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Sunday, September 2, 2007

Milanesa de Pollo

That means chicken milanesa. The word milanesa has no translation but it would appear that its origin is from Milan, Italy. Argentina has a whole lot of Italian in its culture.

And that means it's recipe time again. I've got to post something here - that black bastard's picture is wearing me out. It's ingrained already! And I am hungered, so talking about food appeals to me at the moment.

The other day I grabbed up a big package of boneless, skinless chicken breasts that were on sale and they need to be cooked. I decided to make milanesas de pollo today. My days of rib eyes, tenderloin, New York strips, etc. are over for now - unless a nice fat cow happens to wander into my backyard...

Thanks to the chicken littles screeching their pinheads off about global warming, ethanol fuel is big now, causing the price of corn to skyrocket and along with it, meat, milk, cheese - every frickin thing that consumes corn along its way to the grocery stores.

If you must have ethanol fuel, it would make more sense to make it out of sugar cane, like they've been doing forever in Argentina, but what do I know. There are plenty of third world countries, like Louisiana, that grow sugar cane from where we can buy it. Don't need to use up our arable land for it. God, how I hate those fanatical, tyrannical environmentalists.

Anyway, milanesa de pollo is a typical Argentine dish. Milanesas, without the pollo part, are a different dish made out of beef, similar but a slightly different recipe. That's for another day. My friends here really like both styles of milanesas. One ex-boyfriend, who was a total meat and potatoes man, just loved the meat milanesas and learned from me how to make them. He still cooks them up for his family.

This is a very easy recipe, not fancy, but a simple, everyday way to cook up chicken.

Ingredients:
  • boneless, skinless chicken breasts or tenders.
    The tenders are the most convenient as they don't need cutting to size. Don't try this with thigh meat! It will not work. Take my word for it. If you don't believe me, just try it, but don't say I didn't warn you. You'll end up with raw chicken on the inside and burnt breading on the outside. Never eat undercooked chicken. I'll eat beef blood rare, but you're asking for big trouble if you try that with chicken.
  • eggs
  • milk
  • bread crumbs
    I don't buy canned bread crumbs anymore. If you read the ingredients, you'll see that they contain hydrogenated oil. Bastards. They will sneak that crap into everything. I make my own bread crumbs. It's very easy and a good use of your stale bread. Just put the stale bread into your blender, start it up and you'll see fine bread crumbs created right before your eyes. I suppose you can freeze it if you don't have any immediate need to bread crumbs.
  • salt
  • pepper
Putting it all together:

The egg bath
  1. Rinse the chicken under cold running water, dry on paper towels - remember my paper towel and newspaper trick. Pat the tops dry.
  2. Season chicken on both sides with salt and pepper
  3. Whole breast pieces that include both sides will need to be cut in half
  4. In a bowel large enough to fit all the chicken, break a few eggs.
  5. Pour a bit of milk in there. Not a cup's worth, maybe 1/4 cup for three eggs.
  6. Season with salt and pepper.
  7. Beat it all up until it's a uniform mixture.
  8. Put all the chicken in the egg mixture.
  9. You can let it sit there a while or even until much later. Just cover the bowel and put it in the fridge until you're ready to bread them.
Breading the chicken
  1. For breading, I use a large pizza pan. It has a short rim and a big surface area, making it ideal for breading stuff.
  2. I pour the bread crumbs into the pizza pan and shake the pan a bit to spread all the crumbs around.
  3. Lift a piece of chicken from the egg mixture, let the egg drip off a bit, then lay it on the bread crumbs.
  4. Cover the top of the chicken with bread crumbs.
  5. With the base of the palm of your hand, firmly pound the chicken. This serves two purposes. It flattens out the chicken and secures the bread crumbs to it.
  6. Turn it over and do the same. Be sure you lay it back down on bread crumbs when you turn it over or it will stick to the bottom of the pan.
  7. Pick up the breaded chicken and shake off the excess bread crumbs. Here's how I do that. I dangle the chicken with one hand. With my other hand I form a little wall with all my fingers, and kind of slap the chicken against it. It's hard to describe. Somehow shake off the excess bread crumbs.
  8. Lay the breaded piece on a plate. You will end up with a pile of all the flattened, breaded pieces that you can either fry right then or just cover and put in the fridge until you're ready to fry them.
Frying the chicken
  1. Add some oil to a frying pan. About a quarter inch high.
  2. Heat the oil at moderate high
  3. Carefully add the chicken to the heated oil.
  4. The sizzle you will hear should sound like a light rain, not a heavy downpour.
  5. The pieces should not be very thick, not much more than an inch thick, so it should cook up in a few minutes. You will cook them on each side for about 5 minutes.
  6. Remove from the pan, and put on paper towels to drain.
  7. You may need to change out the oil if it gets too dark.
  8. Pile them up on another plate and serve up.

