Archive for November 2011

Watch Your Language!

Udderly Wrong

The news of Barney Frank’s retirement on Monday made the political guard at the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee (DCCC) shutter. – David Bossie, The Cagle Post

Bad usage makes me shudder.

Your Weekly Politickle: BARRYCADE

Feel free to publish, post, or pass on Your Weekly Politickle by F.R. Duplantier:

BARRYCADE
Many ugly and arrogant faces
Overrun and defile public places;
While Obama and spouse
Violate the White House,
We’ll ignore other occupied spaces.

From the archive:

UP WITH POULPE
Organizing a movement’s no small feat,
Nor securing a venue where all meet:
See the cephalopods,
Queued in querulous squads,
Launch a protest called Octopi Wall Street.
(2011)

IN USE
At Zuccotti Park we tried,
But the line was long outside.
Can someone please show
Us a good place to go
That’s not currently occupied?
(2011)

THE DODD COUPLE
They’re determined, dirty, deft,
And audacious on the Left:
First Dodd and Frank
Defraud a bank,
Then investigate the theft.
(2009)

SHORT FAT FANNIE
It’s so nice when a friend interposes
And everything’s coming up roses:
With Congressman Frank
Protecting his flank,
It was nothing but roses for Moses.
(2008)

BIRDS OF A FEATHER
In both Parties you’ll find creep and crank,
Even some who are thoroughly rank,
But Republicans wholly
Have disavowed Foley,
While the Democrats laud Barney Frank.
(2006)

WEENIE ROAST
In Congress there’s many a crank,
And a few who belong in the tank,
But leading the race
As a public disgrace
Is the Honorable Barney Frank!
(1998)

Last week’s limerick:

LEFTOVERS
Thursday’s carcass long after supplies
Turkey Sandwiches, Stews, and Pot Pies;
Turkey Omelets, Fettucini,
Casseroles, Tetrazzini;
Turkey Gumbo, à la King, and Surprise.

Watch!

Maven, You Fiend!

596! That’s what I scored in computer Scrabble minutes ago. Beat my inhuman nemesis, Maven, by over 250 points. Played five seven/eight-letter words: reliers, earrings, seamiest, foreign, toadying. Ah, but he got the last laugh. He knows I’m dying to break 600 — and he kept me from doing so by going out when I had one tile left (a T). I had 597. All I needed was one more turn to play that T. There were multiple places I could have played it, any one of which would have put me over the elusive 600. But no, Maven had to go  out!

I came within one turn of breaking 600 last year, too, right about this time, so  I guess I’ll have to wait a whole nother year for my next big chance.

Watch Your Language!

Poor Choice of Word

More damaging emails will likely be uncovered during the next few days as observers pour through the 5,000 emails. – Forbes.com

Pore, not pour!

Watch Your Language, cont.

Gobbler Warming

Fan Fraudster on FB!

 

Three themes are emerging from the newly released emails: (1) prominent scientists central to the global warming debate are taking measures to conceal rather than disseminate underlying data and discussions; (2) these scientists view global warming as a political “cause” rather than a balanced scientific inquiry; and (3) many of these scientists frankly admit to each other that much of the science is weak and dependent on deliberate manipulation of facts and data. – Forbes.com

We’ll be heating and eating leftovers today — and thanking God for the continuing exposure of the turkeys behind the global warming/climate change hoax.

Faith in Gore

Tea Time, Episode 11: Environmental Impact

Don’t Forget the Bread Pudding!

“That was some great Cajun food!” said Frank Parrish to the head cook at Chez Louisiane after a sumptuous meal of filé gumbo, shrimp Creole, and bread pudding in the first episode of the critically acclaimed 1987 TV show Frank’s Place.

Frank’s compliment was not well received. As the cook glared at Frank, his assistant explained: “That ain’t Cajun food, Frank. That’s Creole!”

While feature films and television programs frequently blur the distinction between New Orleans and its Cajun neighbors in southwest Louisiana, the producers of Frank’s Place were uncommonly meticulous. The show’s creator, Hugh Wilson, and its star, Tim Reid, visited New Orleans to search for a restaurant to use as a model for the show.

