topped with a layer of fresh strawberries set in the layer below.
Unless this is a logical or qualititave and not spatial topping, I'm guessing that you're the bitch of both Rose Levy Berenbaum and Maurits Cornelius Escher.
See the first sentence in the post. I read that and have no idea what you're on about.
Then I won't say that according to some definitions you must already have received adultation in order to become a father in the first place.
Or, no, I think I understand and you're just an idiot. Bottom layer chocolate, middle layer gelatinous strawberry crap (tastier than this description would suggest), top layer fresh strawberries anchored in the layer below the top layer -- that is, stuck into the gelatinous strawberry crap.
God, do you every stop with the nitpicking?
Mmmmm....sounds yummy. My mother used to make a similar pie with a layer of chocolate, a layer of bourbon-vanilla custard, and then strawberries and bananas. Every time I've tried to make it, I've screwed it up horribly.
Ah, that makes sense.
I'll excuse your intemperate comments since, as a lady, you are no doubt unaccustomed to liquor.
, as a lady, you are no doubt unaccustomed to liquor.
So one would surmise.
Get this, PK's kindergarten didn't have them make anything for Father's Day! Oh, they did Mother's Day. And Thanksgiving. And for fuck's sake, even St. Patrick's day. I mean: lame.
So PK and I made Mr. B. some "all year ornaments" out of pipe cleaners and an old baby food jar with a glitter-encrusted feather in it. And then we went to see Cars, which was highly enjoyable.
4: Shouldn't it be "ever" stop?
(Ducks and runs.)
My mom made my dad a chocolate cream pie--he's been craving one for weeks, but the ones you buy are terrible.
Yeah? So's yer old man.
I think I need to go to sleep now.
Oh, my old man can't spell or type for shit! w-lfs-n would tear him to shreds.
I bought Buck margarita makings (we never usually have tequila and cointreau in the house), and a pledge to make him the magaritas that are his due all summer.
So Cointreau is indeed a kind of Triple Sec? I ask because my family discussed this recently.
LB, will you marry me instead?
ogged asked first, but you could always duel.
I don't believe in that old-fashioned crap. Plus, I'd feel bad about kicking the ass of a man with cancer.
Cointreau is not triple sec. It's a really nice orange liqueur that isn't particularly sweet.
So Cointreau is indeed a kind of Triple Sec? I ask because my family discussed this recently.
Cointreau was the first and is the best triple sec, though "triple sec" no longer appears on its label. I'm sure I've explained this elsewhere on this site.
Real triple secs aren't particularly sweet, B, hence "triple sec".
Whoops, it wasn't ogged who proposed, but rather ogged-prime in some nearby possible world.
I was all ready to get upset about the fact that I got sweet FA for Fathers' Day (though prepared to accept that it had been overshadowed by the birthdays of both my mother and my daughter). It was going to add to my woes about being alone in a strange land.
But then I remembered that Australia has a different FD, in September. So my kids are off the hook. For now.
"triple sec" no longer appears on its label
This probably explains my confusion.
Quoth cocktaildb, a reputable source: "Proprietary highly refined French brandy-based Curaçao orange liqueur upon which the generic triple sec is based. The company, in fact, coined the term to describe their product. They later dropped the term from their label when hosts of imitators deluged the market with lower quality generic products in similar bottles and the term "triple sec" in a font like that of Cointreau. An indispensible cocktail constituent."
All right, maybe literally for pedants Cointreau is triple sec, but it isn't what most people *mean* by triple sec, which is sweet syrup crap.
Also, Ben, don't you ever stop with the nitpicking?
All right, maybe literally for pedants Cointreau is triple sec, but it isn't what most people *mean* by triple sec, which is sweet syrup crap.
That's because most people are ignorant gits who shouldn't be trusted. Most of the people on the egullet cocktail forum (for example), though, mean Cointreau or Cointreau-alikes. And it's what most decent cocktail recipes will mean, too.
Also, Ben, don't you ever stop with the nitpicking?
Lemme put it this way—have you seen Mystery Train?
Yes, I have seen it. Do explain the connection.
What, you should be covered in nits?
Also, in some (many?) locales, Father's Day comes after kindergarten's out. This is part of the big anti-Father public school conspiracy.
Once when I was a kid my dad and I were at a party where the hostess asked us to run out and get some Cointreau. We didn't have a clue what it was, but we dutifully went over to the grocery store and bought some despite the astonishing price--we assumed she intended to use it in some fancy cocktail of which we were unaware. When we got back we handed her the bottle and she immediately cracked it open and began pouring it into glasses to drink straight up, perplexing us mightily. That's my only first-hand experience with Cointreau.
