Hey Kid: How about watermelon aqua fresca? Puree a mess o' watermelon, mix with sugar and lime juice and water.
What I'm making for dinner tonight: take out. My soon-to-be has been ill this week, Junior is off to the circus with his dad, the stepkids are with their mom, so we're staying in and having candlelight and quiet conversation. I've also told him that dressing for dinner is not necessary - in other words -- clothing is *optional* <wink>. We may have dessert vvvveeerrrryyyy late, heehehe.
The meal that RW and Quinn prepared was delicious! It was such a treat. That's the thing about travelling, you never know what might be available to eat.
And it you're a picky about how and what you eat, you can be disappointed with goats head tacos or some such thing! But the chicken, beef brisket and beans were lip smacking good. A very memorable meal. Thanks again you two.
How's life with those two young boys. I remember the days when my four sons were that age. I wish I could go back. Oh well, back to that chicken with beer can recipe. I've never made it, but my ma told me it was the best chicken she has ever had and she is one picky eater. Who'd have thought chicken with beer?
I gotta try it too.
1 (4-pound) whole chicken
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
2 tablespoons salt
1 teaspoon black pepper
3 tablespoons of your favorite dry spice rub
1 can beer
Remove neck and giblets from chicken and discard. Rinse chicken inside and out, and pat dry with paper towels. Rub chicken lightly with oil then rub inside and out with salt, pepper and dry rub. Set aside.
Open beer can and take several gulps (make them big gulps so that the can is half full). Place beer can on a solid surface. Grabbing a chicken leg in each hand, plunk the bird cavity over the beer can. Transfer the bird-on-a-can to your grill and place in the center of the grate, balancing the bird on its 2 legs and the can like a tripod.
Cook the chicken over medium-high, indirect heat (i.e. no coals or burners on directly under the bird), with the grill cover on, for approximately 1 1/4 hours or until the internal temperature registers 165 degrees F in the breast area and 180 degrees F in the thigh, or until the thigh juice runs clear when stabbed with a sharp knife. Remove from grill and let rest for 10 minutes before carving.
Take care,
TLMM
This message has been edited by taigalucy on Aug 23, 2005 1:35 PM
How's going? The 2 boys are great(sometimes)but I am glad that I have boys, especially when E and I are waiting for a free shower after his swim class.
Onto the chicken - I am having a hard time imagining how I can balance a 4 pound chicken on its legs and a beer can. Does it really work?
i am gobsmacked, that has got to be the weirdest thing i have heard anyone do with a chook (aus for chicken) hahaha
is it a trick to confuse beer drinkers or does the beer in the can flavour the chicken and keep it moist???
now i am not sure what you mean by the grill, i imagine an outdoor cooking thing, like what we call a webber, like a base on legs, that you put coals in, has a grill plate and then a lid, when put together looks like a big ball. is that the thing your are talking about???
i am intrigued!!!
cheers
kath
ps can you do it with other canned alcohol, eg jim beam and coke or something???
This message has been edited by spirit60 on Aug 24, 2005 8:21 AM
A bit of a thread-jack: I hope we can all get together just to share our different foods and languages....Oooooohhh, how fun it would be to hear the aus and Uk accents! Might you enjoy the Minnesota Ya, sur, ya bet'cha's? And I do love those Texan drawls...y'all.
LOL RW. Hav ya been up nort recently? We are determined to keep the accent alive and well up in dez here parts. And, didn't ya'll say u were transplanted from Texas? No wonder ya think we are accent free. Nice compliment though.
haha judy, aussies dont have accents, where did you get that idea from, we talk normal,it is YOU guys who all talk funny hahaha
RW is gitchie goomie really a place, i have heard the name but thought it was a fictional place haha, oops sorry.
was it in a song or something, now it is bugging me about where i might have heard it?!
cheers
kath
ok the only thing we do say funny is sandwich, pronounced 'semmitch' and new zealanders cant say six, they say sex haha, which is probably how they keep bloody breeding !
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.
The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind
When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.
The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.
By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood the wigwam of Nokomis,
Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis.
Dark behind it rose the forest,
Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees,
Rose the firs with cones upon them;
Bright before it beat the water,
Beat the clear and sunny water,
Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water
Editor's Introduction
Longfellow's works have been the subject of near endless parody over the years, mainly because they are so easily recognized. Their clarity and seemingly effortless simplicity of his works ingrains them in our memories.
One of his most recognizable works is The Song of Hiawatha, based on an accumulation of American Indian stories and legends. Much of this work was based on The Myth of Hiawatha compiled by Jane and Henry Rowe Schoolcraft. Henry was a historian, explorer, and geologist who was superintendent of Indian affairs for Michigan from 1836 to 1841. Jane was an Ojibway indian whose name translated into english as 'The Woman of the Sound Which the Stars Make Rushing Through the Sky'. The Ojibway, and northwestern Michigan, would serve most of a century later as the background for Ernest Hemingway's Nick Adams stories (a character who bears several parallels to Hiawatha).
Longfellow spent nearly a year and a half on Hiawatha, finishing in November of 1855. The meter he used was based on a Finnish epic poem called the Kalevala. To truely appreciate the measured sound of it, I recommend listening to Maddy Prior's vocals on the second movement of Mike Oldfield's recording Incantations. Oldfield interrestingly uses Ben Jonson's Hymn to Diana in the fourth movement to maintain a similar theme, rythm, and feel.
As an additional item on Longfellow's resume of American Indian works, all of the translated Ojibwa Indian songs in the 'Traditional' section of Poets' Corner are adaptations by Longfellow.
On a personal note, the feel that you get looking out over Lakes Michigan and Superior, or hiking or canoeing through the national forests in Michigan is very consistent with Longfellow's imagery.
This Web version of The Song of Hiawatha was scripted by Steve S. from an existing ASCII text. The vocabulary, I believe, was created by Woodrow W. Morris
--Steve
Whoops, this website is from Steve but I copied it off to post.
Judy
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dad says he and mum were like the bow and the arrow 'each useless with out the other' which is what we have had enscribed on the head stone at her grave.
