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KEGGER!
Welcome newcomers! Please introduce yourself
karaoke!
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Salty Snacks and platters of treats on every table
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Bottled Water, Soda Pop and Merlot are available at the bar
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Please recommend (and unrecommend the Cafe from this morning)
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May the 4’s be with you
Me? I’m ready to ROCK!
Did you remember the tap?
It’s a real bummer if somebody has to drive back to town to get it.
And you call me organized!
I should never doubt you. My abject apologies.
Andi, you misunderstood. I totally forgot until you reminded me!
I had to make a special trip to the store.
“I thought you’d be taller, thinner, more sophisticated!”
I’m terrible at the mental images I project on people. I don’t even look what I think I should look like.
This was a woman I had talked to maybe 20 times a day for 6 months (we did shelf-checks on books at each other’s branch libraries).
So I was kind of excited to meet her. I can’t imagine being tall, thin or sophisticated well, OK, sophisticated – maybe (HA!)
Anyway, as it turned out, if someone was going to describe us it would have been the exact same general description.
So she wasn’t insulting me. It really was just funny. Innocent and funny.
This was a woman I had talked to maybe 20 times a day for 6 months (we did shelf-checks on books at each other’s branch libraries).
So I was kind of excited to meet her. I can’t imagine being tall, thin or sophisticated well, OK, sophisticated – maybe (HA!)
Anyway, as it turned out, if someone was going to describe us it would have been the exact same general description.
So she wasn’t insulting me. It really was just funny. Innocent and funny.
because it doesn’t bother me at all to read the comments all in one paragraph. So don’t worry about re-doing them for my sake.
I can imagine me the tall (of course, for me that’s 5’4″) and even the thin, but not sophisticated, ever.
Someone once told me, though, that I “talked tall.”
Confession: kansas’ author picture completely threw me — how could someone that snarky look like an uber-gracious Glenn Close?
I know some people have a problem with Karaoke, but I didn’t want to waste the sincerity of Open Mike Night on a KEGGER!
Plus the word looks so cool typed out like that.
The concept of people getting up and being interactive is, for me, very positive.
I get called upon to judge at the local bar when they have the yearly Karaoke competition. It is indeed an excrutiating experience at times, especially since maudlin minor key Finnish ballads tend to be popular. But to me it is honest entertainment.
Whilst I am, by nature, elitist, I think it is also important to keep in contact with the everyday stuff. After all, they pay my consulting fees in the end. I have even sung a few times myself. It’s quite fun. We even have two jumbo-taxis in Helsinki which offer Karaoke.
But through the magic of the internet, anyone can sing karaoke here and SOUND GOOD! (Okay, you can mistype the lyrics, but we’ll forgive that!)
Let ‘er rip… I think I need more beer.
The Keg’s over there — in the back
It looks lovely in here Katie, looks like party time in the FBC. I’ll be back….later.
Comin’ at ya…
Enjoy
peace
ummmm. Specials!
right on bro…that’s a keg party now, and plenty of them….Hooooooooooo Laaaaaaaaaaaaawwd…
never mind the tap, just take a hammer and knock the cork outta the side, and roll ya one ; )
LMAO…good work there dada…peace bro
Hey, cool — Have at it!
I have always been mystified by this Americanism.
I have usually had an instant image of a platter as a vinyl record. Is it common in this usage? Is it any kind of tray?
And ‘treats’ as in Trick or Treat? meaning sweets?
Methinks that constant treats are the downfall of the Yankee waistline. Treats are special. Treats are for special occasions. Virtual or otherwise.
Now a platter of ‘cruditée’ would be much healthier, And NO cholesterol-soaked dips please. If you need a dip I can give you a very good recipe with balsamic vinegar, lime juice, chopped chili and a little honey, freshly ground black pepper and a ‘rippaus’ of Maldon sea salt.
Has the American tastebud never matured? š
Yes, platters in this instance are trays….usually larger than a dinner plate….often with artistically arranged “stuff”…veggies, crackers, shrimp, fruit, deserts….all on separate platters. Quite lovely to look at and everyone always says “Oh, I hate to mess it up” before diving in and eating from the center or from the edge to “mess it up” less, but never NOT eating in order to really not mess it up. We never resist eating.
I think you’re right about the American waistline vs platters of treats.
