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    From MICHAEL LOO@1:123/140 to RUTH HAFFLY on Friday, June 08, 2018 06:19:40
    When I talk of mustard, that means a teaspoon
    maybe in a sauce: as a condiment, it's way too
    I've used it from time to time in a sauce when it's called for, but most
    of the time as a sandwich condiment or with some sort of wurst/sausage.

    For me, a sausage should stand on its own;
    there was some kind of fat Prussian bratwurst
    that Lilli had that really needed some help,
    and for the bites I had all but the first one
    were helped down with spicy mustard.

    strong and obscuring for me. Perhaps to balance
    salty cold cuts, but those are off my diet.
    Not off mine yet. Had yellow mustard today (would rather have had spicy brown) on the pastrami & provelone sandwich I had (see write up to
    Dale).

    One interesting thing - on revisiting Germany,
    I find the cold cuts a lot less salty than
    their US counterparts.

    Was bedeutet spicy? I never found spicy mustard
    spicy. Hot mustard burns, but it's mostly
    irritating to me rather than "wuerzig."
    It's more of what some people call a whole grain mustard, a darker
    brownish colored mustard, more full bodied than the yellow stuff most commonly associated with French's. Also sometimes called a "deli"
    mustard. I was brought up on the spicy brown mustard; sometimes my
    parents would parents would buy a variety with horseradish in it. That
    one was definately spicy! (G)

    The Prussian mustard was really hot, almost
    like the stuff you get next to your
    Chinese-American eggroll.

    Even the capsaicin can be pretty obnoxious, but not to the extreme
    that > mustard gas was.
    There have been cases of pepper spray not
    bothering people. I once made a hot dish for
    friends, and the husband, who professed to a
    love for spicy food, was sweating torrents,
    and the wife just chowed down calmly. I
    Just depends on the person. I knew one lady in AZ who couldn't take
    anything hotter than a bell pepper but her husband liked some of the
    hotter peppers. He'd add some hot sauce to heat up whatever she made (to
    her heat level) to his heat level.

    There was a certain amount of distress
    on the part of the husband when his wife
    outdid him on the hot tolerance.

    dogs were still the main fare in most stadiums.
    Hot dogs are generally a desperation food
    for me, even at sports events.
    They're not my first choice of foods but I'd eat one over a pb sandwich.

    That would be a tossup for me. A good garlicky
    Kosher-style frank would tilt the balance, as
    would fresh-ground low-salt peanut butter made
    with good peanuts.

    Not for him. I still would like to see Blue Man Group at some
    time > ML> but > ticket prices are high, even in NC. That's why we settled on the > ML> Piano > Guys, a compromise to see a show but a more affordable one. > ML> Quite a different experience.
    True, but had to go with what the budget could take.
    I'd actually have preferred the Guys to the Group.
    The Guys were quite entertaining; I'd see them again. I'd also like to
    see the Group some time if I have a chance/can afford the tickets.

    YouTube has to have enough of that stuff
    to tide you over for a while.

    By the way, you may be happy to know that the
    Berlin water, though if you think about it
    you can get a whiff of the sulfur and
    metallic taste, is now perfectly potable.
    Steve says he wouldn't trust it because of the lead pipes. I might give
    it a try but not drink a whole lot of it.

    That might have been a concern for the days we
    were in Wilmersdorf; in the east, pretty much
    everything is new build and presumably less of
    a concern.

    There was an ad in the Boston subway that showed
    a stereotypical big-eyed Parisienne with the
    caption "Ma cherie, veux-tu sortir les poubelles?,"
    the implication being that this was an invitation
    to some kind of romantic frolic. It really means
    "darling, please take out the garbage."
    Inside joke for those who know French. I know a few words but not enough
    to have fully translated it.

    It was an ad for a language school, the
    implication being something like you'd best
    know what you're getting into.

    My mother used mung bean sprouts, available fresh,
    but not water chestnuts, then available in cans only.
    I'm not a great fan of either, though fresh sprouts
    beat the pants off canned ones.
    Generally, if I want to use mung bean sprouts, I'll grow them first.
    Years ago (and I'm talking when Rachel was a baby, years) Steve brought
    home some sprouting screens (for wide mouth mason jars). We've since
    replaced them with another sprouting system but I've grow, on a semi
    regular basis, both mung and alfalfa sprouts.

