Randomness

[BECOMING-INTENSE]

^Yes, I like it. Neurotic thanksgiving, a bit like christmas I imagine.
Impeccable timing of the food is essential. I don't celebrate thanksgiving
myself, so it's interesting to hear about how people goes about it.

[DHC]

Goes in the brine in 2 hours.

Cooking for 25, gotta be organized. Prep is mostly sealed in plastic containers in the fridge already, everything that can't be is laid out in order of time. I'm super neurotic though.

Nice! What's your brine consist of? Fuck..25? I'm already feeling irritable having to cook for 14.

EDIT: Speed shaving with a straight razor is either hardcore or emo, and I can't figure out which.

Funny, cuz I'm neither so I couldn't say either.

[Faust]

/\ Come over around Thanksgiving next year - I'll hook you up. The goal is to quickly go into a food coma from all the phosphorus in the turkey and vedge out in front of the TV watching American football.

[DHC]

sounds good to me.

[theaddict]

How cool is that combo...

in college i had a double chamber bong and a 3 sreen indie film theatre across the street. that about as far as i could make it. i saw austin powers there and literally fell into the aisle and rolled down it.
now i just smoke joints. although if somebody gave me a bong i'd probably be really happy
post up a pic of this dragon bong
here's a great painting by david ratcliff called bongs its big 8x10 ft i think

[BECOMING-INTENSE]

^^ ...

Sounds like a perfect thanksgiving.
Do you have to watch american football?
They stop to much in that game!

[Faust]

^^ ...

Sounds like a perfect thanksgiving.
Do you have to watch american football?
They stop to much in that game!

That's the beauty of the game - by the time it's over you can wash dishes, check SZ and read the news and you haven't missed a beat.

[theetruscan]

Nice! What's your brine consist of? Fuck..25? I'm already feeling irritable having to cook for 14.

You have no idea! 4 vegans, 6 vegetarians, and now people are telling me they need the kitchen for a bit to bake pies (they've been told it isn't happening). I love cooking though, I've been very busy and stressed recently, and cooking is cathartic for me.

[DHC]

fucking awesome selection on both counts mate.

haha..yeah, thoroughly enjoy both.

[DHC]

You have no idea! 4 vegans, 6 vegetarians, and now people are telling me they need the kitchen for a bit to bake pies (they've been told it isn't happening). I love cooking though, I've been very busy and stressed recently, and cooking is cathartic for me.

Jebus! I love cooking too, so I hear ya on the steam valve effect that working in the kitchen has. It's just that when the number of guests hits the double digits, it becomes less a labor of love. I'm obviously harboring the wrong attitude as bad mood = bad food. Need to set myself straight. Feeling better after a couple of pints..knew I would. ;)

[Fade to Black]

Had this idea for a loosely organized film plot in my mind, "Mack the Knife"...the titular character played by myself, the film chronicling the week in a life of a London-based hitman whose assignment is to take care of a world-famous Swiss neurosurgeon stopping in town for a conference on his area of specialization. Haven't thought about the particulars, but I think Will Self would write up an ideal screenplay, only things I've set in stone are the details of the main character's physical appearance, and the last 5 minutes of the film...

"Mack the Knife was a perfectly groomed, well mannered man with an angular face that was smooth yet rugged, young yet ageless. He was plainly accessorized, save for a pair of rimless titanium-grey Alain Mikli rectangular frames that were darkly tinted, and a Rolex stainless steel Daytona with black face. His uniform consisted of a navy mohair 2-button, single-breasted Anderson & Shepherd number, white shirt (cuff buttons always undone), slim dark knit tie punctuated by a silver Cartier tie bar. Shoes courtesy of John Lobb Paris, black, slightly pointed plaintoe and immaculately worn-in. Hair is short, clean, precise. Drink of choice is vodka martini with nothing. Eats exactly one meal everyday at 8:00 PM sharp, spaghetti vongole from some anonymous Italian bistro nobody's ever heard of or been to. Smokes Shepard's Hotel cigarettes straight out of the box. No cigarette holder, name cards, cell phone, nothing. Face is devoid of the slightest quantum of expression, save for the film's very last frame, in which a very slight change in the lines of his face breaks out; even that is ambiguously enigmatic."

[DHC]

Happy Thanksgiving!! You all have much to be thankful for, so let there be a renewal of spirit in you all! Much love under one love and may your bellies ache from the feast to come.

[theetruscan]

Jebus! I love cooking too, so I hear ya on the steam valve effect that working in the kitchen has. It's just that when the number of guests hits the double digits, it becomes less a labor of love. I'm obviously harboring the wrong attitude as bad mood = bad food. Need to set myself straight. Feeling better after a couple of pints..knew I would. ;)

Without a hitch! 13 courses, 6 desserts, etc, largest deviation from plan was a 20 minute delay from the turkey cooking slowly.

[philip nod]

Without a hitch! 13 courses, 6 desserts, etc, largest deviation from plan was a 20 minute delay from the turkey cooking slowly.

YOU ARE AMAZING

[philip nod]

Had this idea for a loosely organized film plot in my mind, "Mack the Knife"...the titular character played by myself, the film chronicling the week in a life of a London-based hitman whose assignment is to take care of a world-famous Swiss neurosurgeon stopping in town for a conference on his area of specialization. Haven't thought about the particulars, but I think Will Self would write up an ideal screenplay, only things I've set in stone are the details of the main character's physical appearance, and the last 5 minutes of the film...

"Mack the Knife was a perfectly groomed, well mannered man with an angular face that was smooth yet rugged, young yet ageless. He was plainly accessorized, save for a pair of rimless titanium-grey Alain Mikli rectangular frames that were darkly tinted, and a Rolex stainless steel Daytona with black face. His uniform consisted of a navy mohair 2-button, single-breasted Anderson & Shepherd number, white shirt (cuff buttons always undone), slim dark knit tie punctuated by a silver Cartier tie bar. Shoes courtesy of John Lobb Paris, black, slightly pointed plaintoe and immaculately worn-in. Hair is short, clean, precise. Drink of choice is vodka martini with nothing. Eats exactly one meal everyday at 8:00 PM sharp, spaghetti vongole from some anonymous Italian bistro nobody's ever heard of or been to. Smokes Shepard's Hotel cigarettes straight out of the box. No cigarette holder, name cards, cell phone, nothing. Face is devoid of the slightest quantum of expression, save for the film's very last frame, in which a very slight change in the lines of his face breaks out; even that is ambiguously enigmatic."

go, motherfucker, go. sounds like james bond but you already know that. go, motherfucker. GO