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    From MICHAEL LOO@1:123/140 to NANCY BACKUS on Sunday, September 15, 2019 06:24:46
    Why anyone would countenance the taste of nonfat dry milk
    whether reconstituted or not is beyond me, except in cases
    of imminent starvation.
    Having been forced to drink it as a child, I only used it as a
    fortifying and/or called-for ingredient in cooking and baking... I found
    I read horrifying and uncalled-for.
    For drinking, I found it so, but not so much for cooking/baking... :)

    If the other ingredients were flavorful enough, maybe.
    Certainly the additional expense in butter and spices
    would outweigh the savings from using dry milk.

    ingest when liquid (I'd occasionally nibble on it, MSG,
    cinnamon, and other concentrated weirdnesses, though).
    Thankfully, I never had issues with drinking milk, and still don't.. my parents also went to powdered milk as a cost-cutting measure... and for
    some of my siblings it was perfectly satisfactory (and they still use
    the stuff)... But had I refused to drink it back then, I knew I
    couldn't get away with it... not sure what any alternative would have
    been back then...

    If that's all they knew, that could be understood.

    the taste unacceptable... but had no choice growing up... At least we
    cut the "funny milk" with a quart of whole milk to the gallon container, so the taste was not quite so nasty as it could have been... (and with
    the whole milk in the house, I could sneak a little from time to
    time...)
    Some of us were just too stubborn.
    And showed it in various ways.... ;)

    Well, yeah. What's the point of stubbornness if
    you don't show it?

    "ile" How do you pronounce A-I-S-L-E? "ile" How do you pronounce M-I-S-L-E-D? "mild" Nope, you were mis-led... My one sister came up with "m-eye-suld"...
    Of course, isled does rhyme with mild. I also knew someone
    who in her childhood read it as myzelled, to the cruel mirth
    of her older sister.
    We just picked up the wrong pronunciation as a family in-joke... to this
    day it's occasionally said that way in fun in our family....

    My father used to do that, telling me that we had to go to
    the Pee oppo leez drugstore and leaving his sing;e-digit
    genius to figure out what the heck he was talking about.
    There were dozens of those, some intentional and some not.
    My mother never saw the humor in any of this.

    What inspired me to do the experiment was that the
    product was all gone, but there was still propellant.
    So, defective propellant...? or just not sufficient after all...?
    I don't know - perhaps I'll buy a can of whipped cream
    sometime to do the experiment.
    Maybe the propellant has changed over the years...? Or your lungs are
    more sensitive now...?

    They tell you it's nitrous oxide - sort of a big neon
    sign saying "get fat and get high."

    thinking of my question, but she assured me that they wouldn't eat the
    raw fat on its own... Maybe they've become too Americanized
    themselves... ;)
    Heh. I hope you prefaced the discussion by something
    like I read someplace that ... - rather than risking
    giving her the impression that you thought her some
    kind of insane savage.
    Oh, yes... and I think I also said that I'd have no problem myself
    eating the raw fat... she probably thought me the insane savage... (G)

    Sacerdote and I used to creep out the echo people and
    the ladies of his household by eating raw bacon.

    True.... the sit-down meal for a crowd our size though was a larger operation than just getting something less elaborate out, though...
    I wonder if the effort to enjoyment ratio is different
    for a big roast beast feast than a meal of small plates.
    Probably partially depends on the major basis/purpose for the
    gathering... and how many are involved in the effort...
    True enough, though my preference is to have one person
    involved in the effort.
    Our extended family meals tend to be joint efforts... my siblings, with
    their larger families, often also are joint efforts, even within just
    their own family...

    If I were serving a big meal based on a big joint I might
    consider a joint effort, but in general I prefer to do
    everything. After the last party, though, in which I left
    two dishes in the fridge until after all the guests were
    gone, it might be time for me to assign a helper to
    help with or at least remind me about each dish.

    Carpaccio de porc
    categories: starter, delicious, wwtt, French
    servings: 4

    200 g pork
    1 orange
    1 cebette (small mild onion)
    2 Tb olive oil
    1 Tb balsamic
    S,P

    Slice the pork thin.

    Cut 4 thin rounds from the orange and juice the rest.