Well, my kid is in school still. AND his dad is the one who picks him up and drops him off. I think he should file a formal complaint.
I got a glitter rock for Father's Day, too.
Ben, I can bet you make a mean cocktail. But who drinks them with you? Other pedants? Are there other pedants? If there are, do they pick each other's nits? What happens when pedants meet?
Once, there was another pedant who liked to drink cocktails with me. Thanks for reminding me.
Once, there was another pedant who liked to drink cocktails with me.
I guess we know who axe-murdered whom.
I talked to my dad on IM and told him happy father's day.
Oh yeah, I'm a model daughter.
I discover I have some Pimm's and bitter lemon. Maybe I'll work on lying under the furniture myself.
If I remember correctly, ogged-prime's superpower was transforming into a black BMW.
I hate you. I just finished our last beer, and though we have tonic and lime, we do not have gin.
I called my dad to wish him a happy father's day, but it turned out that he had forgotten about the day.
Tonic and lime makes a refreshing combination anyway, especially if you put some bitters in.
I'm a model daughter.
Held together with airplane glue.
Hm. We do have bitters, I think. I shall go check.
Damn these restrictive liquor laws! All the stores are closed.
I haven't read the whole thread, but I know a woman who works for Remy in marketing and she doesn't think Cointreau is triple sec.
Wait, so if I were to take the position that no, Cointreau is not triple sec but something else, would I be right or wrong? Do people use it in margaritas?
I'll cop to helping perpetuate The Great Father's Day Inequality. For Mother's Day, mom always gets flowers; for Father's Day, dad gets a card.
I got my dad a signed copy of the Alan Furst book Foreign Correspondent, which shares it's name with a Hitchcock film and surely a bunch of other things so entitled that I haven't heard of.
Yes, cointreau in margaritas is good.
Also some crappy wine, because now that I'm a summer associate for a couple of months I'm trying to make up for years of so-so gifts.
The extent of my knowledge of the issue is contained in 48. I watched all twelve episodes of Big Love this weekend. Engrossing.
53: You're trying to make up for so-so gifts with crappy gifts?
I guess. Ben says so. But yes, I have had margaritas mixed with Cointreau *rather than* triple sec, and they've been delish.
Also, Mr. B. does, in fact, drink Cointreau neat.
I believe that cointreau and triple sec are essentially the same thing (cointreau and cointreaualikes), and interchangeable in recipes if you're not overly fussy, but one of them leads to a snootier mixed drink.
I just called my dad on the phone, since he doesn't golf, fish, or desire power tools.
shares it's name
For shame.
I believe that cointreau and triple sec are essentially the same thing (cointreau and cointreaualikes), and interchangeable in recipes if you're not overly fussy, but one of them leads to a snootier mixed drink.
A better mixed drink, because more orangey and not so yuckily sweet. I don't use Cointreau myself, but rather a cheaper triple sec that's still around 80 proof (it's 78), isn't overly sweet, and has a good nice flavor. It's not a brand thing, it really is quality.
Okay, I guess Cointreau is (more or less) triple sec. I'm not really a cocktail person, so I don't know this stuff.
Agreed on the non-syrupy quality part, b-wo. It should taste like liquor, not orange popsicle residue. Still, the brand name adds nothing but sweet distilled snooty (or, well, helps you avoid popsicle residue brands.)
I saw Friends With Money today. It was mostly good, a couple of very funny parts.
I saw An Inconvenient Truth today. We're all going to die.
But that's OK because my roommate dragged me to The Lake House last night, which made death look not-too-bad in comparison.
I saw the movie you'd expect me to see. I thought it was just how you'd think I thought it was.
the movie you'd expect me to see
This?
I saw Dracula: Pages from the Virgin's Diary on Wednesday. I had forgotten how much sex and sexual symbolism was in it.
This?
Just like that, but set in Minnesota.
How could you not expect a movie called Dracula: Pages from the Virgin's Diary to be pretty heavy on the sex??
'Cause virgins don't have sex. B-wo was expecting vampiric petting and second base.
I had forgotten all about the Renfield episode, for instance, which features a balletic blowjob, and a lot of the one-off sight gag–like things. And some of the intertitle text. I did remember one of the earlier episodes.
We saw "Wal-Mart: The High Cost of Low Prices" tonight. Wal-Mart is evil (big revelation, I know).
SB, was it The Persecution and Assassination of Jean-Paul Marat as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum at Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade?
