Food

What I’m Watching: Ugly Delicious

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NETFLIX: Traveling the world with his friends, award-winning chef David Chang discovers exciting twists on iconic dishes and surprising links between cultures.

As a self-proclaimed Foodie, not a refined palate or anything, I just like to frickin’ eat.  I saw this Chef on the Daily Show and finally got around to watching an episode that resonated in my belly. It was Episode Five, The Fried Chicken Episode where David Change traveled the world visiting, speaking with and eating loads to fried chicken.

It’s rare that you can watch a documentary and really learn something.  Here is a quick history lesson which coincides with women’s history month.  Black women were some of the first entrepreneurs having small businesses cooking, what else chicken. The only live stock blacks or negros could own were chickens, the old yard bird.  In order to make more money for feed and seed, on Sunday’s the women sold fried chicken dinners.

Black women also worked the train stations, selling fried chicken dinners to travelers in need of a home cooked Southern meal.

Restaurants throughout the south catered to the black family who wanted a meal outside of the home after church on Sunday, which led to the Green Book: The Negro Traveler’s Guide.

Green Book for Negro TravelersSee the source image

The NegroTravelersGreenBook was a travel guide series published from 1936 to 1964 by Victor H. Green. It was intended to provide African American motorists and tourists with the information necessary to board, dine, and sightsee comfortably and safely during the era of segregation.
Stopping in the wrong place asking to use the potty often resulted in brutal beatings if not death. The Green Book also provided up to date road etiquette guides on how to travel the roads. This included not passing a white person on the road by speeding past them which was taken as an act of aggression by pulling ahead of the man.  This also could result in a beatings if not death.
A digital version is available through the University of South Carolina, which detailed on satellite the hotels and restaurants people of color could stop for a good meal, a place to sleep or event to get drinks. 

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Not to digress to much, let me come back to Chef Chang.  The documentary on fried chicken covers a great deal of information, but also how well the yard bird is loved world wide.  It is pretty good show, and worth a binge watch on Netflix.

I think I enjoyed the most his recounting his first taste of Nashville Hot Chicken. Once you watch it, come back and share with me how hilarious you found his story.


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Great tips for Everyday living.

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How awesome is this?  Great tips for making your kitchen life easy.  Who says there is nothing worthwhile on Facebook?

Today’s Writing Exercise in the WTF Land.

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I would be one starving ass if this is what it takes to catch some dinner.

Nope.

#nope.

N.O.P.E.

Okay, adjusting myself to , “Aww hell naw!”

On dining out….

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Couple enjoying dinner --- Image by © JLP/Jose L. Pelaez/CorbisYesterday, as hubby and I sat in the local Cheddars sharing an Asian salad with giant wontons and a burger, we were engrossed in stimulating conversation.  The waitress was pleasant and did not overly interrupt us with “can I get ya anything,” or “ya’ll okay over here?”  All in all it was a nice lunch.  Until…

Yes here comes the straw that broke the camel’s back.  The hostess sits a young couple behind us with two very active toddlers.

What the Frankenstein?

DO we have any kids?

Why are you sitting that screaming pile of family fun behind us?  bad-behaving-boy1

Better yet, why are you putting kids in the same section as all of these people who came out to dine without a screaming child?

You know guys, I was just thinking, restaurants should have a family section. A section of the restaurant with stain proof carpet, animations playing on small flat screens, coloring books and such.

Their own damned section.

No, I am not anti-family.  But my kid is grown.  And until he gets married and brings us some grandkids, I don’t want to dine with screaming kids.

Things You Must Do To Be Happier

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So I am trolling the internet newsfeeds and FB feeds and I came across this article dated February 4 by  on Starting Today You Can Be the Happiest Person If You Pick Up These Habits..  I was intrigued and thought I would read the article.

In general, I am a happy person, mainly, because I am too stupid to worry about things in which I have no control.  The other reason I am happy is because I can see things as they are and laugh at the absurdity of it all. So please forgive me Mr. Adler, I did thoroughly enjoy your article, but being who I am, I am going to enjoy it even more once I make some adjustments.

I do like your positive start, “I think of myself as the happiest person whenever I walk into a room, and most people notice my smile right away. Here are 20 ways you can find yourself as happy as I am.”

My first thought, his doctor gave him some good sh*t. If I up my happy pills, I can be the happiest son of a gun in the room too.  Follow it up with a glass of Chenin Blanc, you would have to pull me off the chandelier. So I am going to follow your list, but add my own versions of what you are seeing.

1. Let it go.

If you are sitting down making lists on how to manage your life, this is probably the first thing you need to let go.  Life is about living not sitting at home making lists about sh*t you know you shouldn’t be doing anyway.