They found it in Chez Hélène, an award-winning black Creole restaurant on the outskirts of the French Quarter.

The restaurant’s decor and its staff and clientele were faithfully recreated in the television program. Tony Burton, who played the cook, bore an eerie resemblance to Chez Hélène chef and proprietor Austin Leslie. Leslie, who served as a consultant to the program, personally prepared the mouthwatering dishes shown in the opening episode. He also catered that first taping and claimed with justifiable pride that “the food made everybody act good.”

Austin Leslie has passed away and Chez Hélène is no more, but the Leslie legacy lives on in a pocket-sized cookbook published in 1984, which features, among other culinary delights, this delicious gem:

Ruby’s Bread Pudding with Rum Sauce
1 loaf stale French bread
1/4 lb. butter
1/4 lb. raisins
3 eggs, beaten
1/4 cup light brown sugar
1 can evaporated milk
1 1/4 cups sugar
1 small can crushed pineapple
3 tbsp. vanilla extract
1/2 tsp. nutmeg

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Wet the bread and squeeze the water out of it. Melt the butter and mix with all other ingredients. Pour mixture into a well buttered 8 x 11 inch baking pan. Bake for 40 to 50 minutes or until a knife inserted in the center comes out clean. Serves 8.

Rum Sauce
3/4 cup butter (room temperature)
1 1/2 cups sugar
2 oz. white rum

Whip butter until light and gradually add the sugar until the mixture is fluffy. Next, add rum and beat several more minutes. Refrigerate. Serve over warm pudding.

“The Duty of All Nations”

In his Thanksgiving Proclamation of 1789, President George Washington noted that “it is the duty of all nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey His will, to be grateful for His benefits, and humbly to implore His protection and favor.” – F.R. Duplantier, “Behind the Headlines”

washington

Invasion of the Fruitcakes

Your Weekly Politickle: LEFTOVERS

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LEFTOVERS
Thursday’s carcass long after supplies
Turkey Sandwiches, Stews, and Pot Pies;
Turkey Omelets, Fettucini,
Casseroles, Tetrazzini;
Turkey Gumbo, à la King, and Surprise.

From the archive:

DRESS CODE
We showed up in our holiday best,
With the exception of one honored guest,
So the dinner was late
And we all had to wait
Because “Tom” was not properly dressed.
(2010)

ASK AND RECEIVE
The poor Tinman is lacking a heart,
While the Scarecrow is not very smart;
And the King of the Forest,
Expected to roar best,
Is reluctant to play a brave part.
(2009)

OOH LA LA!
A fried turkey injected with spice,
Shrimp-stuffed mirlitons and dirty rice,
Pecan pie, oyster dressing –
How we rush through the blessing!
Yes, a Creole Thanksgiving is nice.
(2008)

GRATITUDE
If you’re thankful for your lot
And all the things you’ve got,
Then say a prayer
And give a care
For someone on the spot.
(2007)

FAVORITE DISH
How much better can Thanksgiving get?
In my bedroom a 60-inch set,
And in HD displayed
This year’s Macy’s Parade:
Waking up to a scrumptious Rockette!
(2007)

SATIETY
With the turkey and trimmings procured,
Our Thanksgiving repast is assured,
But it won’t be complete
‘Til we sit down to eat
And the family’s as stuffed as the bird.
(2006)

CIRCULAR SAUCE
If your husband’s a Thanksgiving fan
And a cranberry sauce kind of man,
You might make him a batch
Of the sauce all from scratch,
But he’ll miss that weird goop in the can!
(2005)

THANKSGIVING
Lord, we ask of you a boon:
To bless our guests this noon.
We’re so grateful they
Could come today –
And have to leave real soon!
(2004)

GOBBLER
Hold your horses; we’re not in a race.
Get that drumstick away from your face.
Now put your fork down
And stop making that frown.
You can eat when we finish the grace.
(2003)

Last week’s limerick:

UP WITH POULPE
Organizing a movement’s no small feat,
Nor securing a venue where all meet:
See the cephalopods,
Queued in querulous squads,
Launch a protest called Octopi Wall Street.