Food Porn

[JohnJ]

10 hours ago, juniper said:

People havent you figured out the basics of cooking, extra fat and bad oils means less flavor.... oil coats your tongue, and you dont taste what you are truly eating, to bring our taste buds back in line we need salt, sugar or certain spices.....which some are good for you others not so good.......

C'mon Man !!

Clean oil won't make food taste bad if you know how to use it, not overheat it & drain the food of the oil on the outside of it. Yea some will stay in that batter, but if you've got enough sense to not eat your body weight in fried food per year... not four hours like the lab rats! You'll be alright if you eat from the other food groups too, oh and the old books said you had to have an active lifestyle physically and socially to be healthy.

Just don't do as this guy did:

 

 

[BigStewMan]

if you soak cardboard for 23-hours, it goes down easier ... especially if you're washing it down with tequila. I think cardboard is cholesterol and fat free. I think it's called the soaked cardboard and tequila diet. 

 

[dtel]

Egg rolls tonight/just now. I love egg rolls, might pop

[BigStewMan]

7 minutes ago, dtel said:

Egg rolls tonight/just now. I love egg rolls, might pop

at first read, I though you wrote that you might poop.  reminded me of a old joke that I heard ... sailor asks his buddy if the food was good, the reply was "It'll make a turd."

[dtel]

Well it will happen sooner or later if I want to or not.

 

Cooked one pack of wrappers, 16, I had to stop myself, until later.

[BigStewMan]

Just now, dtel said:

Well it will happen sooner or later if I want to or not.

 

Cooked one pack of wrappers, 16, I had to stop myself, until later.

yeah ... egg rolls are pretty good. I could ruin them. I tried to create something in the kitchen two days ago ... an epic failure. there was some Italian sausage in the fridge. I had some pizza dough that was the size of a .45 rpm record. I didn't want pasta sauce so thought I'd go south of the border and opened a can of refried bean. Spread them on the dough, added the sausage, topped with ketchup and tabasco -- horrible. 

[dtel]

I would blame the beans for sure. It was kind of Mexican/Italian thing going on and the Italian lost.

 

Beans the musical fruit. 

[BigStewMan]

2 minutes ago, dtel said:

I would blame the beans for sure. It was kind of Mexican/Italian thing going on and the Italian lost.

 

Beans the musical fruit. 

well, it was almost the tostada sort of thing ... actually, I think I piled too much stuff on it because I cooked it for three minutes longer than the instructions said and the dough was still soft and chewy. So I ended up just scrapping the beans and sausage off the top and eating that. 

[dtel]

In the egg rolls were shredded cabbage, onions, shrimp and ground pork. Some old friends that were Vietnamese gave us that recipe, before they moved to Houton Tx as they called it. 

[sunburnwilly]

14 minutes ago, BigStewMan said:

yeah ... egg rolls are pretty good. I could ruin them. I tried to create something in the kitchen two days ago ... an epic failure. there was some Italian sausage in the fridge. I had some pizza dough that was the size of a .45 rpm record. I didn't want pasta sauce so thought I'd go south of the border and opened a can of refried bean. Spread them on the dough, added the sausage, topped with ketchup and tabasco -- horrible. 

That shows effort , don't be afraid to try and perhaps fail on occasion .

[BigStewMan]

Just now, sunburnwilly said:

That shows effort , don't be afraid to try and perhaps fail on occasion .

thanks; but I'm getting a complex now.  I think some states have laws banning me from being in a kitchen.  Although I did save our house when I was a young teen.  Mom and sisters were gone. Dad was sleeping on the couch. Brother & I decided to make onion rings. We didn't know the law of liquid displacement and filled this pan with oil.  when it was nice and hot, we poured in a bunch of onions and the oil spilt all over the stove and counter and caught fire. My brother yells to get some baking soda, so I grab the box and out falls one tiny clump.

I ran in the back yard and got a bunch of dirt and threw it on the fire and it went out. 

My Dad must have heard the commotion and walks in and sees the mess. He says, "Get it cleaned up before your Mom gets home" and walked away. I should have gotten a medal or something. 

[sunburnwilly]

Lucky to get away with that one ; from your dad and otherwise .

