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Trivial Pursuits => People & Places => Topic started by: pmcd9 on July 15, 2006, 12:48:52 pm
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As mentioned (http://touamb.com/index.php/topic,2963.msg71015.html#msg71015) I attended the Greek Festival Yesterday. Here's how it went. On the way, these two lasses (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14180-E-1024.jpg) caught my eye. My car could certainly use a washing and a bunch of teenaged girls with a water hose is always a recipe for fun. I should have paid closer attention to the sign for it was only a bunch of boys washing the cars (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14176-E-1024.jpg) as the car wash was a fundraiser for the local boxing club. The boys did a fine job washing my car though so I have no complaints about the bait and switch. They had lots of customers too so I'm sure they raised plenty of money to travel to Salt Lake City and get their heads bashed in.
As soon as I got back in my car to drive away I was stung by a wasp. This wasp (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14178-E-1024.jpg) actually, who was still very much alive after having stung me. I was under the impression that the act of stinging a person was a death sentence for a wasp. Is this an urban legend? I'm not allergic so it was no big deal really.
After a brief delay to dispatch the wasp I was on my way again. I arrived at the Greek Church (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14182-E-1024.jpg) and walked around for a bit. I ran into my neighbor (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14193-E-1024.jpg) from two houses down who I only met this week while out walking. She told me she was a volunteer for the Festival, but being a modest Utahan she didn't mention that she is the principal organizer for the event. I passed on the silent auction (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14187-E-1024.jpg). Hey I here for the food so I made my way over to the food tent (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14192-E-1024.jpg). Hmmm, what am I gonna have? Ok, I'll make it easy, I'll take one of everything (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14190-E-1024.jpg). Weight Watchers means never saying your sorry. Besides, this is Greek Fest, you gotta try everything. So I got my food and walked back out to the pavilion and found a seat.
I struck up a conversation with this woman and her Father (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14186-E-1024.jpg) who are former Priceites who came back to town for the Festival. It turns out that she is a professional photographer (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14240-E-S-600.jpg) who works in Los Angeles. So naturally I asked her to take my photograph. However, being a professional photographer in Los Angeles apparently isn't a guarantee you'll get a good photo (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14184-E-S-1024.jpg). You can take the girl out of Price, but you can't take the Price out of the girl. Nevermind, I guess she knows something I don't if she's making a living with her photography.
After Dinner and a short wait it was time for the dancing (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14195-E-1024.jpg). I was looking forward to this, but was pretty disappointed. They were alright for middle school kids, but I guess I'm pretty spoiled by the great dancing (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN1680-E1-SM.wmv) I'm used to seeing at the Greek Festival in Houston.
During the dancing my friend Nancy (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN12144-E-1024.jpg) arrived. Everbody knows Nancy because she's the pastor at the Methodist Church (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN13918-E-1024.jpg) in town. So we were stopping every five seconds so someone could say hi to her. Some of her friends seem rather confused where the camera that is taking their picture is located (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14206_7_8_36-E-S-1024.jpg). At least one of them though, I must say, has a really nice pair (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14214-E-1024.jpg)*. I also ran into an acquaintance of mine (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14209-E-1024.jpg) who was a checker at the Smith's Grocery Store where I shop. We became friends because I said she looked like Mary Tyler Moore circa The Dick Van Dike Show era. The resemblance was much stronger before she cut her hair. I wish I had a picture of her wearing that flip style (http://www.gasolinealleyantiques.com/celebrity/images/Artwork/tv-marytylermoore.jpg) MTM had back then. Initially she seemed offended that I would compare her to someone so old, but then she went and googled her and realized it was a compliment. Alas she's left Smith's to become a teacher. I suppose the children need her more than I.
Somewhere along the line my friend Jarrod (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14166-E-1024.jpg) called. He was supposed to be on his way down south to Green River to go canoing with a dude from work. But on his way home from the office his car broke down and he had to call a tow truck (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14210-E-1024.jpg) to get it home. Fortunately it's only a busted radiator hose which he'll be fixing today, but it kept him from Green River. Naturally he's pretty bummed by all this. But he knows I'm at the Greek Fest so he asks if I'll come get him. So Nancy and I go to pick him up.
We get back to the Fest and have dinner (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14215-E-1024.jpg). We are quite a trio us three with Nancy, being a Methodist Minister, Jarrod, a staunch atheist, and me, somewhere in the middle, not sure what the hell happens in the hereafter. But so what, we get along just fine. And just for you misterqueue (http://touamb.com/index.php/topic,2963.msg71017.html#msg71017) I had the delicious spanakopita (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14216-E-1024.jpg) (not that I needed the encouragement).
