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Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Special note. Watch out about the mixture of reality and any official "news". Sometimes they don't match. Did Steve land in Hawaii? Apparently he ran out of gas exactly where he had originally intended.
Steve Fossett took off an Monday in the Virgin Atlantic GlobalFlyer inhis attempt to fly around the world without refueling? Why. Heattempted to fly into history. Does anyone care? I don't but I willtell you that he didn't succeed. He might have flown in the wrongdirection. His flight ended today.
The current non-stop flight record is 12,532 miles(20,168 kilometers), set by a B-52 bomber in 1962. This pilot waspissed and he didn't have a recorded name except "captain".
Do we know where Steve ended up? Yes we do and he is notthe first or the last. It happens all the time. Nothing in the news sofar but I looked up some of the boys out in NORAD. In thisblog I reported last Christmas Eve where Santa was plotted by NORAD.Santa Claus ended up in the same location as Steve did. That's right,Hawaii. The man is a millionaire. Hah, he's going to love the gasprices in Hawaii standing right along side the rest of our locals.
This man used to fly balloons. In order to fly 23,000miles in his jet I would hope to travel faster than 287 miles per hourin the slowest jet that I've ever heard of (ahem, no food, no movie, norestroom).

Yep, a jet. Faster than balloons, slower than most.
Good luck Steve. Welcome to Hawaii. See you again some time.

12:40:02 PM Feed Me! []

Lemonade with your Stuffed Shrimp?
The party continues...
Once again, does rich ever write about strange occurrences? I think that's pretty much guaranteed. How did this one begin?
History: Part I:
Here are the facts about myself. One of these days I might even be identified but not just yet. At some remote time, let's say 25 years ago I began a strange party. My richenatrix is a worthless cook. What? I'm only saying, that if you want to enjoy a meal - don't let the richenatrix do the cooking. Rich does instead. Generally on a basis of my free time which means once or twice a month maximum, I present a test cooking result for selected invites (rich has a lot of friends) strictly on Wednesdays. Why on earth would anyone ever want to go to a party on any Wednesday? No one but some do enjoy being invited to my "test days". What on earth are "test days"? Well, I want to prepare some interesting foods and I kind of know how to do them but I'm not quite sure exactly how long to cook them and which spices go with them and on and on per se? My "real" dinner parties occur on Saturdays. Occasionally they also happen on Wednesdays. If you've eaten let's hear your criticisms or whatever and then get the hell out of here - I have to go to work tomorrow....
I'll throw some thanks to Paul Hinrichs I'd be willing to bet that this man might have the same thoughts on occasion. (Good lord - not my thoughts - just the same general theory about different foods at unknown schedules...)
Last week's soiree main recipe was called simply and appropriately "stuffed shrimp". On my "test" Wednesdays I open canned crab meat, combined them with a bunch of secret ingredients and cheap assed cracker crumbs. Rather expensive large shrimp were then butterflied and filled with my specially flavored crab meat and topped with a creme condiment sauce. Don't miss Saturday night. Damn these were good.
What am I doing instead with my busted arm? Remember, I'm the cook in our family:

What is a Calamondin? I had to plant this beast. No one continues in existence while living in a pot. Here is what happened with "one arm" rich yesterday. I thought perhaps that I could dig a hole in order to plant this beast with a shovel. Have you ever tried to dig a hole using a shovel while using only one arm?
A man was working on a neighbor's fence with a monster tractor backhoe. I caught him while he was reloading it on it's trailer. I flashed a twenty-dollar bill. That was all it took. He asked "Where?"
I told him to follow me.
The backhoe was driven into my backyard. I told him to get out. He was holding my Jackson and he asked, "Do you know what you're doing?".
I pushed the outside handles to lower the tractor's jacks and the man moved until I had had my "two minutes" while I could dig the hole big enough to plant my tree
The job has been accomplished and the smiling man along with his tractor and my twenty dollar bill are both gone and my strange tree is unexplainably planted in order to plant a strange result. What will result?
I plan to convert sour tangerines into a unique lemonade drink. Do you want to try one? The next time that I have to plant anything I expect to have my arm back. I can still cook.

8:12:10 AM Feed Me! []