I will usually accompany milanesas de pollo with mashed potatoes and a tossed salad. It is customary to squeeze a little lemon over the top, but that's up to the individual. Lemon wedges are normally placed on the platter with the milanesas.

The kids really like them, especially if you make them small, from chicken tenders. They're like chicken McNuggets and there doesn't exist a child who will not scarf those down.

I'd get started on them right now, but I have no bread crumbs. Since I don't eat bread, there's never stale bread around here from which to make bread crumbs. I'll have to make a trip to the store and see if I can find some bread crumbs without that plastic poison in it.

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Friday, August 24, 2007

911, What Is Your Emergency...?

AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH! I'm an idiot who's going to die now because I don't have a gun!

I want this picture up here so it will be ingrained in my mind. How I'd love to run into this rabid piece of black shit. Well, in all honesty, I'd really prefer my cousin run into him. He's a much better shot, is very experienced at eliminating varmints and would not lose one wink of sleep over it. I, on the other hand, would be quite shaken - satisfied, but shaken. The experience of blowing a man away would reverberate around in my head and I'd probably lose some sleep. I would not want to be inconvenienced that way.

Here are some articles about this bipedal terror who remains at large in my area. The composite picture of him, shown below, was just released yesterday.


11 Apr 2007

Frisco police say the man who broke into a woman's apartment could be responsible for as many as 18 other similar crimes in the Metroplex over the last two years.

Schepps Dairy is offering a $10,000 reward for information leading to the arrest and grand jury indictment of the suspect.

"This guy has proven himself to be a brutal attacker," said Frisco police Sgt. Gina McFarlin.

In Tuesday's attack, he used a sawed-off shotgun to force his way in through a sliding glass door on a first floor apartment.

He demanded the victim's purse, tied her up, sexually assaulted her, and then stabbed her.

"He has absolutely no remorse," said McFarlin. "It seems he left her for dead. At one point he checked her pulse to see if she was alive."

Police say she played dead, and when he moved into another room, she tried to make a run for it and he stabbed her again. The attacker finally left the apartment with the woman's ATM card, which he was recorded using in Southlake. However, his face was not visible.

A suspect fitting the same description is wanted for a number of violent attacks in Plano.

In November 2005, a woman was sexually assaulted and robbed gunpoint. In December 2006 it happened again, at another apartment complex.

In June 2005, a man was found dead in his apartment, from a gunshot wound to the leg.

Just a few months later in November 2005, a suspect demanded money from two men in an apartment, then forced them to withdraw money from an ATM.

The goal for police is to get the suspect before anyone else is hurt, or worse.

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23 Aug 2007

Frisco and Plano police have banded together to stop a serial rapist and home invader who has attacked at least 20 North Texas women in the last two years.

The latest happened in April, when a Frisco woman was sexually assaulted and stabbed several times. The victim survived and eventually was able to provide police with more details.

On Thursday they released a composite computerized sketch of the man who is in his 20s or 30s, standing about 6 feet tall and weighing about 200 pounds. Officers issued that sketch along with a Home Invasion Tipline: 972-941-2148.