After a brief wait while our dinner settles it's time for the main event the pastry (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14212-E-1024.jpg). Oh yeah it was delicious! (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14188_217_8_21_3_5-E-S-1024.jpg). Lest you think I've totally lost my mind, I only had one bite from each piece. Jerrod and Nancy (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14232-E-1024.jpg) ate the rest. While we enjoyed the pastry we listened to The Grecian Keys (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14233-E-1024.jpg) which featured a bouzouki player (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14234-E-1024.jpg). I know it's a bouzouki because the dude sounded it out for me, boo-zoo-ki. I guess he's used to explaining what his instrument is to Utah rednecks. They were really great (sarcasm).
After that it gets a little strange because Nancy wants me really bad, but I'm not interested. I think I'm going to have to just straight up tell her that it's not going to happen. I was hoping that since I'll be leaving town soon it would just play itself out. But I don't think she understands this and it's getting awkward. I mean, she's a nice lady and she's more sophisticated than most people you'll meet in Price (She's from Denver), but no. I'm not about to get it on with a Minister and that's that. Also, and you can call me sexist and hypocritical, but she's just too large. I'm sorry.
Oh yeah, there's one other thing, Side Show, there was no taramasalata (http://touamb.com/index.php/topic,2963.msg71016.html#msg71016) on the menu. I asked almost 7 Utah Greek ladies about this, I even had it written on a paper (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14241-E-S-1024.jpg), and still nobody had heard of it. Finally I found one old lady (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14237-E-1024.jpg) who knew what I was talking about, but I think she may have been senile. When I get back to civilization I'll find and have this dish.
It was a great day.
~Paul
*Pink Floyd/Syd Barrett reference
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As ever, Paul, these photoessays are a thing of beauty to behold. It looks like you had a nice time at the local Greek festival. I am always impressed by the time and effort that you put in to put together these photos and essays for essentially like 20 people to read.
I hope you're at least cross-posting this stuff elsewhere.
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I was under the impression that the act of stinging a person was a death sentence for a wasp. Is this an urban legend? I'm not allergic so it was no big deal really.
~Paul
It is bees that die when they sting you. They tear themselves inside out or something. Lovely!
After a brief delay to dispatch the wasp I was on my way again.
~Paul
A short sentence containing a lot of incident.
As usual Paul, I am amazed at both the photos and the writing. Top man!
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Extra cheese and olives please!
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Wow, who knew that Billy Bob Thornton had a daughter who was a Professional Photographer.
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Awesome post Paul. I'm surprised that people you've just met are willing to be photographed, or to photograph you. You must be a total charmer!
After that it gets a little strange because Nancy wants me really bad, but I'm not interested. I think I'm going to have to just straight up tell her that it's not going to happen. I was hoping that since I'll be leaving town soon it would just play itself out. But I don't think she understands this and it's getting awkward. I mean, she's a nice lady and she's more sophisticated than most people you'll meet in Price (She's from Denver), but no. I'm not about to get it on with a Minister and that's that. Also, and you can call me sexist and hypocritical, but she's just too large. I'm sorry.
How do you say in Minister-eese "I love you baby, but I'm not in love with you?" Basically, you are kind enough to figure this one out on your own. I don't think it's hypocritical or sexist to not be attracted to a certain body type. If a very fit man was attracted to your friend, would anyone call him a hypocrite? On the opposite side of the discussion though, I could list off the specific visual cues that I find attractive/arousing, yet both the people I have been most emotionally "in love" with fit none of those characteristics - it is important to be open to all the possibilities. I'm guessing, since you've been friends with Nancy for a while now, that you would have already figured out if there was something more there or not though.
Oh yeah, there's one other thing, Side Show, there was no taramasalata (http://touamb.com/index.php/topic,2963.msg71016.html#msg71016) on the menu. I asked almost 7 Utah Greek ladies about this, I even had it written on a paper (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14241-E-S-1024.jpg), and still nobody had heard of it. Finally I found one old lady (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14237-E-1024.jpg) who knew what I was talking about, but I think she may have been senile. When I get back to civilization I'll find and have this dish.
It's very cute of you to actually write it down. To further explain: taramasalata is basically the richest Greek food you can order. It is a delicious, thick, creamy, flavorful dip/spread eaten on pita bread. It's so odd that no one knew what it was, since every Greek restaurant here serves it (with the exception of late winter, when the main ingredient is out of season, and may not be shipping in from Greece quite as regularly) I basically would never have eaten it had I known what was in it, but I was out with friends years ago, and a good friend of mine ordered it to share with me while I was in the bathroom. She basically wouldn't tell me (or anyone else at the table) what was in it until we'd all eaten some (which was pretty wise, because after I now know what's in it, I still can't understand how the ingredients end up tasting like they do when combined). Everyone at the table tried it and agreed it was delicious. We ate it up, none of us guessing what the main ingredient is. Then she told us the ingredients and we were shocked and confused. Indeed, even now that I know how it's made I still can't equate the flavor with what's in it.