2. Be kind.

Go ahead and tell your best friend LaQueeda that she should not wear that dress because even on the savannah, that zebra print dress would confuse the hell out anything and anyone. Be kind, tell her it perplexes you just watching her ass move in it, and she should never wear it again.  In the long run, when she starts speaking to you again, it will be okay.

74883. Think of your problems as challenges.

You know you don’t have all of the rent today, and honestly, you ain’t going to have it tomorrow either.  BUT, in two days, when Pookie comes back, you will have the rest.  Go ahead and give them what you have, say you will pay the late fee, and bring the rest when Pookie hooks you up. You have just challenged yourself and succeeded.  Look at you grow.

4. Express gratitude.

The next time you call your sister and she launches into that long winded rant about her ailments and maladies, yell in the phone, “Thank God you are alive one more day to complain about it.  I know some people who are dead today. Go ahead, if you don’t believe me, pick up the obituary.  See, dead folks…ain’t you grateful?” I bet she feels a whole lot better about her gout.

idris_elba_075. Dream big.

Yeah, that one. Don’t be scared.  Walk up to that big ball of sexiness and let them know lucky they are.  If you weren’t already taken, you would ride them so hard you would scramble their molecules.  And because you are scientifically inclined, you can separate the DNA and rebuild them to be even sexier. GO hard or GO home is my motto.

6. Speak well of others.

Don’t be shy, tell your boss that you are very happy that Ellen got the promotion; it wasn’t your turn.  You can even let him now that since she separated her eyebrows, her confidence is way up.  Way to go Ellen!

7. Be in the now.

Put down the cell phone and yell across the gym at random people, “I am unfriending you now in person, I will do it again when I finish on the treadmill.  But then I will use my phone!” Who says your communication skills are not what they used to be, everyone in the room heard you.

8. Do not compare yourself to others.

There is absolutely no point.  Her boobs are bigger and will sag way before yours do. And so what if you gained a little weight, at least you aren’t STILL single. It doesn’t matter if you had a cheeseburger and fries for lunch.  Rhona had a twizzle stick, a craisin, and a bottle of water.  Yeah, she may be a size 4, but she is hungry as F*ck and single. Let her gnaw on that while she is dreaming her pillow is a marshmallow. Oh yeah, she is sleeping alone, because she is single.

9. Realize you don’t need others’ approval.

Of course you don’t need anyone’s approval. HOWEVER, Dan in accounting said you look really hot in the green dress.  Go ahead, wear it every other Thursday when you know he is coming to your floor for the bi-weekly conference call.  Why not?  You look hot, Dan said so.  Nice Dan.  Sweet Dan.  You’re going to scramble Dan’s molecules on the second date.

10. Be honest.

Okay, I got bored with Mr. Adler’s post at this point and this is when I decided to tear it apart. I feel better.  Don’t you? Let’s continue shall we?

11. Take time to listen.

What? I’m sorry, I looked up and your lips were moving.  Were you talking to me?  Why you getting all mad?  I heard half of it. See.  See. That’s what I mean.  You are so hard to communicate with….arrggh!

12. Accept what can’t be changed.

Dammit, you know Scandal is on, why are you still talking to me? arrrggh!

13. Read daily selections from a book of wisdom.

Okay.  Open Twitter Feed.

BjB6CtoIEAEAA8UDory@ltsDoryBitch                       Mar 19

these are stronger than most people’s relationships pic.twitter.com/ckrUYBSiRv

(hit reply–insert good one-lol—now retweet.  Wisdom shared.  Good for me.)

Fat Amy     ‏@fatamypost                       Mar 19

Me after running up the stairs 😩 pic.twitter.com/xcISqTPKEYBjH3T20IEAAcM0Y

Great! now that song is stuck in my head.  Reply to @fatamypost BOOO! Now retweet to screw up someone else’s day by making them sing that song….I got time while she got freedom…..and when a heart breaks, no it don’t break, no it don’t break even…

14. Travel at least two weeks of the year.

This does not mean you Kobe Bryant; you still have to dribble.

15. Catch yourself before negativity starts.

You know you don’t need that cookie, but dammit, if you are going to eat it, be happy about it.  There are children all over the world wishing they had a cookie, and you do.  If you are going to buy it, the eat the hell out it! Go ahead, Nom Nom Nom

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16. Dress well.

Go to the local old folks clothing store and buy yourself a pair of the fun, funky pants. I think you will look cute in them.

That cross is in her butt crack.

17. Enjoy sadness.

I saw an episode of the Walking Dead.  Screw that!  You can’t get any sadder than that crap, and I will tell you right here and now, I did not enjoy it.  Not at all. keep your sadness to yourself Mr. Happy Pants.

18. Eat well.

Food taste better with people you like.  Don’t be a zombie and eat the people, just find a way to get the girls or guys over to break bread and talk some trash.