Help me out….what is cruditee? and I’d love the recipe you described. It sounds delicious as well as healthy.
Cruditées (French) are raw vegetables cut into manageable bite or finger sized pieces. Can be anything – carrot, squash, cucumber, cauliflower florets etc.
I don’t have an exact recipe for the dip as I usually just invent. But I’d start with good olive oil and balsamic vineger 3:1 (1 = a large tablespoon) then add the juice of 1 lime. Take a small hot chili and chop it into rings very finely after stripping out the seeds. A healthy grinding of black pepper, a pinch of sea salt – then add runny honey until you get a nice sweet and sour tang. Tasting is the key!
Beat. cover and put in the fridge for an hour. Remember that though the chili is hot, you won’t pick it up when you the dip – it just adds flavour – which is why it needs to marinate for a bit.
I might also crush a clove of garlic, add a splash of worcester sauce, a teaspoon of ground cummin – it really depends on my guests and my mood.
I also often wok chunky vegetabes in the same basic sauce, but add soy and leave out the salt. Soy makes it more liquid and makes it easier to coat the veg with flavor.
BTW I use chili and garlic a lot – both are good for the metabolism I believe. And (Oh don’t get me started on food!), I also use a lot of turmeric – you get fantastic rich sauce colour, an earthy taste, and it is good for the throat!!! Strep Throat is little known in countries that use a lot of turmeric in flavouring. How’s that for a piece of esoteric information???
I always go for the CruditĆ©es…
Has the American tastebud never matured?
I haven’t had Finnish food but I’ve had the great misfortune to spend a couple of weeks in Sweden and that was some of the worst food I’ve ever had — especially when you consider how expensive it was. So I’d say we get a bit of slack compared to your neighbors.
I admit. The basic Finnish diet was designed for hard work and winter survival – but of course, it is excessive today. We have our fair share of hamburger and pizza places too.
But I would say that the average Finn is far more active than the average Yank. You eat it, you burn it – is the general rule š
I’m sure you’re right on the activity level — but if I had to eat that stuff everyday I’d want to burn it up as soon as possible, too.
Now, if you wanted to give some bragging rights to Denmark, I could probably be persuaded. I had a hazelnut torte there that may have been the pastry ever made.
There are 180 types of bread in Finland – my local store has about 50 of them. And pastries too . but of course the Danes have given their name to pastry – and they deserve it…
pastry means nothing to me.
pastry means nothing to me.
pastry means nothing to me.
pastry means nothing to me.
Oh how I love to write ‘n/t’
Then you’ll have noooo problems if you go to Copenhagen where it seems like every other shop has the most mouth-watering looking stuff in the window. I thought about giving up meals and just eating pastry while I was there and I normally don’t even eat desserts.
Or I’ll just have to avoid Copenhagen — if I’m lying.
Oh, don’t avoid Copenhagen — it’s a lovely city to visit. Don’t remember sweets, other than hard candy and licorice… wonderful hard candy, though. And that dense rye bread that is very hard to find here in the States.
You see a lot more veggie trays now at parties than you used to. My mother’s trick is to parboil some of them, like carrots, broccoli and cauliflower, so they’re a bit softer, easier to eat. (Especially for church receptions, with a lot of older folks).
Sven’s dip sounds interesting, I’ll have to show that one to my mother. (She likes chili peppers much better than I do…)
Actually, Considering how often I’ve been to Europe (never), it’s not so much a matter of whether I’m avoiding Copenhagen as, well as whether I’ll ever get a chance to get near it!
Life just keeps interrupting us somehow.
Life just keeps interrupting us somehow.
It’s just so rude that way. You’d think its mother would’ve taught it some manners by now.
(If an early morning reply falls in a late night comment, does anyone read it?)
Yep!
Goodmorning Andi!
I’m trying to decide whether to read the NYT articles myself, or just the analysis here.
hmmm. 8 pages, or I think it’s 8 pages however I slice it!
My sunday morning reading (non-photo fair variety) ritual is to go read the sunday book review pages at a bunch of newspapers. It’s my morning of rest from hard news.
Depends on whether life interrupts it…and if BroFel has put up the Sunday brunch thread yet… š
Where is he anyway?
I actually went off on a tangent — American Discovery Trail. This trail also intersects with other major hiking trails (I haven’t found a complete map yet)
Part of this trail runs through a point a mile and a half from my house.
