitefish, then, when Haddock quietly go away, you'll still technically be eating "tilapia".

And, all the while, you get to utter a pretentious new word to sound snooty, and impress your moronic dipshit white-upper-middle-class friends!

"Tilaaaapiaaa!", "Tilaaaapia!!", "EEEWW! Tilaaaapia!".
"I won't let my delicate tastebuds touch any other fish, but...tilaaaapiaaa!!".

*Flounce, flounce, flounce*
*Preen, preen, preen*

The history-

See above, there fucking is none.
Yes, I want to stab you people.
Thanks for asking.
Marketing led sheep the lot of you.


Citra and Citrus Frost (1996-present)


 

The sodas-

Let 22 year old me from 1997 lay it out...

From here.

Don't listen to mainstream advertising.

Don't buy Citra.

Adirondack's Citrus frost is far superior. It's got more citrus-y bite with a little tang of grapefruit on the back end. Very tasty, very refreshing. Citra WISHES it were as good as Citrus frost.

Citra is made by the big heartless Pepsi corporation. Don't be seduced by Citra just because Pepsi has more dough for advertising.They won't be happy until they take your 3rd party choices away and dominate the soft drink market.

Adirondack has a hit on their hands with Citrus Frost and Pepsi knows it. Citra tastes like a sugared up weaker version of Citrus frost. Obviously to please the uneducated masses who's palettes have been spoiled by too much Mountain Dew.

You deserve better. Try a boss of Adirondack citrus frost this week. You'll be pleasantly surprised. Pepsi has wanted to crush Adirondack for a long time. They'd go after RC if they could, but they've got too big a following.

Don't let Citrus frost get pushed off the grocery store shelves by the big guys. Buy lots of Citrus frost and boycott Citra.

Citra is a second rate knockoff of Citrus frost anyways, you won't be missing much. Try Adirondack's cranberry orange while you're at it, it's very yummy indeed.

Adirondack needs all the help it can get so it can become the next RC. We can't do anything about the Republi-crats, but by god, we can throw a monkey wrench into the Pepsi/Coke cartel.

Send a message with your wallets. Show them you'll have nothing to do with their bastardized body snatcher clone of Citrus frost they dare call Citra. God willing, Adirondack will get the message and start selling Citrus frost in cans. Join my campaign! All you have to do is buy a boss of soda. Spread the good word about Citrus frost! We've got to help Citrus frost kick Citra's copycat ass back to the factory it came from!! 

Okay, so, Citrus Frost...kinda won.
Yes, you can get it in cans now.
Yes, Citra died.
But, it's back as Fanta Citrus.

So...I dunno quite how to score that one.

Nowadays, I recommend having one can of Citrus Frost for the taste, then, washing out your kidneys with 3 big glasses of water, and then, never again.
Remember the experience real hard.

Otherwise, when you're closing in on 40, you'll start peeing glass.
And, that's not fun.
Nothing says "party's over", like peeing glass.


Fryeburg Fair Fudge (????-????)


The food-

That's a nice picture of how proper peanut butter fudge should look.

If yours is translucent, and bland, go stir your guts with a butcher knife.
That's the blunt version.

Here's young-me doing a deliberate parody of every snotty shitty restaurant review ever.

From here.

I may not know much (and I have an ugly voice, an obnoxious personality, and everyone I meet hates me instantly) but if it's one thing I DO know, it's fudge.

When I say a fudge is bad, you can pretty much accept it as gospel that it IS bad.

Let me tell you, never EVER buy fudge from the vendors at the Fryberg Fair calling themselves "Copper Kettle Candymakers".

Their peanut butter fudge (if one can even call it that) is a pale imitation of anything even approaching edible.

There is no peanut butter flavor anywhere to be found. It's like eating a chunk of pure sugar.

No, pure sugar would at least assault ones senses. This "flavor", is weak, diluted, and waxlike lying limp and flaccid on one's tastebuds.

It's an utter insult to the palate!

An outrage!!

Even the most troglodytic of country bumpkins could not possibly be bamboozled by such a confectionary farce as this.

This is by no definition one could care to apply "Peanut butter fudge".

They dirty the name by stamping it on their packaging!!

As if the "taste", weren't bad enough, the "fudgy", texture is notoriously absent as well!! These little desert dry clumps of nast crumble in the hand at the lightest touch and fall between ones fingers all over the ground.