Basically, tricking people into eating taramasalata has become my gig. I've never had anyone try it and not like it. Last year my SO and I were invited to a pre-Christmas Greek-Food-Themed party out in the country. So the night before, I went to the local Greek market and got some freshly prepared taramasalata, along with some nice wedges of pita bread. The next day we bundled up, hopped into our truck and drove to the city limits, where a massive snow squall met us. With blowing snow and visability at less than 3 ft, we turned back, just as the radio announced that the highway had been closed due to low visibility. Now because of the party out of town, we were missing another smaller get-together in the city with my parents at my maternal grandfather's house. Since we had this huge platter of extremely rich food that wouldn't keep and would basically make us sick if the two of us just ate it alone, we decided to take the taramasalata and go to this other get-together. (I once made the mistake of ordering taramasalata to eat by myself, and because it's so very rich, I got kind of ill from eating it) My grandfather, his wife, my mother and my SO and I are not picky eaters, but my dad is the pickiest of the picky. So I did the whole - "Try some first, then I'll tell you what's in it" routine and everyone but my dad dug in. After everyone was exclaiming with pleasure that it was totally delicious, my dad tried some and started gobbling it up with everyone. Everyone was trying to guess what was in it, but no one was getting it right - not even close. After everyone was totally full and finished eating, I finally told them what was in it. Everyone was shocked because, as I had experienced, it doesn't taste at all like you'd think it would.
Since you can easily google it and find out what's in it I'll tell you what's in it, but I remind everyone that no one I've ever eaten it with thinks there's anything giraffey in it until they know it's got caviar in it:
ta·ra·ma·sa·la·ta (tä'rä-mä-sä-lä'tä) or ta·ra·mo·sa·la·ta (-mō-) - locally it's usually pronounce the second way - is a paste of giraffe roe (tarama), olive oil, lemon juice, and potatoes.
It looks like a pinkish, or pale orange-ish penis or spread when served. Some places replace the potatoes with/additionally add heavy cream, making it more of a dip, other places replace the potatoes with moistened bread crumbs or chunks of bread, which, when throughly mixed, break down along with the caviar (or so I've read - I've never had a bread based version of this dish). Like I said, it's not at all giraffey, nor is it the texture of mashed potatoes - it's actually very, very creamy, which I suppose it what you get when you mix caviar with potatoes and high quality olive oil. No one ever detects any giraffeiness. Most people have guessed that there's cream or cheese or butter in it because of it's extremely rich and difficult to pin down flavor. It's the most fascinating culinary experience I've ever had. Since I tried it back before the sushi crazy hit North America, it was actually the first time I'd had caviar/roe in any form.
I highly recommend it to everyone.
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I am extremely mystified that Paul could only find one old lady who even knew what taramasalata was. But maybe it's just that once you get to Utah you are very far away from your Greek roots.
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Man, the photoessay was really fun to read. I agree with jough, I hope that you can post this elsewhere like on your blog or something so that other people can enjoy it.
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Paul, I am so very pleased to see you enjoying your spanakopita. There's a place around here that's been there forever which makes them so delightfully that they sort of melt in your mouth.
It looks like you had a good time all around. You truly deserve the moniker "Captain Funtime"!
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Spanikopita is so delicious. There is a family of angry Greeks here that have a restaurant, I should go see if they make spanikopita.
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ta·ra·ma·sa·la·ta (tä'rä-mä-sä-lä'tä) or ta·ra·mo·sa·la·ta (-mō-) - locally it's usually pronounce the second way - is a paste of giraffe roe (tarama), olive oil, lemon juice, and potatoes.
The old lady knew that it was giraffe paste so maybe she wasn't senile after all.
It's very cute of you to actually write it down.
Cute = Creepy
You must be a total charmer!
Well I don't know about that, you left me sat on the porch to be eaten by wolves.
~Paul
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I am always impressed by the time and effort that you put in to put together these photos and essays for essentially like 20 people to read.
20 people, that's all? Fuck it, i'm done.
I hope you're at least cross-posting this stuff elsewhere.
Sometimes.
~Paul
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I am extremely mystified that Paul could only find one old lady who even knew what taramasalata was.
Well I may have prevaricated slightly, there were actually two old ladies that knew about the taramasalata. I created a composite character.