And I’m wondering….
Maybe next summer we could have a Booman Tribbers walk across the country day. Where we walk a part of either this trail, or one of the connecting trails. Then post the photographs of our individual walks as if they were one long hike.
Anything to stop thinking about Judy and the Fall of the New York Times.
The year the trail was inaugurated, Jim and I participated in a single day “have someone hike every mile of the trail” event. You signed up to do a specfic section.
We got patches and t-shirts. It was a really fun thing to do.
That was a very complicated (in a particularly horrible way) year for us, I wish I could have participated. It sounds like so much fun.
I posted one of my hike picks in the other thread…
I saw it. I’m just discouraged after that Kansas abuse from posting over there for a while.
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I wasn’t abusing Kansas, I love Kansans!
I know, I’m sure I was just projecting my own feelings.
I’ve lived here for almost 40 years, but my heart belongs to Marin County, California. That’s where I grew up, and that’s where I always want to go. My heart relaxes when I’m there.
Except that I live here. And so do all my family and (until I found the BooTrib) friends.
I have friends living in Marin, and I always enjoyed going there. Haven’t been there since 1991, though.
One of the coolest things about Marin is that since 1/3 of it is protected-land or even National Wilderness area, it doesn’t change that much over time.
The populated areas are denser, but the undeveloped land is still there.
I’ve got an image to show you of where our house was/is….
But we’re way too far over to post in this comment, so it’ll be at the end of the list.
(see you there!)
I can’t get the comment to take at the root level??
This is the kind of simple but profound statement that will keep me thoughful for days.
There is a lesson there, lots of lessons, possibly 180 or so.
I think this could become a mantra that will bring world peace.
it could keep us so occupied trying out each variety that we forget to disturb the peace.
I suspect that a number of them are probably flat breads, which, for me, takes them down a notch in desirability.
The greatest bread of all is dark rye with a hole for threading on poles in the kitchen to be preserved thru the winter. Its tough, crusty and fibrous.
If you are bird in the Arctic in winter, you have one overwhelming problem – you cannot spend more energy looking for food, than the food gives you. It is a simple energy balance which means death if you get the equation wrong.
Humans, luckily, understand the concept of storage.
chewing it than it would give you.
Are there no Finnish bread-softening runes that can be recited?
Chewing – as you well know – is not energy-intensive.
Besides, the slightly salty, malty flavour of such bread awakes the saliva glands, which are the real softeners in this context.
Chewing Lappish fur boots on the other hand will show a very low energy expenditure/energy input balance,
are lackadaisickal masticators?
I had heard this but shrugged it off as vicious rumor.
There is no need for humans to chew Lappish fur boots.
That is why God made chihuahuas.
Excuse me a minute.
SHOO! SCAT! Get away from that! Where’s your George Bush action figure? Here. chew that.
Sorry. back.
Now which one of us is going to deal with that poster who was trying to incite anti-flatbread sentiment?
As members in good standing of this society, we are duty bound to defend our views. We are up against people who would use science to convince us that the best bread is not flat.
Though we face ridicule for our views, we must remember that we have been successfully defending our position since the days of the ‘Harmony of the Buns’ debate conducted in monasteries and Synods of a millennium ago.
Bread, like the Earth, should be flat. It may not be – but it should be.
Actually, the virtualness of our cafe means that the treats are in the mind of the visitor.
In my case, a platter of ‘cruditée’ is exactly what I was imagining!
But, I’m running a public establishment, and my public is free to imagine the treats they desire.
And with a total cholesterol of 70 (triglycerides of 19, LDL is 28 & HDL, finally in normal range, 41), my doctor just told me not to worry about how much cholesterol I eat. So, I was thinking about setting out PLATTERS of Ribs later…….
It’s still a lovely fall afternoon here. Here’s a fresh glimpse from our toto dog walk, enhanced by holding my polaroid sunglass lens against the camera.
And in the spirit of the evening, I’ll offer an occasional intermission tune or two–
intervening between his camera lens and the view.
I am just waiting for the romantic vaseline shots…
Puget4 on the deck of our 8′ dinghy, as seen with Vaseline applied to the lens of the camera.
If that is an 8-foot dinghy- I will eat my Bootrib bumper sticker.
And if that striking figure is me, you’ll have to fight me for the bumper sticker.