My advice is let it.

BOOO! Copper Kettle Candymakers, BOOO!!!

My advice, pack up those much vaunted copper kettles and move on to a less demanding fudge eating public.

Try Gorham, they wouldn't know fudge from a blob of congealed cake icing.

0 out of 5 stars for the most unfortunate example of fudgmaking it has ever been my misfortune to experience!!

Good LORD, what were you people THINKING??

If you ever wrote anything like this, and were sincere, and got payed for it, end yourself.
End your-fucking-self.
Use the aforementioned butcher knife.
Please, please, please, do the rest of us a favor.


Slime (doesn't matter)


So, for a generic image, there's Horde Slime.

The good shit I mentioned in my review of ectoplasm.

How does this tie into food?
Well, this is a story and a recipe in one.
Do not make the recipe, it is foul, and will ruin your week.

So, to set it up, this incident happened last summer, and I wrote it down the night it happened, and I finally found an excuse to blog it.


I'm no damned kitchen scientist.

I've been noticing when I cook the fucking supper, it doesn't make me want to vomit, so, I was getting a little full of myself. 

Like, do you know, frozen fish isn't supposed to be a dried up crust- 
bomb? 

Yeah, when you cook it right, it's juicy, and actually fuckin' edible! 

And all you have to do, is do math in 15-20 minute increments, and 
watch the fucking clock! 
Not fall asleep in the recliner watching boring-ass hot-rod auctioneer 
assholes. 

So, again, I'm full of myself after tonight's spaghetti, so I get it 
in my fool head "hey, I wanna do some Mr. Wizard shit. I miss slime 
from when I was a kid, I'm gonna make me some slime!". 

And I reason it out, y'know...I've seen on some shows corn starch is magic ingredient for gummi candies, and gummi is just thickened 
gelatin, and candy-making geletin is just...corn syrup, so...I 
figure.."shit, we got Karo and corn starch laying about, let's give it 
a whirl!". 

So, I start mixing this concoction in one of the little dishes we use 
for putting dipping sauces in, and..it's going pretty good...it's not 
translucent like I want, it immediately goes opaque when the corn 
starch hits it, but the consistency is LOOKING good....but...I  wouldn't touch it bare handed, it keeps being sticky, so...I figure "well, maybe it'll lose its stick if it thickens enough, then I can handle
it...", so, I pound the starch to it, and it starts to turn into a 
(still sticky) hard taffy shit...."ohhh, shit..". 

Then it finally hits me "damn, there's a LOT of this...how will I 
dispose of it if it goes to hell? I don't wanna fucking EAT it, I 
already got a conspiracy phobia against corn syrup, like I'm gonna eat a solidified wad of the shit...", plus, I've already tasted it off the 
spoon, and it's fucking foul. Pure corn syrup is repulsively sweet, 
it's offensive to me they use it as a sweetener, even without the 
Monsato terrors. Then it occurs to me "hey, I know, I'll FLAVOR it!", 
and I dig around in the spice drawer, and Ma's got like 20 year old 
extracts from when she used to make candies for my (now 
dead) great grandparents, and "hey, mint! That'll be good!". 

And I try to dribble a couple drops in, but it's so thin, that *GUSH!* "aw shit..", and I stir it in, and just in the time it took to rifle through the spice drawer, it's turned into an even tougher taffy, and I'm wrestling with it to complete a turn of the spoon, you can't even call it a stir, and I taste this shit...and it's a fucking nightmare, worse than Altoids, and there's some weird medicinal aftertaste going on that's either 20 years of disintegration, or what mint tastes like when it goes beyond mint, and your tastebuds say "fuck it", but,
whatever, it's fucking horrid. 
So, I'm already thinking, I gotta throw this shit away. 
I'm virtually done now. 

But, I figure hey, maybe if I water it down a little, it'll balance it back out...so,I do...now it turns to a soup. 
So, I figure, maybe the starch will overtake it if I keep stirring, 
and stirring, and maybe it'll weaken down the fucking flavor too.... 

And...yeah, it's less soupy, but it's more like a runny gravy now, and I've already pounded enough heaping spoonfuls of cornstarch into this mess, Dad's gonna notice the shit gone...eh, maybe he'll think he used it, he uses it on the gravy, and how often do we have fucking gravy... 