According to America's Most Wanted, these are the crimes this man is connected with over the last two years:

May 20, 2005- Tonti Lakeside Apartments, Dallas
May 23, 2005- Courtyard at Knox Park Apts., Dallas
May 25, 2005- Riverchase, Coppell
May 26, 2005- Renaissance Park Apartments, Dallas
May 27, 2005- Marquis at Waterview, Richardson
May 27, 2005- Renaissance Apartments, Dallas
May 27, 2005- Churchill on the Park, Dallas
June 1, 2005- The Gables Apartments, Garland
June 2, 2005- Avendale on Preston, Plano
June 3, 2005- Sweetwater Ranch, Richardson
June 6, 2005- Jefferson Place Apartments, Irving
June 10, 2005- Wimberly Apartments, Dallas
June 14, 2005- Carlyle Apartments, Dallas
November 3, 2005- Camden Farmers Market, Dallas
November 7, 2005- La Costa Apartments, Plano
November 8, 2005- Waters Edge in Legacy, Plano
May 15, 2006- 14400 Montfort Drive, Dallas
May 17, 2006- 1121 Beachview, Dallas
April 10, 2007- 9400 Wade Blvd. Frisco

If you have any information about these crimes, call the Home Invasion Tipline: 972-941-2148.

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He is known for entering through a sliding door, and is said to target women on the ground floor who leave their lights on. He then forces his way into the apartment with a shotgun, ties up the victim, and takes her money, ATM card and code.

The suspect is described as a black male, approximately 6 feet 2 inches, who sometimes wears a bandanna around his face.


One of those victims on that list lived directly across the street from my friend's condo. Her place is a two-story, with a sliding glass door on the ground floor. He could just as easily have targeted her.

If one, JUST ONE, of those women had owned a gun, this monster would very likely have been stopped dead in his tracks. But every single one of them owned a TELEPHONE! You know - our lifeline - that indispensable weapon on which most people rely to guard their very lives. A lot of freaking good it did them!

But, but if we had tougher gun laws this black bastard wouldn't have a gun! YES, HE WOULD! His sawed-off shotgun is not legal, it's not registered, and there's no single law or a million laws that will prevent him from getting his murderous hands on one!

If, after the nightmare these people endured in their own homes at the hands of one predator, every single one of them, their families and friends don't become a gun owner and pro-gun advocate, then they're not only victims, they are also enablers.

You know, if one were to view 911 as a weapon against crime prevention, the statistics would probably prove that it creates more victims than guns do. 911 doesn't prevent crimes, it allows crimes to happen. People who rely on 911 for their safety are not only setting themselves up to be victimized, but are also almost insuring the criminal will go on to victimize another person.

Let's see how effective this 911-type "weapon" would be for the criminal. He comes in, no gun, no weapon of any kind, no threat at all to you. He gets his cellphone out and calls his fellow criminals to hurry over with their guns so they can commit the crime against you. And then he just sits there and waits. Yeah, that's how ridiculous it is for you to use 911 as your weapon of choice against crime.

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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Treasonous Bastards in Black Robes


Judge Patrick McAnany,
Public Enemy #1
Excerpt from WND:
Court rules: Illegal aliens not really 'illegal'

An appeals court has concluded that just being an illegal alien in the United States doesn't necessarily violate the law, so a judge cannot deny probation and require a jail sentence for a convicted drug dealer who is an illegal alien.

The opinion from the Kansas Court of Appeals came in the Barton County case involving convicted drug dealer Nicholas L. Martinez.

The ruling found that while the laws of the United States make it illegal to enter the United States without authorization, being in the United States after entering illegally is "not necessarily a crime."

Was there any doubt this bastard, Patrick McAnany, was appointed by a Democrat? Of course, it was Governor of Kansas, Kathleen Sebelius. Is there any doubt this opinion is beyond ridiculous and treasonous? The question is how are we going to stop these appointed, unaccountable traitors who continue to subvert the will of the people?