    We used to use a mayonnaise jar with moistened
    paper towels in the bottom and holes punched in
    the lid, a similar setup to what you'd use if
    you collected a lizard in the back yard and
    decided to keep it as a pet.

    Indian-Spiced Short Ribs
    categories: beef, main, fusion
    Serves: 4


    1/4 c coriander seeds
    2 Tb cumin seeds
    1 Tb black peppercorns
    1 Tb ground ginger
    1 Tb ground cardamom
    1 Tb cinnamon
    1 ts ground cloves
    1/2 ts crushed red pepper
    3 bay leaves, crumbled
    2 Tb canola oil
    4 boneless short ribs (10 to 12 oz ea)
    - trimmed of fat
    salt
    1 lg onion, thinly sliced
    2 carrots, chopped
    1 celery rib, chopped
    3 plum tomatoes, coarsely chopped
    2 hd garlic, halved crosswise
    2 c dry red wine
    1 qt chicken stock or broth

    Preheat the oven to 325F.

    In a small skillet, toast the coriander and cumin
    seeds over moderately high heat, shaking the pan
    constantly, until fragrant, about 2 min. Transfer
    the seeds to a spice grinder and let cool. Add the
    peppercorns, ginger, cardamom, cinnamon, cloves,
    crushed red pepper and bay leaves and pulse the
    garam masala to a powder.

    In a large enameled cast-iron casserole, heat the
    oil. Season the short ribs with salt and sear them
    over high heat until browned and crusty all over,
    about 15 min. Transfer the meat to a plate.

    Add the onion, carrots and celery to the casserole
    and cook over moderate heat until lightly browned,
    about 7 min. Add the tomatoes, garlic and 3 Tb of
    the garam masala (there will be extra) and cook
    until fragrant and the tomatoes are beginning to
    break down, about 3 min. Add the wine and boil until
    reduced by half, scraping up any browned bits stuck
    to the casserole, about 5 min. Add the stock and
    bring to a simmer. Return the meat to the casserole
    and season with salt. Cover and braise in the oven
    for 2 hr until just tender but not falling apart.

    Transfer the meat to a baking sheet. Strain the
    liquid into a saucepan. Skim off and discard the
    fat that rises to the surface. Boil over high heat
    until the sauce is reduced to 1 cup, about 15 min.

    Preheat the broiler and position a rack 8 in from
    the heat. Brush the meat with some of the sauce and
    broil for 3 min per side, until browned and sizzling.
    Sprinkle the meat lightly with garam masala, then
    slice it 1/2 in thick. Transfer to plates and serve
    with the remaining sauce.

    Michael Voltaggio, Top Chef, via Food & Wine
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  • From Ruth Haffly@1:396/45.28 to MICHAEL LOO on Saturday, June 09, 2018 00:19:27
    Hi Michael,

    When I talk of mustard, that means a teaspoon
    maybe in a sauce: as a condiment, it's way too
    I've used it from time to time in a sauce when it's called for, but
    most > of the time as a sandwich condiment or with some sort of wurst/sausage.

    For me, a sausage should stand on its own;
    there was some kind of fat Prussian bratwurst
    that Lilli had that really needed some help,
    and for the bites I had all but the first one
    were helped down with spicy mustard.

    Good that the mustard was there to help. (G)

    strong and obscuring for me. Perhaps to balance
    salty cold cuts, but those are off my diet.
    Not off mine yet. Had yellow mustard today (would rather have had
    spicy > brown) on the pastrami & provelone sandwich I had (see write
    up to
    Dale).

    One interesting thing - on revisiting Germany,
    I find the cold cuts a lot less salty than
    their US counterparts.

    Too bad you can't smuggle a supply in.