So, I'm stirring this horrific minty library paste and it pops into my 
head "fruit! Fruit will make this swill somewhat palatable! Yes, fruit 
cleanses everything! Blessed fruit!", and sure enough, spice drawer, 
lemon extract! Yay! 

And again, try to dump in a couple drops, a coat of it splashes out 
like I'm milking cereal, I stir it in, it smells..interesting... 

I taste. 
I can't fucking describe it.... 

I haven't had medicine taste that horrible. 
I've gotten Absorbine Jr in my mouth, I've tasted bug repellent, it 
was fucking worse. 

Maximum mint, maximum lemon, that's 20 years old....and you can't lose it, I still fucking taste it. 
It's breathing up from my guts as I type. 

So, that does it, I gotta kill this shit. 
The experiment has failed. 

If I had my own lab, and unlimited supplies, I could keep trying until 
I nailed the recipe, but with the junk here..it ain't happening. 
Time to cut my losses. 

Y'know, I think that's really what makes a scientist. 
Grant money. 
All the goddamned starch and syrups you'll ever need. 
That's the deeper insight I've gained from all this. 

Anyway, back to the adventure. My monster is too juicy to dump into 
the trash, and...I don't feel quite comfortable washing him down the 
kitchen sink...so, it's time for my good old reliable pal, Mr. Toilet 
to destroy some evidence yet again. 

Down it goes. 
I spill a drop, I wipe it up with my sock, I wash out the sauce cup in 
the kitchen, I refuse to lick the spoon off, I try water picking it 
off with the hose-gun thingy. 

It gets most of it off. 
Let the damned dishwasher do the rest. 
So, so much for slime. 

I got taffy turned to paste with the worst taste ever. 

Now my creature is making friends in our septic tank. 

So, that's what goes on when you're really fucking bored, and really 
fucking alone. 
Wacky hi-jinks. 

Imagine if I'd hopped into a car. 
Yeah. 

All right, so, here are some real recipes for slime.


And, if you happen to have polysaccharide, guar gum, and sodium tetraborate in your kitchen, you can whip up some actual Horde Slime.

Failing that, polyvinyl alcohol, and borax does a good impression.

...corn syrup, and cornstarch, and flavorings, not so much.

So, that's that entry.


Read More......

Happy 30th anniversary, The Last Unicorn!



Yep, another one turned 30.

Review here.

Well...everything extra I'd like to say...is in that review, it was pretty thorough.


Read More......

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Gorge-athon (Part 8)



Twinkies (1930-2012)



The food-

Indescribably delicious.

The history-

Yeah, you read that death date right, it's over.

And since Hostess is over, that means not just no more Twinkies, but no more cupcakes (chocolate, and orange) no more Fruit Pies, no more Funny Bones, no more Sno-Balls, yeah, a whole empire, a whole era, up in smoke, just like that.
Poof.
I've been in shock the last couple days.
S'why it's so late.

Um...wow...my last Twinkie really was my last Twinkie.
Wow.
Nothing is safe.

Can't even buy 'em, the Ebay assholes made a run on all the stores.

Unless you wanna pay 50-100 bucks for one of the last boxes on Earth.
Maybe Woody Harrelson in "Zombieland", would.
I ain't playing that game.

Well, here's the Wiki page.
Hopefully, someone will buy the product line up, and get it all going again.
Wiki will have the news if/when it does happen.

Oh, and in the meantime, here's a homemade recipe.

Well, at least there's always....


Little Debbie (1960-present)




The foods-

Ohhh, holy shit, just look at 'em.

The history-

Peanut butter crunch bars were always my crack addiction as a kid.
Once a box was in the house, forget it, that thing would be empty in 3 days, tops.
That's why they're the star of the show up there.
That, and the big lineup pic left 'em the fuck out for some reason.

But, there they are.
*Happy sigh*

...for now....


And now, recipes.
(Y'know, besides the homemade Twinkies)


Monkey Bread

Ingredients:
3 cans of refrigerated biscuits 
1/2 c. sugar 
1/2 tsp. cinnamon 
1 stick oleo 
3/4 c. sugar 
3/4 tsp. cinnamon 

Directions:
Mix 1/2 cup sugar and 1/2 tsp. cinnamon together. Cut biscuits in quarters. Roll in cinnamon-sugar mixture. Place in well-greased bundt pan. Melt oleo. Add rest of sugar and cinnamon. Heat until sugar melts. Pour over biscuit pieces in bundt pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes. Let cool 10 minutes before removing from pan.