[richieb]

You describing your kitchen skills, or not, falls in line with one of today’s most prevalent topic - wearing a mask is mandatory 😷

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[BigStewMan]

9 minutes ago, sunburnwilly said:

Lucky to get away with that one ; from your dad and otherwise .

yeah my Dad was alright. I ditched school the day after I got my drivers license. school called the house, so my mom knew. when I got home she asked how school was. I said "I don't know. I wasn't there."  (I knew if she asked, then she already knew).  Dad took away my drivers license. He always came home from work and fell asleep on the couch. About a week or so later, Mom is waking him up to go to the store to get some stuff she needed for dinner. Dad tells me, "Your drivers license is on my dresser, go get it and go to the store for your mom."  

 

[sunburnwilly]

[BigStewMan]

12 minutes ago, sunburnwilly said:

My Uncle knew this guy ... this is from a newspaper article after Bozo passed away. 25,000 calories a day is quite a feat. 

 

Eddie "Bozo" Miller, an icon of gluttony who claimed to have bested man - and beast - in outrageous displays of eating and drinking, died Jan. 7 at his home in Oakland, Calif. He was 89.

Mr. Miller had diabetes and heart trouble.

Mr. Miller held many jobs, including bookie and liquor salesman, but he gained his widest following for championship-level gorging. He was 5-foot-7 and, in his peak form, weighed 330 pounds and stretched 57 inches at belt level. He won renown in record books and newspaper columns for his competitive drive.

In 1963, he downed 27 chickens (2-pound pullets) at Trader Vic's restaurant in San Francisco, a feat that earned him $10,000 and led to a place in the Guinness Book of Records as the "world's greatest trencherman," or heavy eater.

His Guinness entry said Mr. Miller "consumed up to 25,000 calories a day, or more than 11 times the recommended," and noted that he was "undefeated in eating contests since 1931."

He once downed 30 pounds of meatloaf made from elk, buffalo, and other game. In another test, he ate 324 pieces of ravioli and said that he could have eaten more, but that the restaurant ran out. He also guzzled two quarts of whiskey in an hour.

In his heyday, he said, he beat a lion in a martini-drinking contest. "Some guy from the circus came into the restaurant - Reno Barsocchini's, I think - with a lion on a leash," he told the San Francisco Chronicle. "I drank them out of a glass, and they put the martinis on a soup plate for the lion. I maybe had about a dozen. The lion, he kept lapping them up until he just fell asleep."

He took his food seriously, training for two weeks before big matches by cramming food until he could take no more.

New York Times sports columnist Robert Lipsyte named Mr. Miller one of the top 10 sportsmen of the year in 1968, along with boxer Sonny Liston and football player Alex Karras.

Edwin Abraham Miller was born in San Francisco in June 11, 1918, and raised in Oakland. His parents had a traveling vaudeville act. As a young man, he realized his stomach capacity left his friends in awe. He took pride in swallowing dozens of hot dogs and beers during baseball games.

He wound up in New York during the Depression and became a regular at horse tracks. He said many track clients subsidized his food "training."

He kept a W.C. Fields quote framed in his living room, "Nothing exceeds like excess." He tried to live up to the motto not only in his gusto for food, but also with his collection of 8,000 pop records, as well as pranks such as giving dinner hosts 50 dozen roses that would fill up every available vase, jar, bath tub, and sink.

In 1946, he married Janice Bidwell, a former princess of the Pasadena Rose Bowl, apparently winning her over with what a friend said was "a sea of perfume, furs, and diamonds." Ten years later, she suffered a brain hemorrhage that left her an invalid until her death in 2001.

They had three daughters, two of whom survive: Virginia "Cooky" Logan of Napa, Calif., and Candice Blackman of Pleasant Hill, Calif.; and four grandchildren. Daughter Janice "Honey" Miller, died in a car accident in the 1970s.

He gave up trying to compete after his daughter died, and his weight gradually plummeted to 170 pounds.

In his prime, he told an Oakland reporter that the greatest regret of his life was never to have met Diamond Jim Brady, the legendary big spender also known for his appetites.

"There was a man," he said of Brady, who died in 1917. "But I think I could have taken him. I understand he was strong, mighty strong in the meat department but he was vulnerable in the pastry. Me, I have no weaknesses."