Just So You Know
Because it is apparently absolutely critical to the selection process for Supreme Court Justices, I have executed an extensive search regime [I typed into Google] and after an extended period [measured in nanoseconds] I located the recipe for patitas de cerdo con garbanzo. I think that someone has confused it with head cheese, because the recipe calls for, well, ham hocks and beans [chickpeas]. There’s nothing about tongues or ears.
I’m not sure what ham hocks and beans have to do with deciding court cases, but some people think it’s important.
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the other dish mentioned was tongue and whatever, the one that had lengua in the description.
not that any of this has anything at all to do with deciding court cases.
hipparchia´s last blog post..[for reference]
I must have missed that one, because all of the references I saw were to this dish.
This is “po’ folks food”, someone else gets the ham and you get the bone, so you make soup. I still don’t understand why this is important to being a judge.
I don’t like Scalia or Alito, but it has nothing to do with calamari, even though I don’t like it either.
I have this major problem that I think the government should be of, by, and for the people and should be promoting the general welfare, not the interests of corporations.
I probably have more than average curiosity about what people eat, just because my own diet is so passing strange. But does it make a difference to how a judicial candidate will decide court cases? You must be kidding me!
I think Sotomayor’s opponents are on the verge of desperation, looking for literally anything to throw at her. Now they’re throwing tongue and ham hocks at her. What garbage… and I’m not talking about the food, which for poor people is probably a cheap, decently satisfying meal. Poor people eat beans and cheap grades of meat; that’s what I ate when I was a child and my family was (yes, quite literally) poor. Get over it, wing-nuts. The only “head cheese” here is inside the heads of the idiots indulging in this character assassination.
pigs feet and ears en espanol.
it’s not the food that’s important, it’s having something to rally the tribe members. anything will do, even pigs feet.
I remember when “soul food” became the rage up North. My response to people who suggested that we go was, I ate that as I kid because that’s what we could afford, and I can afford better.
I admit that I love good, home-made bean soup with the bone of a properly cured ham as the major seasoning. I like it better than the ham itself, to the point that I have given away most of the meat to get that bone – one of the most expensive meals I’ve ever had, but it was goooood. You can make it with hocks, but the real ham bone is so much better.
The fact that it is poured over a bed of rice tells you it is for working people without much money. Most of the protein is from the beans and lots of carbs for energy.
Head cheese isn’t a delicacy, it is what is left for the poor.
These people are stark, raving lunatics. Somehow a ruling about the New York law making nunchuks illegal is about taking guns away from people, when it was actually about not letting Asian gangs beat the crap out of people. She supported “states’ rights” and she’s a Nazi. They have lost it.
They should have saved up their angst for a liberal, not Sotomayor.
Ah, yes, a transcription error caused by pulling things out of context without the requisite ellipsis and not having anyone who could understand foreign words that were embedded in the sample. Yep, that’s the Village.
Thanks, Hipparchia.
pretty sad when major media outlets can’t even get a few spanish words. it’s not like they were having to translate an entire article or book or speech or anything, just a handful of phrases,
when i was in puerto rico, we were out in the boonies, and ate a lot of mystery food, since i was the only one who spoke any spanish [and had forgotten most of it by then] and i refused to ask what the ingredients were. we had one vegetarian in the group, so i learned to order things sin carne and we all learned platanos, mofongo, empanada early on but that was as far as we went with the ingredients.
now that i’ve read these descriptions i know some of what i was eating. i think i liked it better when i didn’t know.
I keep tellin ya Bryan… The ONLY solution is to either round them all up and send them to Pluto, or just shoot them. Much cheaper. If you’re squeamish, send them all to Afghanistan. Same end. I guarantee the Taliban know who they all are. At the very least, Justice would finally be served, and you might even be able to broker a peace deal with the Taliban after their blood oaths are sated. Then at least these morons will have achieve some good, and at a very low cost, given that they aren’t worth a plugged nickel alive. Consider it a miracle. 😆
I an not known as an ‘end justifies the means’ kind of guy, but in this case, it’s a valid exception that validates the rule.
*Nobody ever listens to me!* 😛
As for food… After over a year in survival training and a year in Cambodia (and other atrocities with food I’ve endured around the World), I’ll eat just about anything, anywhere, anytime. Because I have. 😉 I’ve had severe food poisoning twice in my life, once was from an expensive restaurant, they other was a take-away (fast food) joint because I was late off a flight to a meeting. I spent over 21 hours in emergency starting that night. I learned that morphine is the best thing ever invented by man or nature! 😉
BTW… It must be a universal constant that when one is in total agony, barely able to breathe, white as a sheet, covered in sweat and heart racing at about 200 bpm.. that Paramedics will ask stupid questions that you have no hope in the Universe of understanding or answering!! Like “Are you allergic to morphine?” Which when asked, I did the only sensible thing and grabbed him by the throat and squeezed so they were forced to knock me out! Amazing how strong desperation and agony can make one! 😉
Idiots! I don’t know how they survive.
It is worse, Hipparchia, when that media outlet can’t figure it out from an article that provides the translations in line. I thought they were supposed to be better than “bloggers” because they had editors and fact checking. If you had high school Latin you should have been able to figure it out, and if you are writing about the law in the US you really need to have taken Latin.
I ate stuff all around the world and never asked how it was made as long as I saw the locals eating it first. It’s all going to be protein, carbs, and fat, so get over it. When you’re hungry you eat. Learning what’s in it spoils the fun.
It’s strange, Kryten, but flying around the world and hanging out in some extremely “undeveloped” areas, all of my serious illnesses occurred in the US. I had a supply of antibiotics with me outside of the US, courtesy of the Air Force, but I should have been taking them in this country.
As for medical personnel, I want you to know that what follows is an actual quote from a “respected” medical web site in its description of first aid for stinging jelly fish:
“CPR may be necessary for all stings if the person stops breathing and/or no longer has a pulse.”
Ya think? Really, CPR if someone “stops breathing” or “no longer has a pulse”, well, OK, I’d never thought of that 😈
I’m waiting for my Mother to kill the next doctor or nurse who tries to suggest that she is having a heart attack or stroke, when she wants a prescription for antibiotics for a urinary tract infection.
You’re lucky the morphine works for you because it was a military staple, and it has minimal effect on me. For whatever reason most of the standard painkillers don’t do much in my body, other than upset my stomach. In general, instead of being in pain, I end up in pain and nauseous after the medication.