Spicy Pineapple-Zucchini Bread


Ingredients:
*1 pound zucchini equals approximately 3 medium zucchini or 2 1/2 cups chopped, uncooked zucchini.

3 eggs
1 cup vegetable oil
2 cups sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 cups shredded unpeeled zucchini
1 (20-ounce) can crushed pineapple, drained
3 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
3/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1 cup finely chopped nuts
1 cup raisins**

(** The recipe doesn't call for golden or white raisins but I find it gives a better flavor to use the golden raisins.)


Directions:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.   Grease and flour two 9 x 5 inch loaf pans.   In a large bowl, combine eggs, vegetable oil, sugar, and vanilla extract; beat until thick and foamy.   Stir in zucchini and pineapple.   Add flour, baking soda, salt, baking powder, cinnamon, nutmeg, nuts and raisins; stir until well blended.

Pour batter into prepared loaf pans and bake 55 to 60 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in center comes out clean.   Remove from oven and cool on wire racks 10 minutes; remove from pans.   Cool completely before slicing.

If using mini loaf pans, grease and flour 5 pans and reduce cooking time to 35 minutes or until the toothpick test works.



Strawberry Rhubarb Delight

Ingredients:
2 cups chopped rhubarb
1/2 c. sugar
1 3 ox. pkg. Strawberry Jell-O
1 pkg. Jiffy yellow cake mix
1 cup water
margarine


Directions:
Line bottome of ungreased 8x8x2" cake pan with
rhubarb.   Sprinkle with Jell-O, being sure to
coat all the rhubarb.   Sprinkle with sugar.   Top
with cake mix evenly.   Pour water over all.
Dot with margarine.   Bake at 350 degrees until golden.

Recipe can be doubled and baked in a 9x13x2" pan.



Peppermint Chocolate Sticks

Ingredients:
8 oz (225 g) bittersweet or semisweet chocolate
1/2 cup (125 ml) crushed peppermint candies
1/4 cup (60 ml) shredded coconut, toasted


Directions:
Melt the chocolate in a bowl over simmering water.   Stir in the peppermint candies and coconut.   Spread the mixture over wax paper or parchment to make a rectangle about 10 x 8 inches (25 x 20 cm).   After it has set, cut with a sharp knife into sticks about 1/4 x 4 inches (5 mm x 10 cm).   Store in an airtight container.   Makes about 1/2 pound (225 g).



Seven Layer Dip

Ingredients:
1 can refried beans
1 sm. can sliced black olives
2 cups grated cheese
2 bunches green onions
1 pkg. taco seasoning
1 8-oz. salad dressing (Miracle Whip)
1 8-oz. sour cream
2 med. tomatoes
3 ripe avocados 


Directions:
Chop up the green onion and tomatoes and set aside. Peel avocados, remove seeds, place in a bowl and mash until soft and smooth. Add salad dressing and one half of the taco seasoning. Mix well and set aside. Mix the remainder of the taco seasoning with the sour cream. Spread refried beans over bottom of a large casserole dish. Spread avocado mixture over the beans and then the sour cream mixture. Sprinkle black olives over the sour cream mixture. Cover with green onions, tomatoes and cheese. Chill and serve with tortilla chips or Fritos.

This would also taste really yummy with cooked ground hamburger added. The big Frito scoops would work out great if using for a meal.



Pumpkin Whoopie Pies

Ingredients:
2 cups packed brown sugar
1/2 cup pumpkin puree
3 cups flour
1 tsp. baking powder
1 1/2 tsp. cinnamon
1 1/2 tsp. cloves
1 cup cooking oil
2 eggs
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. vanilla
1 1/2 tsp. ginger
1 1/2 cups chopped walnuts


Directions:
Cream together the sugar, oil and pureed pumpkin.   Beat in eggs.   Sift all dry ingredients together and add to sugar mixture.   Fold in nuts.   Drop by tablespoon onto cookie sheet and bake for 10 minutes at 375ยบ.   Cool and fill with your favorite filling.

Suggested Filling:

8 oz. cream cheese
1 lb. confectioner's sugar
3 T. softened oleo
2 tsp. vanilla
1 tsp. cinnamon


Yeah, that's a good stack.
Next time...no idea...

Read More......

Blog Archive

Labels