19. Keep in touch with your friends and family.

Do Facebook posts count?  I sent a text the other day with a happy face.

20. Be alone.

It’s 2 in the morning and I am at my computer, but really, is anyone, ever really alone. Even as I reach the end of this post, you are here. Therefore, I am not alone.

I feel happier though.

She says the darnest things….

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    It never fails, we sit down to lunch, I load in a mouthful of salad, and out of her mouth spews forth something that makes me almost choke. My friend Aubrey gives new meaning to colloquialisms. It is not as if she uses the phrases incorrectly, but she laces old school wisdom with words that are not usually paired. For example, she stated a young lady showed up to an event looking like “damn it, I’ll bite ‘cha!” I’m not sure what that is supposed to look like, but I had a visual in mind.

    I often find myself marveling at her wisdom while attempting not to break out in laughter at her word choices. Here is another example. We were speaking of a friend of hers who was going through some adversity. Try as her friend might, things were just not quite working out in her life. Aubrey looks me straight in the face and tells me, “Sometimes God presents you with an opportunity to get out of a bad situation.” I know right? I thought the same thing, how accurate the statement is considering there have been bad situations in my life where, when the miraculous opportunity presented itself to escape, I did. However, she ruined the pearl of wisdom by adding, she was okay to be alone, and because it was giving her lady parts an opportunity to marinate, mature and develop a pure flavor. Huh?

    Again I choked.

I almost wanted to leave the table but curiosity forced me to sit still and hear more. The conversation continued about this friend who chose a man over her children. “What kind of man do you have that he would allow you to do such a thing? He is not a man especially, if he encourages you to put him before your children.” Again, I know right. Yet she follows it up with the next pairing, “that kind of d*ck can make a body sick.” Huh?

    I can’t help but laugh, because she says the darnest things. Just when I start to think I will be able to finish my meal without choking, along comes a young fine specimen of manhood that gives our table a courtesy glance. He nods, I smile. Aubrey  makes head on eye contact, the young man speaks, “How you doing?” I now find that I am actually holding my breath. Aubrey answers him with, “Anybody I can, you next?”

    Go ahead, say it with me…..huh?

The young man was shocked. I was shocked and the only thing left was to laugh. All three of us, and the young man, said he would have to remember that one. I finally am able to finish my lunch with a shake of my head, because she says the darnest things.


Are you talking to me?

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    As I made my way through the grocers on Friday, it appeared that I had broken out in the words, “Talk to me.” At first it seemed kind of random, and then it became kind of creepy. I am uncertain why people I don’t know like to begin conversations with me. Some of the conversations are to my face and some have been to the back of my head, and while I was leaning over to check the beef selections, there was even one to my butt. Each time, to make sure I was not being rude, disrespectful to my elders, I responded with the same question, “Are you talking to me?”
    Evidently, the older gentlemen picking sweet potatoes, was conversing with me. It seemed to be a burden on his mind that “people need to get right, because the end is coming near.” I looked to my left, then right, and even over my shoulder. “I’m sorry, are you talking to me?” He was, and the price of sweet potatoes triggered some mental flash in him that the end of the world is coming because both sweet and white potatoes prices were on the rise. After he left, I went over to make sure that one of the sweet potatoes didn’t have an image of the Virgin Mary in it. No, it was just random.
    Milling my way through the fresh produce and down the canned goods aisles, Grandma Mazur decided to stop me so I could help her find a can of red salmon. However, the conversation first started with how all the stores carried the pink and not the red. Not meaning to frown, I asked, “are you talking to me?” She was angry and frustrated and just wanted some red salmon. I pointed to the red can and even went as far to hand it to her. They were the only red cans of salmon, ergo, red salmon, so calm down lady.
    It just got stranger from there. I was asked did I know how to make weenie stew. I have never heard of such but figured it required beef franks instead of the normal hot dogs. Another lady wanted tomato paste in the tube; do they even make that? I was polite and told her to try Publix or fresh market since that was a specialty item. If she shopped in this store often, she could ask the manager to order it for her. “That’s what they did in the Tobacco Road store, they ordered me some polenta,” she smiled and continued, with unbridled excitement, “it came in real quick like too!” Yes, it was uncomfortable to me too. Even more uncomfortable was me bending over the beef bin and hearing, “yeah, that looks real tasty.”
    I turned to find a diminutive version of my grandfather eyeing the rump roast. Or was he eyeing my rump? I refused to ask if he was talking to me because the mental implication was just too creepy and gross to fathom. I am not certain what it is about me that prompts spontaneous conversation, but it happens to me all the time. I must have a friendly face or a Doppelganger that needs to learn to shut the bleep up. It is even funnier to me that although I am polite and answer, most people would leave me be, if the only knew what I was just thinking.