    Was bedeutet spicy? I never found spicy mustard
    spicy. Hot mustard burns, but it's mostly
    irritating to me rather than "wuerzig."
    It's more of what some people call a whole grain mustard, a darker brownish colored mustard, more full bodied than the yellow stuff
    most > commonly associated with French's. Also sometimes called a
    "deli"
    mustard. I was brought up on the spicy brown mustard; sometimes my parents would parents would buy a variety with horseradish in it.
    That > one was definately spicy! (G)

    The Prussian mustard was really hot, almost
    like the stuff you get next to your
    Chinese-American eggroll.

    That almost blew Steve's head off at one Chinese place in Berlin? I
    remember about where it was (how to get there on the bus) but don't
    remember the name or street name.

    extreme > ML> that > mustard gas was.
    There have been cases of pepper spray not
    bothering people. I once made a hot dish for
    friends, and the husband, who professed to a
    love for spicy food, was sweating torrents,
    and the wife just chowed down calmly. I
    Just depends on the person. I knew one lady in AZ who couldn't take anything hotter than a bell pepper but her husband liked some of the hotter peppers. He'd add some hot sauce to heat up whatever she made
    (to > her heat level) to his heat level.

    There was a certain amount of distress
    on the part of the husband when his wife
    outdid him on the hot tolerance.

    He should have graciously accepted the fact that she was more of a chili
    head than he was. Male pride?

    dogs were still the main fare in most stadiums.
    Hot dogs are generally a desperation food
    for me, even at sports events.
    They're not my first choice of foods but I'd eat one over a pb
    sandwich.

    That would be a tossup for me. A good garlicky
    Kosher-style frank would tilt the balance, as
    would fresh-ground low-salt peanut butter made
    with good peanuts.

    Hot dog, hands down for me.

    Not for him. I still would like to see Blue Man Group
    at some > ML> time > ML> but > ticket prices are high, even in NC. That's why we > ML> settled on the > ML> Piano > Guys, a compromise
    to see a show but a > ML> more affordable one. > ML> Quite a
    different experience.
    True, but had to go with what the budget could take.
    I'd actually have preferred the Guys to the Group.
    The Guys were quite entertaining; I'd see them again. I'd also like
    to > see the Group some time if I have a chance/can afford the
    tickets.

    YouTube has to have enough of that stuff
    to tide you over for a while.

    If I want to watch them that way.........

    By the way, you may be happy to know that the
    Berlin water, though if you think about it
    you can get a whiff of the sulfur and
    metallic taste, is now perfectly potable.
    Steve says he wouldn't trust it because of the lead pipes. I might
    give > it a try but not drink a whole lot of it.

    That might have been a concern for the days we
    were in Wilmersdorf; in the east, pretty much
    everything is new build and presumably less of
    a concern.

    We lived in Zehlendorf, about a block off Unter dem Eichen.

    There was an ad in the Boston subway that showed
    a stereotypical big-eyed Parisienne with the
    caption "Ma cherie, veux-tu sortir les poubelles?,"
    the implication being that this was an invitation
    to some kind of romantic frolic. It really means
    "darling, please take out the garbage."
    Inside joke for those who know French. I know a few words but not
    enough > to have fully translated it.

    It was an ad for a language school, the
    implication being something like you'd best
    know what you're getting into.

    Very much so!

    My mother used mung bean sprouts, available fresh,
    but not water chestnuts, then available in cans only.
    I'm not a great fan of either, though fresh sprouts
    beat the pants off canned ones.
    Generally, if I want to use mung bean sprouts, I'll grow them first. Years ago (and I'm talking when Rachel was a baby, years) Steve
    brought > home some sprouting screens (for wide mouth mason jars).
    We've since
    replaced them with another sprouting system but I've grow, on a semi regular basis, both mung and alfalfa sprouts.

    We used to use a mayonnaise jar with moistened
    paper towels in the bottom and holes punched in
    the lid, a similar setup to what you'd use if
    you collected a lizard in the back yard and
    decided to keep it as a pet.

    Where I lived as a kid, the only lizards we had were occaisional
    salamanders. Had more snakes and toads, neither of which would I collect
    and keep as a pet.

    ---
    Catch you later,
    Ruth
    rchaffly{at}earthlink{dot}net FIDO 1:396/45.28


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