    Arrange the carpaccio on a plate and moisten with the
    orange juice, vinegar, and oil. Season,

    Peel the cebette and slice it fine. Do the same with
    the onion slices and strew these over. Serve cold.

    cuisineactuelle.fr
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  • From NANCY BACKUS@1:123/140 to MICHAEL LOO on Friday, September 20, 2019 19:08:00
    Quoting Michael Loo to Nancy Backus on 09-15-19 06:24 <=-

    Why anyone would countenance the taste of nonfat dry milk
    whether reconstituted or not is beyond me, except in cases
    of imminent starvation.
    Having been forced to drink it as a child, I only used it as a
    fortifying and/or called-for ingredient in cooking and baking... I found
    I read horrifying and uncalled-for.
    For drinking, I found it so, but not so much for cooking/baking... :)
    If the other ingredients were flavorful enough, maybe.
    Certainly the additional expense in butter and spices
    would outweigh the savings from using dry milk.

    Generally I wasn't doing it for the cost savings... the dry milk would
    be in addition to the whole milk that would be part of the liquid ingredients... more of a nutritional additive... :)

    ingest when liquid (I'd occasionally nibble on it, MSG,
    cinnamon, and other concentrated weirdnesses, though).
    Thankfully, I never had issues with drinking milk, and still don't.. my parents also went to powdered milk as a cost-cutting measure... and for
    some of my siblings it was perfectly satisfactory (and they still use
    the stuff)... But had I refused to drink it back then, I knew I
    couldn't get away with it... not sure what any alternative would have
    been back then...
    If that's all they knew, that could be understood.

    For some of them, it might have been... except that there was that
    school milk in cartons... of course the waxy taste probably evened out
    the comparison to the "funny" milk... :)

    the taste unacceptable... but had no choice growing up... At least we
    cut the "funny milk" with a quart of whole milk to the gallon container, so the taste was not quite so nasty as it could have been... (and with the whole milk in the house, I could sneak a little from time to
    time...)
    Some of us were just too stubborn.
    And showed it in various ways.... ;)
    Well, yeah. What's the point of stubbornness if
    you don't show it?

    Mine wasn't always noticed... ;)

    "ile" How do you pronounce A-I-S-L-E? "ile" How do you pronounce M-I-S-L-E-D? "mild" Nope, you were mis-led... My one sister came up with "m-eye-suld"...
    Of course, isled does rhyme with mild. I also knew someone
    who in her childhood read it as myzelled, to the cruel mirth
    of her older sister.
    We just picked up the wrong pronunciation as a family in-joke... to this
    day it's occasionally said that way in fun in our family....
    My father used to do that, telling me that we had to go to
    the Pee oppo leez drugstore and leaving his single-digit
    genius to figure out what the heck he was talking about.
    There were dozens of those, some intentional and some not.
    My mother never saw the humor in any of this.

    Daddy was similar.... fortunately, I guess, Mommy did see the humor, and
    went along with it, though I don't remember her indulging in it much if
    at all... :)

    What inspired me to do the experiment was that the
    product was all gone, but there was still propellant.
    So, defective propellant...? or just not sufficient after all...?
    I don't know - perhaps I'll buy a can of whipped cream
    sometime to do the experiment.
    Maybe the propellant has changed over the years...? Or your lungs are
    more sensitive now...?
    They tell you it's nitrous oxide - sort of a big neon
    sign saying "get fat and get high."

    I've always liked the whipped cream by itself... but usually propelled
    it out into my hand... ;)

    thinking of my question, but she assured me that they wouldn't eat the raw fat on its own... Maybe they've become too Americanized
    themselves... ;)
    Heh. I hope you prefaced the discussion by something
    like I read someplace that ... - rather than risking
    giving her the impression that you thought her some
    kind of insane savage.
    Oh, yes... and I think I also said that I'd have no problem myself
    eating the raw fat... she probably thought me the insane savage... (G)
    Sacerdote and I used to creep out the echo people and
    the ladies of his household by eating raw bacon.

    ISTR joining in with you two at the Clam Crawl picnic I attended... I
    still do grab the occasional slice of raw bacon, the few times I
    actually have bacon to cook... ;) Tasty stuff, after all... ;)

    True.... the sit-down meal for a crowd our size though was a larger operation than just getting something less elaborate out, though...
    I wonder if the effort to enjoyment ratio is different
    for a big roast beast feast than a meal of small plates.
    Probably partially depends on the major basis/purpose for the gathering... and how many are involved in the effort...
    True enough, though my preference is to have one person
    involved in the effort.
    Our extended family meals tend to be joint efforts... my siblings, with their larger families, often also are joint efforts, even within just
    their own family...
    If I were serving a big meal based on a big joint I might
    consider a joint effort, but in general I prefer to do
    everything. After the last party, though, in which I left
    two dishes in the fridge until after all the guests were
    gone, it might be time for me to assign a helper to
    help with or at least remind me about each dish.

    Sounds like that last at least would be helpful... ;)

    ttyl neb

    ... I can't really argue with that although I know someone who will.

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