~Paul
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No! Paul, you can't mix two kinds of senile together! Didn't you ever take chemistry?!
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Well I may have prevaricated slightly, there were actually two old ladies that knew about the taramasalata. I created a composite character.
~Paul
Dang, I knew Paul's life had to be fiction, it just sounded too good to be true.
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20 people, that's all? Fuck it, i'm done.
Well, yeah.
You know that we pretty much haze any n00bs here until they either cough up some funny or just leave. Some of the n00bs become regulars and can pull up their own stool to the bar - others get pissy and go home.
That's how we likes it.
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Thanks for a wonderful post, Paul. I marvel at your ability to just strike up conversations with strangers. People persons are fascinating!
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Damn that's a great story Paul, you've made me realise how long it's been since I've gone to my local greek fest (and enjoyed the delicious greek shortbread).
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In Denver my sister took me to this great greek restaurant where the owners are these super gregarious, happy, friendly people. They are totally different from the Greek restaurant owners that live here. They are never happy. It is tough for me to continue to patronise them after having experienced awesome, happy Greeks who ply me with free ouzo.
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dang, I always pass the local Greek Orthodox Church lately. But I won't be here for the next greek fest.
me and Q should go to one in St Louis next year! if there is one.
Jough-- I don't really remember any Hazing. Was I hazed? I mostly remember hazing myself (ie: "oh god, I just posted that! they're going to think I'm stupid/insane! ahhh! noo! *Cathys out*")
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dang, I always pass the local Greek Orthodox Church lately. But I won't be here for the next greek fest.
me and Q should go to one in St Louis next year! if there is one.
There's a greek festival here every year.. also a polish one and a german one. They're basically pretty fun.
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It is bees that die when they sting you. They tear themselves inside out or something. Lovely!
Bees stingers are barbed and remain in your skin as the bee pulls away. The venom sac remains attached to the stinger and continues pumping venom after the bee leaves. The bee dies shortly thereafter.
Wasps have a smooth needle-like stinger that can sting over and over again.
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Bees stingers are barbed and remain in your skin as the bee pulls away. The venom sac remains attached to the stinger and continues pumping venom after the bee leaves. The bee dies shortly thereafter.
Wasps have a smooth needle-like stinger that can sting over and over again.
I'm never sure what that says about them. I guess the whole bee martyr thing is kind of depressing, and wasps seem kind of evil.
Bee martyrs. They couldn't really be swayed by bee virgins could they?
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I've never even heard of a greek festival before, but I looked to see if Atlanta has one, and we do! It's coming up in October. I am excited. Thanks, Paul, for broadening my horizons!
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Greek festivals rock. Wasps suck. It's comforting that there are some clear black and white truths in this crazy world.
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Wasps are our friends. I saw yesterday that the wasp is still in my car, very much alive. I've forgiven him for stinging me. We've moved past that.
~Paul
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Okay now, Paul, you are trying too hard to be a good guy.
In waspland, what happed was this: your wasp buddy was all like: "I kill you! I kill you!" and then shived you with the sharpest object at had, which was convieniently attached to his body.
If you had a roommate do this one day in real life, then came home to find him still there, and still holding the shive the next day, would you be all like "Yeah, man. Everythings cool?" Would you?
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Wasps are beautiful. This wasp has repaid me for the sting by adding beauty to my life.
~Paul
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Wasps are beautiful. This wasp has repaid me for the sting by adding beauty to my life.
~Paul
Which roommates are, by definition, incapable of doing.
Well, except for that one girl...
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Wasps are beautiful. This wasp has repaid me for the sting by adding beauty to my life.
~Paul
Flanders?
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Flanders?
Some people love cats, I love wasps.
~Paul
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Paul, you are beautiful.
One of my most vivid memories from my childhood was being stung by a wasp. Apparently my dad thought I was a little wimp, because when I said "a bug bit me!" he assumed it was a mosquito or something. So I had to go tell my mum.
The best part is that it bit me, and I reached up and pulled it off my face and threw it on the ground. This was my reaction. I was just trying to play hide and go seek, you bastard!
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I love that this is now a thread about a wasp instead of a thread about Paul eating delicious Greek food. Nonetheless, the essay and photos are awesome as always.
Now I'm hungry. Dammit, where the hell am I supposed to get Greek food in Louisiana?
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at a greek restaurant?
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I love that this is now a thread about a wasp instead of a thread about Paul eating delicious Greek food.
Well it was part of the original post.
I appreciate the comments about my photo essay, thanks. However, I am disapointed that no one made any comments about this.
