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Big O Count-Down

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If you want, with a few clicks of your mouse, you can sign your name to a big farewell card being assembled by AOL to mark the end of Oprah Winfrey’s 25 year talk show run.

Image from Media Outrage.

Well, gee. What’s going on?

Is it the threat of a random debilitating disease? Is it an emerging cause that demands 100 per cent of her passion and energy? Is it simply fatigue and a reckless “I need to start over!” plea? Boredom? Hunger? Ennui?

Her curiously bewildered fans turn to each other and screw up their faces in deep  concentration. They start to describe their Oprah moments; one by one they recount their favorite guests, topics, clothes and the stupendous giveaways that dazzled audiences through the years.

“To OWN,” one of elders among them finally says. “Right,” another chimes in, “To OWN.”

“O. W. N?”

“Oprah Winfrey Network.” The chorus murmurs in reply.

“AAARG! You have GOT to be effing kiddin’ me!”

Public Service Announcement

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Since the rapture was re-scheduled, you may be a cook facing a big dilemma for your Sunday dinner. You certainly would not have hauled out a big rump roast from the freezer yesterday. Who knows, did you already donate your best pans to charity? Hmmm. What to do?

Here’s a suggestion guaranteed to make you glad you are still of this earth.  Ease on down the road to your nearest Sonic and wheel into a parking spot. For a measly $1.99 each, buy Chicago Dogs for the whole family.

Image from Grub Trade

It’s an all beef hot dog topped with pickle, relish, tomato, peppers, celery salt and mustard served in a soft, warm poppy-seed bun.

There are other dogs on the menu but I think the Chicago Dog beats up the others.

The celery seed and the poppy seed combination gives it a nearly-there gourmet impact.

I have to tell you the first time I tried one I was enraptured. ‘Course, I am also really partial to Sonic’s diet cherry limeades. So maybe it was the combination that brought me close to the edge.

Inside the shell

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There is nothing like Taco Bell for a fast car food. Two crunchy tacos with a 1/2 dozen packets of mild taco sauce and good to go. When I think about it, I have liked Taco Bell for nearly 4 decades. That is one long affair with a taco.

What kinda sauce do you have?

When I started out with them, the bean burrito was long and skinny.  I think the beans were rolled up in a deep-fried tortilla instead of steamed. The old ones were flaky like pie crust and much less likely to drip all over.

Another thing on the original menu was a Bell Burger. It was really a Maid-Rite, crumbled hamburger on a bun. I always did think that was  strange even though the Bell was never what I’d call the real deal Mexican cuisine. Back then, they also served up frijoles and tostadas. (You can ask for a tostada now but you may have to tell them how to make it since it isn’t on the menu.)

The baby in the photo showed up on all sorts of blogs around Cinco de Mayo without a tag. Bravo, unknown photographer, thanks.

Catapulted

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I Wonder

If Kate’s sister was not Pippa,
would she be just a little less hipper?
Say, if her name was Pat, Jo or Jane,
would the crazy press be a lot more sane?
Pics of Pippa flood the air,
wherever she goes, it’s like I’m there.
I — for one, will be glad to see,
the day she marries a handsome marquis.


Edamame (Ay duh Mah May)

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This is So good.

Put them out while people are milling around for the first course.

They’ll be asking you for the recipe.

This combo serves four, multiply accordingly.

Edamane with Chile Salt

1/2 tsp crushed red pepper flakes
1 tb coarse salt
1/2 tsp sugar
1 pound frozen edamame in shells

Pulse red pepper flakes in a spice grinder until finely ground. (Or use a mortar and pestle.) Mix with salt and sugar. Add edamame to boiling water and cook until bright green and heated through, about 4 minutes. Strain and transfer to a large bowl. Toss with seasoning and serve.

It is Moving…

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Today, Sig’s mother moved into a retirement community. The place has meal service, a hair salon, transportation to doctors, stores and wherever and a 24/7 front desk in case somebody needs it.

Her apartment is small but clean, efficient and accessible. The doors are wide and the lighting is great. It looks great, a clean carpet, a sparkling kitchen and bath.

Of course, Marj is not so happy.

She thinks she has been dropped into a place where she will be forced into bingo games, eating way too much food and being nice to her neighbors. She hates the caring environment, can’t stand the apartment and hates being on the third floor. She feels as if she has way too much furniture but has no idea of how to get rid of it.

I want to say — Buck up Marj, deal with it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks for all your help”

“You’re welcome.” And I leave with neither one of saying what is really on our minds.