I want Patrick McAnany and every single filthy judge who rule for nonexistent rights of illegal aliens and against the people who want to protect themselves from these criminals impeached. There clearly exists an agenda here and it is being forced on the people against their will. When 20 million criminals are protected by our own justice system, the system is well past being broken, it is now a tool for tyranny. It is not bloody likely these bastards will be impeached by the very system that put them there. Whatever shall we do...?

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Monday, August 20, 2007

The Lazarus Phenomenon

Flipping through the channels I came upon this movie on TBN, Trinity Broadcast Network called "The Lazarus Phenomenon". Luckily I found it in its entirety online because I missed the first half of it. The part I did catch, Ian McCormack's story, was really something.

The movie runs 1 hour and 40 minutes. Please watch it if you've got a little time to spare. I think you'll enjoy it. You can view "The Lazarus Phenomenon" here.

Here is a write-up from a site that's selling the DVD:




The Lazarus Phenomenon examines two true life documented account of men from different parts of the world each having a real life experience with life after death.

A pastor who tragically dies in an automobile accident experiences and encounter beyond the grave only to come back to life over 48 hours later.

Removed from the morgue and brought to the church where his parishioners refuse to let him go they begin to pray over his lifeless body. You will be shocked as were many onlookers that day as you watch the drama caught on tape. Before your eyes on actual footage captured that day the dead pastor begins to breath again and comes back to life. With a signed death certificate in his hand he returns to spread the Word of God and tell his story of an encounter beyond the grave.

Ian McCormack never gave God much thought nor did he think about life after death until one tragic night he is stung multiple times by deadly jellyfish off the coast of a small island in the pacific . A surfer, diver and worldwide adventurer he finds himself desperately seeking medical help after a deadly nighttime diving encounter. Through a tragedy of events re-enacted on this program he cannot get treatment in time and the poison from the venomous Jelly fish exact their deadly toll. He departs this life only to catch a glimpse of what awaits us on the other side of the grave.

These two stories will both shock you and intrigue you.

I found another video with the same Ian McCormack story shown in "The Lazarus Phenomenon" plus more footage of Ian McCormack talking and then being interviewed. It's 1 hour and 22 minutes long. Glimpse of Eternity by Ian McCormack

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Saturday, August 18, 2007

My Sinister Side


Yours truly is and always has been a southpaw - one of the 10% in the population and the only one in my family, or was until my niece was born. Apparently, she and I share quite a few genes. Poor little thing...

Actually, it is not known from where one's handedness arises, but it is suspected it is genetic. I also suspect this. Most babies will favor a hand early on. It seems very stupid to me to force a child to be right-handed as was common at one time. In the Middle East, using one's left hand is frowned upon. Personal hygiene is done with the left hand, everything else is done with the right hand. Chopping off heads is done with both hands...

We have a reputation for terrible penmanship. I'll have you know that I consistently won penmanship awards in grade school. The runner-up, who was always the same girl, insisted it was my pencil that gave me an advantage. There was nothing at all special about my #2 lead pencil. I bet you anything she grew up to be a Democrat.

But I don't curve my hand like a retard, the way many lefties do when they write. My penmanship was so good that my teachers would often get me to write up long study notes on the chalk board. And then I'd have to write them all over again for myself. They clearly took advantage of me.

I also started doing calligraphy in 4th grade and have quite a knack for it. Of course, I have to write with my hand and arm up in the air or it'll just be one long streak of ink. If working on a special piece and want extra control, I will write from right to left so I can rest my hand on the paper. Even in normal writing, I will often smudge the letters, the side of my hand ends up all covered in ink or graphite. Oh and that damned spiral in the center of many notebooks is very irritating, leaving a mark on my arm. Withstanding these obstacles, to this day, people will remark how perfect my printing is, like typing they say.

In most all activities I am left-sided. I hold the phone to my left ear, kick with my left foot, throw with my left hand, and if necessary, slap with my left palm. In softball, I was usually the only one batting from the other side of the plate. And in raquetball, being left-handed is apparently an advantage as my opponents will midway in the game stop and note, "Oh, no wonder! You're left-handed." Uh huh. Yeah, that's why you're losing...