However, being a professional photographer in Los Angeles apparently isn't a guarantee you'll get a good photo (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14184-E-S-1024.jpg). You can take the girl out of Price, but you can't take the Price out of the girl. Nevermind, I guess she knows something I don't if she's making a living with her photography.
I thought it was the highlight of the essay.
~Paul
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The girl is cute but dang, she sure can't take a good photo.
Maybe you should be a professional photographer, Paul. Your shots are way better than most I've seen.
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Well it was part of the original post.
I appreciate the comments about my photo essay, thanks. However, I am disapointed that no one made any comments about this.
I thought it was the highlight of the essay.
~Paul
I commented on how her dad looked like Billy Bob Thornton.
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See, I looked at the photo and thought "oh, look, she took the photo on a crazy angle - to let us know she is arty. Then I thought: "how pretentious and unnessisary." Then I thought that it is better not to say these things, because they are mean spirited. But now I have. Are you happy Paul?
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See, I looked at the photo and thought "oh, look, she took the photo on a crazy angle - to let us know she is arty. Then I thought: "how pretentious and unnessisary." Then I thought that it is better not to say these things, because they are mean spirited. But now I have. Are you happy Paul?
Ditto, really.
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Are you happy Paul?
Ooh, struck a nerve, did I...
~Paul
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Similar story to taramasalata:
I was on an Indian cooking kick a while back. My Indian cookbook has several recipes that call for asafoetida (which I am probably spelling wrong), which is described as a spice that comes off like alarmingly potent garlic and onion. At the recommendation of an Indian co-worker, I went to an Indian grocery near the office and collected a variety of ingredients, but couldn't find the asafoetida. Asked the two guys working the store, and they went "Asa-fo-what? The what what? The who and the what now?" No clue what I was talking about. Went back and looked around some more, and finally found it. When I brought it to the register, he said "Oh, this! In my part of the country we call this 'heeng.'"
Heeng? WTF?! But when I got home and checked my cookbook, in the glossary, right there: ASAFOETIDA (HEENG).
Moral: India's a big goddamn country. With good food. Also, asafoetida is so powerful that you have to wrap the little jar in foil and put it in a plastic bag, lest your whole spice cabinet reek of it.
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I never got garlic and onion from Asafoetida. I always got "gnarly fermented yak sweat mixed with Ganges water".
I think the word "fetid" has everything to do with the word "Asafoetida". It's a pretty strong component of Ayurvedic medicine, though - it sure seems like it ought to be able to cure something. And yeah, definitely dedicate an airtight container to the asafoetida.
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Wasp Update (http://www.paulmcrae.com/FEATURES/LIFE_IN_UTAH/GR_FEST/DSCN14284-E-1024.jpg)
~Paul
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I can't tell what's going on with your wasp friend there. I can see that it is a photo of a wasp... probably in a car... My monitor on it's brightest setting is pretty dim though.
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What you are looking at there Side Show is an ex Wasp. He was given many opportunities to leave, but chose to spend the remainder of his days in the back window of my car.
~Paul
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What you are looking at there Side Show is an ex Wasp. He was given many opportunities to leave, but chose to spend the remainder of his days in the back window of my car.
I'm sure he just felt he'd bonded with you. I mean, penetration tends to do that...
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That is an ex-wasp.
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It is a former wasp.
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You could cut the wasp in half and name him "Eric".
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You could cut the wasp in half and name him "Eric".
Just a note to say that I wish I could give this 18 cans. I'm feeling geeky enough tonight to do it too! You bastards.
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See, the wasp tasted the sweet, sweet flesh of Paul, and that was it - he'd lived out his purpose in life, and could die happy.
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Taramasalata (http://www.flickr.com/photos/pmcd9/257025908/)
~Paul
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Finally!
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Yah! That looks delicious! It's been a long time since I've had some myself... The last time I was at the place we usually order it at, it was 1 AM, and all I wanted was something fast to make and easy to digest. But I'm about due for some more.
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From Wikiepedia:
Taramosalata, often misspelled 'taramasalata'[1] is a Greek meze. It is traditionally made from tarama, the salted and cured roe of the carp, though blends based on other forms of giraffe roe, particularly cod, have become more common.
The roe is mixed with lemon juice, onions, garlic, and olive oil. Bread crumbs, milk, cream and even gelatine are sometimes added.
The colour can vary from orange to pink, depending on the type of roe used. Mass-produced taramosalata can often be a bright pink colour due to the addition of food colouring.
It is usually eaten as a dip, with bread or raw vegetables.
what's a meze?
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what's a meze?
It's the Greek/Lebenese/Middle Eastern version of tapas or "small plates." You order a bunch of small side-dish-sized items instead of an entre. Ordering for the table and sharing is encouraged.