totally dig, collard greens (for the dark complected fellas in our midst), stuffing, mac n cheese with gruyere. all kinds of wine and sh!t.
Aww yeea.
totally dig, collard greens (for the dark complected fellas in our midst), stuffing, mac n cheese with gruyere. all kinds of wine and sh!t.
Aww yeea.
I'm the head of a family though; tradition is sort of important.
People don't want to travel halfway around the world to the trough here bearing wondrous gifts without knowing in advance that they're going to find an enormous fat turkey done up with all the trimmings and lashes of the best strong drink.
And if they don't come then everybody's kiddies don't get all their presents and there's no family anymore.
The whole point of turkey is that, if properly cooked, it is very nice without being overwhelming and therefore it compliments all the trimmings beautifully. Not to mention that as a slightly gamey bird, it makes wonderful gravy. Crown and roast the breast, braise the legs, make a wonderful gravy and serve it with creamed sprouts, fried bread stuffing, roast potatoes and vegetables and a chipolata.
I fail to see how any man could not like that, Burney. It is certainly far superior to roast duck, which is always disappointing because the breast tastes like liver and there only so many things that go with it. Roast goose or a rib of beef, I will give you, are wonderful options. But turkey is wonderful, if properly prepared.
I think he has just gone off to be sick
Or to look at the dents in his car
Turkey is merely a tedious lump of protein that has the sole virtue of size. Its only flavour is a rather foetid one that is quite distinct from that of game. The reason it requires so many 'trimmings' is because without them, no-one would bother eating the filthy thing.
People who claim to like turkey have little or no palate in my experience.
When did this obsession with drinking Sambuca start? I remember it being something my father might drink in a bar on holiday in the Med if he was already pretty far gone, but a few years ago, people seemed to decide it was something to drink in shots. I can only assume there was some canny marketing behind this because Christ knows it can't be because of the flavour.
I'm going to do your lamb kebab thing tonight, I think.
Oh, I can't drink Jägerbombs ever again. Any combination of alcohol and Red Bull seems to cause me to have psychotic episodes. :-(
Of course the drink that started all this shots nonsense is tequila, which - as I've explained many times before - is pure, liquid evil.
Preaching to the converted here, b. Beyond evil. One of my first weeks here, we had a big function in a Mexican restaurant - there was a tequila tasting (laughingly we were told this was the good stuff). Being new I didn't want to seem out of place*. Don't think I have touched it since
* yeah right
Nah, I'm a white dude. But my longtime pal from college is a black fellow from Shreveport, LA. He represents a mix of things: total rich kid, as his pops was a sort of mafioso of sludge contracting in Louisiana. On the other hand my friend, effete and probably embarrassed by this source of wealth, is a major gourmand and world traveler. He brings the Southern cooking -- collard greens, grits I guess -- but also provides the fancier items.
I think you're, perhaps wilfully, missing the point. The jamboree is all about extravagance, opulence, conspicuous consumption and waste. Overdoing it, over-indulging with a guilt-free, fat *******-style frilliness.
Not because it's right or anything, or because anybody actually likes it, but simply as a way of demonstrating, saying we *can*, aren't we terrific!