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Saturday, March 11, 2006

Chicken Marinade, Before Stirring.   Know any Pollock jokes? Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk. I’ve always wanted to try Mama Dip’s chicken recipe, similar to Maryland fried chicken, but it calls for a very large volume of buttermilk. So I bought a pint of buttermilk and dumped it into a gallon of ordinary milk and, about a day later, there was enough to proceed. Funny, the amazing things our little bacteria friends will do for us when they’re not busy playing bacterial practical jokes like making us spend a whole day puking and crapping at the same time. I’ve never understood their sense of humor. Besides the buttermilk they made for me, you can see pepper, garlic, Old Bay seasoning, and Tabasco. The salt and lemon juice are not visible, but they’re there, the bacteria know they are there. They don't like salt and vinegar, but that's my little joke on them.     6:59:31 PM    comment []

Nature Abhors A Vacuum     12:21:18 PM    comment []

Humor In Uniform   The Hooded Man Speaks… "They blamed me for attacking U.S. forces," he said, "but I said I was handicapped; how could I fire a rifle?" he said, pointing to his hand. "Then he asked me, 'Where is Osama bin Laden?' And I answered, 'Afghanistan.' " How did he know? "Because I heard it on TV," he replied.     2:44:10 AM    comment []