Fritz Brenner

Arrrghh, thanks guys. I believe my misunderstanding was that when my friend told me it was a Belgian beer, I misheard and thought he'd said a Breton beer. Ah, damn language barriers. But yes, it was a lambic, I've had the kriek and the framboise (I don't know the word for raspberry in Flemish). I typed in 'lambic' on google just now, actually, and I guess that is a truly Belgian way to brew beer, which many of you probably could've told me; but I did not know. At any rate, this beer is (I think) very yummy, and regardless of origin, it's quite available in France!

Hi, I've been perusing the posts as usual, and ran across the word "burdock" as I was going down the lists. And funny, my sister and I were watching "The Iron Chef" last night (heeheehee), and they were using burdock as one of their ingredients. Neither of us were entirely sure as to what it is, so could you enlighten me? Much appreciated.

I lived in Rennes, a university town in Brittany, for a year. Clearly this doesn't make me an expert, but I did go to a lot of bars during my stay... I agree with fresh_a on Pelforth... this was my favorite French beer, and that isn't because I tasted a great deal of the French ales, but more a result of its availability and price, as well as the quality, of that particular brand. I very much enjoy the Pelforth brune, but both types are frequently served at a very decent price in many bars. If you order a "demi" at in any bar in France, you will be asking for the cheapest beer on tap (which obviously doesn't always mean a French beer...). often, this is amstel, kronenbourg, "33," etc. At this time i don't remember the exact name, but there was a lovely Breton beer that came in cherry and raspberry flavors. I want to say "Krieg" or "Kriec..." I know that the Belgians also makes this type of beer. Have a wonderful time. I'm jealous! Cheers.

On Tuesday, I was having a bad day, so my best friend took me out for dinner and drinks. When we had finished our dessert martinis (yum), we thought we'd stop at a wine and spirits shop on the way home and pick up a bottle of sparkly or the like. While we were meandering about the store, my friend let out an excited yelp at a bottle of "Tequila Rose," saying it was "really tasty shit" and I was "really missing out." I had never even heard of the stuff, but I went along with her suggestion because she had done a very good job up to that point of cheering me up. Upon arrival at the apartment, she poured a glass of the stuff into a glass with ice. It looked like Pink Bismuth. My sister was disgusted at the mere thought of us pouring this drink down our throats, but we did anyway. Pretty soon after, my friend had her head down on our dining room table, and that was the end of the Tequila Rose adventure. The next morning, before I left for work, I was sure to leave her a note stating: "Make sure you pick up your Tequila Rose on your way out." A pretty sickening libation...

Joler, I'm with you in this respect. Actually, there's usually even less labor on my part (read: pan-roasted is a no-no because I will have to wash dishes...).... try cereal, bagels, or leftovers of any kind. Cheese makes me happy, I use it liberally on things. Last night, after coming home from job number two, I nuked leftover mashed potatoes with cheddar cheese chunks. Poured cheap glug wine into a jelly jar, and rested my feet. This is all I can muster sometimes, but I try to make up for it on the weekend or whenever I have nights off.

NeroW, I must compell you not to attempt the turducken, with or without help. Let's just make something else, and tell everyone it's a turducken, because the name is so cool, and they will believe us anyway(remeber the "broken cake?")... Awbrig is right on. And we are Irish, a bit, so the turducken would be something like sacrilege.

Thanks for the tip, Jaymes, I'm always down for french-fried potatoes. There's a weekend coming up, and eggs at dawn, now improved, are on the horizon. And as far as Fritz B's "sixty minute scrambles" go, it seems that life imitates art in this case because everything I do in the kitchen (including eggs) seems to take far longer than it should... I don't know exactly why, but something in me makes it impossible to cook anything without systematically dirtying every dish and utensil in the apartment, as well as taking out everything we have in the fridge.

Hi all, I've been told I make very respectable scrambles; but I don't do anything special. I make three eggs(or four, if people have been drinking) per person, with a bit of milk (or cream), lightly whisked with a fork. I generously butter a pan (I'm not too concerned with fat when making eggs...), over med-high heat, then add finely chopped onions or shallots, pepper, salt, and tarragon. Depending on what we have in the fridge, I may also add sliced button mushrooms at this time. Or not. I let these ingredients become yummy and soft and fragrant, then reduce the heat to low-ish. At this time I put bagels/bread/eng. muffins into toaster (when they are toasted I butter them and wrap them in foil while they are waiting for their pile of eggs). And now... I pour in zee eggs. Let them chill for a minute, then stir them around a bit. They begin to form those big, weird egg curds. Now, I take the heat off ( I hate over-cooked eggs, and they continue to cook a bit with the heat of the pan), add grated extra-sharp cheddar cheese, and then diced tomatoes. And then more pepper and salt. Mmmmm, sodium dairy treat. Apparently, I put a lot of crap in my eggs. Still, I get nothing but mmm-mmm goods from the finished result. This may have something to do with the sobriety level involved. ?? Cheers!

I always loved the food dehydrator gadget... this was some years ago now, I'm not sure if it is still an info-mercial at this point. But at the time, it seemed like such fun; you could technically pour anything into its chambers... lo and behold, a short time later, you would have a fruit roll-up type treat of your choosing!! It could even get a bit disgusting, if one's imagination allowed...

NeroW and I agree with Tommy, inasmuch as drinking all the beer you gd want and still being semi-sober goes... we tend to throw down those cups like madmen... But; that's just us.... (not that this in any way represents the two of us...ever....hm hoom)