If anyone can figure out why I'm associating Dracula: Pages... with Exotica, besides the fact that they're both from Canadian directors, I'd appreciate it.
Pie sounds yummy! Was the chocolate you put into the cream cheese (a) crumbled up in a food processor, (b) melted, or (c) cocoa powder? Or something else? I think B-Wo got 'fused because the fresh strawberries are not really a "layer"; they pervade the pie. If I am understanding your clarry correctly.
For Father's Day, I attended (with The Modesto Wife and The Modesto Sister) the end-of-year recital of The Modesto Youngster's dance class. It was lots of fun, and TMY was lovely on stage. I'll post pictures when they come back. And, we rode the ferry over from Jersey City (at TMY's request) and found it an excellent way to come to downtown and not have to bother with the dreadful Holland Tunnel.
Hey you guys know what would be so, so great? An album of various hip-hop artists' interpretations of Poe, entitled Suddenly There Came a Rappin'.
Also: glitter can only detract from the lovely rockiness of a rock. Just yesterday evening I was just looking with TMY at some rocks she had collected and discussing with her what they looked and felt like, and it was a lot of fun.
Glitter makeup might be a good look for the Unfogged Happy Fun Kitty.
70 -- I never really understood the baseball making-out terminology. Does 2nd base == hand job?
77: I'm pretty sure that once you get below the waist, you're in three-bagger territory.
I watched the last season of Queer as Folk (or, as we call it in our house, Buttsex in the City) over the past week and now I'm a little sad there aren't any more.
Bases as I understand them: (1st) Kissing (2d) Any and all non-genital fondling (3d) Genital fondling (Home) Sex.
Pie clarification:
Pie sounds yummy! Was the chocolate you put into the cream cheese (a) crumbled up in a food processor, (b) melted, or (c) cocoa powder? Or something else? I think B-Wo got 'fused because the fresh strawberries are not really a "layer"; they pervade the pie. If I am understanding your clarry correctly.
No, drunk as I was last night, when I said layer, I meant layer. Before the fresh strawberries were added, the pie consisted of a flat layer of strawberry goo over a flat layer of melted chocolate whipped together with creamcheese (strictly, the recipe called for white chocolate, but *$%#$ Lindt packages its milk chocolate in a blue wrapper with a picture of milk on it -- I saw the blue/white on the wrapper, and bought the wrong thing). The fresh strawberries were arranged, whole, points up, covering the surface of the strawberry goo (and then glazed with melted currant jelly.)
Oh OK, yeah that's a layer alright. Wha'bout the chocolate?
Aargh -- I mean, when I read your clarry in 4, I thought you were sticking the strawberries right through the intervening gelatinous layer into the chocolate which sounded a-ok to me.
And furthermore: white chocolate melted and whipped with cream cheese would be not nearly as tassty as milk chocolate melted and whipped into cream cheese (which would in turn be not quite as tasty as dark chocolate melted and whipped into cream cheese). So congratulations on your mistake. I t would also be fun to save a little of the melted chocolate and drizzle it on top of the strawberries. Escpecially if it were dark.
Father's day less important than the celebration of our anniversary this year. Went to a downtown hotel overnight Sat-Sun. Never done this before. Very, very nice dinner. Felt just like an assignation — which I guess it was — with attitude and behavior to match. Context is everything. Happy!
I love LB's Becks-style blogging/commenting.
Let's have more of this.
5- becks, it's worth another try with the bourbon vanilla chocolate sauce...that stuff is fab.
or chocolate kirsch. plus a little crême fraîche. or heavy cream or whatever.
84: Dinner and a hotel? With your wife? How . . . naughty!
Seriously, I cannot wait for PK to go visit someone for a damn weekend. Or more. How old do they have to be to do that?
Newt and Sally have gone to stay with my mother for a couple of days at a time since last summer, when Newt turned 4. But I lean toward the insufficiently protective, rather than the reverse. (and Mom is v. reliable.)
IDP! Were you at the Loyola stop circa 10 am on Saturday morning? Or am I on crack?
85: Eh, mostly I just get hostile.
I'm insufficiently protective, too. Unfortunately, my mother's a total nutcase.
How old do they have to be to do that?
The answer to this depends on how many kids you have. I have four. So for me, the answer is three months old.
Mine too, kinda, but none of it comes out in relation to the kids. When they hit thirteen or so, they're going to get the talk about not worrying too much about taking Grandma seriously.
Hrm. You've got siblings (at least one sister -- can't remember if there are others)... are they close enough to PK to be worth a solo visit?