The only sport I do right-handed is golf. This is an anomaly and I haven't a clue why it works out that way. The very first time I ever golfed, I naturally rented a set of left-handed clubs. But at the first hole, attempting my very first ever tee-off, the club felt extremely awkward in my hands. So I asked one of the group to let me try her right-handed driver. As soon as I switched sides and gripped my little fingers around that club, I knew this was it. I hit the living daylights out of that ball, straight down the fairway. In unison, they all called me a liar. I laughed and laughed. But, it was the truth. I had never golfed before. Like most everything I have ever done, I can either do it very well from the get-go or I can't do it at all and mostly likely never will.

I also am lightning fast with my right hand on the 10-key. After high school I had a summer job taking inventory and had to use the right-handed 10-key adding machine. It's been a useful ability for adding up long lists of numbers. And like riding a bicycle - you never forget.

Being a right-handed world, there are many things I am forced to do with my right hand. That's fine with me. Most left-handed people are more coordinated because of this requirement. Right-handed people basically have a useless hand.

The mouse is one of those things that is normally set up for the right hand. This is quite handy because it frees up my writing hand. On my left side there is always a notepad or piece of paper of which every single square inch will eventually get covered up with intricate doodles. While waiting on or reading something, not typing on the keyboard, my left hand will go off and start doing its thing, almost subconsciously. I have had to decipher many a phone number or important piece of information that has been almost illegibly integrated into my artistic ramblings.

When I worked at an office some of my colleagues would ask me if they could have these works of doodle art. I don't know if it was the doodles they liked or thought they may be worth something, suspecting this odd mannerism portended that I would one day appear on the evening news for some act of notoriety...

Socially, there is a bit of a problem - specifically, while dining. A lefty in the mix requires some thought concerning the seating arrangements. Elbows, you know. Although the advantage here is that I don't have to continuously switch cutlery the way you righties do.

I have always driven a standard. This means I must control the stick shift with my right hand. And I do a fine job of it. In fact, it would be quite awkward to use my left hand. Should I ever find myself driving in one of those weird wrong-side driving countries (what possessed them to do that?), it will have to be with an automatic. I imagine trying to stay on the correct side of the road would be enough of a challenge without having to struggle to manage the gear shift with my left hand. Now, if my stay was permanent, I would definitely learn to operate the shift with my left hand. I will NOT own an automatic. Although by that time I should be darting about in a flying saucer.

Just now, reading a bit about left-handedness, there appear to be people who think they are somehow discriminated against or at a disadvantage because of this. That is so absurd. The only thing I ever noticed was that my manner of doing everything backwards often amuses or bemuses others. My family gets quite a kick out of watching the way I will do things. Once, in the shop where I was buying knitting yarn, the owner was trying to show me a certain stitch. She eventually threw up her hands as she could not figure out how to do it left-handed. Oh well, I figured it out myself. And I don't think I ever found a left-handed desk in school. I never even looked for one. You adapt to your surroundings, you don't expect your surroundings to adapt to you.

Some people will find any and every excuse for their inferiority. I look for any and every way to overcome it - not that I ever considered my left-handedness to be an inferior characteristic. Quite the opposite - I am proud to be a lefty and in pretty good company. There have been some very prominent left-handed people throughout history.

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Sunday, August 12, 2007

First Remove The Beam From Your Giant Ass

Just received this e-mail.

House #1
  • A 20 room mansion (not including 8 bathrooms) heated by natural gas.

  • Added on a pool (and a pool house) and a separate guest house, all heated by gas.

  • In one month this residence consumes more energy than the average American household does in a year.

  • The average bill for electricity and natural gas runs over $2400.

  • In natural gas alone, this property consumes more than 20 times the national average for an American home.

  • This house is not situated in a Northern or Midwestern "snow belt" area.

  • It's in the South.