I can only wish…. sigh
For the boat, that is. š
Laughing out loud!
and smiling.
Vasaline makes boats grow…? š
Toronto visits Montreal tonight…
Go Habs Go!
I noticed that the Leafs finally climbed out of 15th place in the east… Sounds like TO has a reason to celebrate! lol
OOO, I was going to ask: Does anyone here know anything about jewelery?
I need to buy a trinket (like a charm) for my sister. Something that could be worn on a nice chain.
Does anyone have suggestions for a place to look.
Lovell Designs in Maine has some cool stuff.
Cool! There are a couple of pieces that are just the kind of thing I’m looking for.
Thank you. I’ve bookmarked it.
CabinGirl,
I love those designs! Thank you very much for sending me the link. I saw a couple of pieces that I want to get for myself.
But (please don’t hate me), I bought a Celtic Cross from The Metropolitan Museum of Art and they’re sending it to her. I think she needs something very powerful to help her through this problem.
I’m starting to believe in charms.
I have the standing crane in silver…the metropolitan museum has neat stuff too.
We had a very nice sail with a friend today–in the Mobjack Bay and back home- We even stayed relatively sober.
Hi, shycat– Where is Mobjack Bay? It would have been a good day for sailing here.
But, there’s not much sailing in Kansas.
It is right off the Chesapeake Bay-right down the North River from my house,
You can see my house at
37″27.538’N
76″26.599′ W
The Mobjack is a little,exposed bay north of the York River,contiguous to the Chesapeake Bay.
It’s lovely country and lovely,if sometimes treacherous.
Seems like everyone is having a good time, so I`ll take this good mood to ask a question. Is it possible to send a member a private message or how would one post a pic here for a member`s family?
Now I`ll get back to the keg party & “HI ” to Katiebird
Hi Knucklehead! Good to see you.
I don’t think there’s messaging built into this site, but some people have their email displayed under their comments.
And we can’t post pictures directly to the BooTrib servers. But, you can set up an account at a place like:
Picture Trail (which we used for a lot of the Photo Diaries)
or
Photo Bucket
And then link to them. That’s how we displayed the photographs last week (and how the photos here tonight are displayed)
Is that what you mean?
Hope I’m not too late to the party…
Spouse and I had a good day today; we attended a “cruise event” at a local hotel; after seeing a presentation on Alaska cruises, the spouse is ready to leave yesterday! He’s going to have to wait till June though; we’re definitely planning on doing a Seattle roundtrip for his 50th birthday. His birthday is June 21st, and the cruise we’re looking at is due in Juneau that day, so we’ll celebrate with a salmon bake (his favorite). I’ll probably come up with a few other surprises as well… š
He’s never been on a cruise before, so it’s going to be a totally new experience. I’ve been on the Alaska cruise twice; the first time when I was 13, the second when I was 27. Both times with my mom, but the second trip my two oldest nieces, their other grandparents, a couple of their cousins, and their cousins’ mom came along. Four gorgeous young ladies at one table…let’s just say we had excellent service in the dining room the whole trip…lol.
It’s been a long day, so I’m probably going to turn in early…have a great night, folks…
Weird — I couldn’t get it to take with any text.
Oh, well — The red dot is the house I grew up in. The area to the north and south will never be developed.
It was a wonderful place for a child to hike and explore!
Is the big lump of green at the top Mt. Tam? I had friends who lived down the hill from there, sort of across from Erica Road.
I was an East Bay person for a few years in the 80s.
No, we were about 7 miles south of Mt. Tam — My cousins lived in Tam Valley, though so we went there all the time.
No that thing to the north we called (this is funny after 30 years in Kansas) “The Hill”. And every year we’d set off to get to the top. In nine years, I never met anyone who did!
I was poking around on the Internet (funny, did you know you can find out anything on the Internet) and stumbled into the fact that “The Hill” as actually just a 100 ft. shorter than a mountain. But it didn’t reach that level until a couple of rolling thrusts a little farther north.
So, all these years later, I don’t feel like such a loser for not getting to the top. I think that (from our angle at least) you’d have to walk about 50 miles before you got there (up & down and up & down).
Also, in the wilderness to the west (left) they found a crashed WWII plane with the skeleton of the pilot. This was like 1961 or 1962. That was exciting.
Did your friends grow up there? They might know my cousins….
Nah, they’re east coast transplants, every one.