Considering you've got some first hand experience in this matter, is there any truth to the rumor that "south of the border women" are found to be way above average in the lovemaking department? I've had several different guys swear to me this is the god's honest truth. One of them actually adopted the Chicano dress and cultural wherewithal of his long time gal pal. Is there some sort of cultural thing about these ladies, or is it just a bunch of guys talking alot of horseshit? When I was down in San Diego, some years back, I had a couple of occasions where the wimmen' I met showed alot of interest. Mind you, they weren't whores, just gals my own age looking to hang out with this humble gringo. Their body language, soft touch of the hand, big eyes and wide smiles were unmistakeable and no, they hadn't just escaped from an insane asylumn, nor were they trying to pick my pocket. What say you?
I am partial to both those from "down south" and asians. Not really sure why. I have found that in a lot of ways they are more like american women form a long time ago. More into the family thing as well.
And I must admoit I got very fed up with nurotic white chicks. Probably some left that are not nurotic, just they get picked off quick and not turned loss from.
As for anything else, yiou never know ubntil you take it for a test drive. Last itme I did that I wound up married for 15 years, so I guess it must have worked pretty good.
That women are women and men are men. They realize you want to run up in them. They might not let you, but they dont automaticly get pissed because you want to. If you dont want to they think you might be a fag.
So if you have the chance, hang out for a bit. Might just be a bit of conversation. Or it might be something mighty tasty.
I had a suspicion that was the case. I quickly got the idea that the one's I met out in San Diego were a little more grounded in the here and now and in what was really important, than most "white-bread" females you see today. I found the same to be true in many of the waitresses I knew, back when I worked the restaurant and catering trade. Really stressful, intense, work has a way of bringing that out in women. When I was a young man, the saying was. "If you work in the resturant trade, you won't make much money, but you'll never go to bed hungry or alone."
You may find it hard to believe, but I can sometimes be a really fick' bastard where it comes to the wimmen'. My Dad once said to me during my youth that "You couldn't get laid in a women's prison." So imagine my surprise when the first woman of Hispanic background that I talked to at length in San Diego appeared to be coming on to me? She was the night manager of the Holiday Inn Continental Breakfast diner. I had gotten up early, while it was still dark to get my morning coffee and take a look at the morning papers, while my brother stayed sound asleep, back in our shared room. I had the coffee house almost to myself when I sat down at my table and started chatting with her. Before long, she came out from behind the counter to sit down at my table and we sipped our coffee together. Josefina looked to be in her mid 40's who was still "girl next door" cute, with a respectful rack, dark hair and a nice bod. She was also very friendly and laughed at most of my bullshit jokes and stupid comments. Before long, I noticed that much of her body language indicated interest. She had big, dark eyes, a nice friendly smile, and she kept touching me while leaning closer, the longer we talked. I started to feel the sap start to rise and quickly lost all interest in both the newspaper and my coffee. The more we talked, the more I thought about inviting her to my uncle's big, pre-Halloween Party that he was throwing that night at his house.
About that time, my hammerheaded brother walked into the diner and sat down at our table, totally breaking the spell. Josefina quickly got up and went back to her job behind the counter and that was the end of it.
To me, they're about as appealing as a chicken wing. A snippet of fatty meat on a stick made out of bone - kinda like a chicken wing is one bite of fatty meat and skin with one half on one wee bone stick and the other on 2 bone sticks.
I don't care how long you boil or broil or roast or smoke or soak or whatever to the damned things. They still seem like something you might consume if the alternative was starving to death, or that they ate back in Ye Olde Dayyes when you hadda consume everything from the animal's brains to it's arse 'cos you never knew where your next meal might be coming from.
I could see maybe using 'em to make soup, where the lardy bits would become part of the stock, and the fact that they ain't got enough meat on 'em to bother with would sort of be negated by the fact that you'd throw the whole "cage" worth into the pot bones and all to boil that shit right off 'em.
We used to put away a lotta wings back in the mid/late '80s, back when we consumed booze and dope like they were the fifth and sixth basic food groups.
Even then I never saw the point to ribs, though. Too much work, I guess. All you hadda do to get wings was make a phone call & a couple or 4 drinks later some dude showed up with 'em.
Now just the thought of the damned things pretty much sickens me. Every now & then I'll try a couple if I'm at a "thing" and somebody's gotten some, and their grotesque nature is confirmed for me every time.
I suppose they might make a good thing to throw into soup, but you'd have to rip off that fuckin' skin first.
I only cook racks of spare ribs maybe three times a year for several reasons. They're usually not a good value for the buck and are oftentimes more expensive than better cuts of meat. They can also be fattier than hell. You also end up throwing away about half of its overall bulk, ie. bones, fat and gristle into the garbage. I do use them when I make kapusta, (ribs and sauerkraut) but I usually use country pork ribs at the same time. To be fair, I sometimes do get a hankering for spare ribs during the summer months and my combination of slow smoking and finishing them in an electric roaster, guarentees they will be fall off the bone tender and about as lean as they're ever going to be. Good chow!