House #2

  • Designed by an architecture professor at a leading national university this house incorporates every "green" feature current home construction can provide.

  • The house is 4,000 square feet (4 bedrooms) and is nestled on a high prairie in the American southwest.

  • A central closet in the house holds geothermal heat-pumps drawing ground water through pipes sunk 300 feet into the ground. The water, usually 67 degrees F., heats the house in the winter and cools it in the summer.

  • The system uses no fossil fuels such as oil or natural gas and it consumes one-quarter electricity required for a conventional heating/cooling system

  • Rainwater from the roof is collected and funneled into a 25,000 gallon underground cistern.

  • Wastewater from showers, sinks and toilets goes into underground purifying tanks and then into the cistern. The collected water then irrigates the land surrounding the house.

  • Surrounding flowers and shrubs native to the area enable the property to blend into the surrounding rural landscape.

House #1 is outside of Nashville, Tennessee; it is the abode of the "environmentalist" Al Gore.

House #2 is on a ranch near Crawford, Texas; it is the residence of the President of the United States, George W. Bush.

An "inconvenient truth" indeedy!

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The above is true. You can check it out if you wish.

Urban Legends Reference Pages: A Tale of Two Houses - here

And it's not only their homes that speak volumes. One could also compare the individual physiques of these two men.

Al Gore is a big fat fascist fraud. Anyone who listens to him is an idiot of the highest magnitude.

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Losing Greatness

Appreciation for beauty, talent and greatness must be innate. Apparently, as a two-year old I was already well on my way to being the cultural snob that I am today. There has to be a snob gene.

I have no recollection of this, but one of many childhood stories is about when the pediatrician, attempting to allay my apprehension with some small talk, asked me if I liked the Tango. I immediately and indignantly shot back, "I like Beethoven, Luciano Pavarotti and Richard Wagner!". It went downhill from there when he put that icy cold stethoscope on my bare little chest and I blurted out, "Hijo de puta!". Mother wanted to crawl into a hole. Here she had finally managed to get an appointment with one of the best and most renowned pediatricians in all of Buenos Aires, and her little darling goes and calls the grandfatherly gentleman a son of a bitch. I was a precocious little thing.

My tastes haven't changed since I was two. I still love Beethoven, Pavarotti and Wagner, though I did come around to appreciating the Tango. But after having recently been introduced to Silly Songs with Larry, of which my favorite so far is Larry's High Silk Hat, I can see there might be more to life. Now whatta ya think of that?

It was a bit sad to hear that Pavarotti has been hospitalized. The report is encouraging but it makes me realize that the time of his greatness has passed, never to return. One of the greatest tenors of all time, lauded by the entire world for so many years is just trying to stay alive now. Mortality sucks.

Pavarotti doctors 'positive' about singer's condition
11/08/2007 - 12:41:35

Doctors treating Luciano Pavarotti in an Italian hospital are "very positive" about the star's illness.

The Italian tenor, who is battling pancreatic cancer, was admitted to the Modena University Policlinico in northern Italy on Wednesday with a fever - but medics are confident the star will make a recovery.

His second wife, Nicoletta Mantovani, insists the star's condition appears to be improving.

She says: "He is calm, he is talking and joking. The doctors are very positive."

Doctors at the hospital expect the singer to be discharged from hospital "within the next few days".

Pavarotti underwent surgery for his cancer last year and has since had at least five rounds of chemotherapy. Fears for his health mounted further last month when his daughter Guiliana reportedly told a magazine her famous father hasn't got long to live.

I regret never having seen Pavarotti in a live performance. To have heard him sing at La Scala would have been something. I think he made a wise choice to study music instead of become a professional soccer player, which he was seriously considering.

Here is the great Luciano Pavarotti singing one of the great arias the way no one else can or ever will again. By the way, microphones are not used in opera. His voice rises above all those instruments and fills that entire opera house with no sound magnification device whatsoever. That's quite a feat.

Pavarotti - Nessun Dorma 1994


Get well, Luciano.

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