You could run a "Take PK For The Weekend" contest on your blog. Nothing could possibly go wrong with that.
I think ogged should volunteer to babysit PK for you.
Silvana: Did you see me standing at the card-vending machine, by any chance? I was sorting through my several dozen cards to determine what values we had on them.
Yup, that's exactly where you were. I didn't see the cards, though, I thought you were counting bills.
That IDP, always flashin' his bankroll like he's some big-ass pimp or somethin'.
ogged should volunteer to babysit PK for you.
He'd only be doing it to try to get at PK's kidney.
Anybody going to try a Howard the Duck reference?
That's a fabulous idea! I'll foist PK off on Ogged. It'll give him something to think about besides his kidney.
The "foist off on sister" plan is under consideration. Sister lives a looong way away, though. Darn her. However, dad is now retired, and we may be living much closer to him soon. He's good with little kids.
I can picture Ogged being good with older kids. I know he mentioned someone he used to babysit on the site before. Really young kids, I just imagine him recoiling and going "Aaah! It's sticky!"
I just imagine him recoiling and going "Aaah! It's sticky!"
ATM.
PK's most annoying trait currently isn't his stickiness. It's that he never shuts up. Although b/c he's pretty bright, mostly what he's doing is explaining the relationship between quarks, atoms, and molecules, or exactly how he plans to make X wonder of engineering, or something. People think it's cute until they've had twenty minutes or so of it, at which point you can see them starting to look a bit desperate.
Jesus, he's Newt. You should send him to me, and we could lock them in a room together and see which one talks the other to death first.
People think it's cute until they've had twenty minutes or so of it, at which point you can see them starting to look a bit desperate.
See, exactly. Kids are a nice place to visit, which tricks people into thinking they want to live there.
106: I'll have him shipped immediately. Thanks!
Remember to put airholes in the box.
See, exactly. Kids are a nice place to visit, which tricks people into thinking they want to live there.
I think your parents are all to aware of this, w-lfs-n.
Does Newt start shouting if you interrupt him or try to hurry him along to his obvious conclusion?
105 -- Would *gg*d need to wipe PK's bottom?
It's been known to happen, but mostly he just goes on to a new topic which he then pursues relentlessly. He's actually a reasonably entertaining conversationalist if you can focus on the conversation -- the problem is attempting to divert your attention to anything else.
(I assume they'll both end up charming and witty in a few more years, once the grade-school peer group rubs some of the corners off them.)
Actually, I'm looking forward with anticipation to how Newt reacts to kindergarten in the fall, given that he won't be allowed to communicate in English three days a week and he doesn't yet speak Spanish. Given his unquenchable need to natter on endlessly, I'm figuring we've got a 50-50 shot of either a distinct discipline problem, or total Spanish fluency in about 3-4 days.
112: If you whack him on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper, he'll stop doing that.
I find a low, threatening growl works about as well.
If you whack him on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper, he'll stop doing that.
What problem can't be solved by a rolled-up newspaper?
We did not have the relentless phase. My son is very articulate but didn't talk much when 4-5. He has an older sister, same separation ~ as you, so that's not it. Neighbors can still remember the first thing he said to them, because him speaking at all was so unexpected.
What problem can't be solved by a rolled-up newspaper?
They make good kindling too.
Would *gg*d need to wipe PK's bottom?
Well ogged is a gentleman, after all, so I would say yes, he would probably feel compelled.
My son Thomas, also quite the chatterbox, reacted to immersion in Indonesian by refusing to have anything to do with it, which he kept up for the whole time he was here, about 7 months. However there were special circumstances - not liking the food, or the way everyone wanted to pinch him all the time etc, so he was generally not favourably inclined.
118 -- but you're disregarding the rolled-up newspaper's role as a potential prosthetic.
We did not have the relentless phase. My son is very articulate but didn't talk much when 4-5. He has an older sister, same separation ~ as you, so that's not it. Neighbors can still remember the first thing he said to them, because him speaking at all was so unexpected.
To state the obvious, kids are all different -- I don't think it comes down to gender or siblings or anything all that systematic other than personality.
Actually, PK wipes his own ass at school, so I think Ogged would be off the hook. So to speak.
I'm hoping to get him (PK, not Ogged) into Spanish immersion next year. He probably will end up being a discipline problem, but since the other trajectory for endless babbling about quarks is "Star Trek geek," I figure it's the best available option.
but you're disregarding the rolled-up newspaper's role as a potential prosthetic.
If the r-un got damp, it wouldn't even be able to serve as a prosthesis, though. I understand, though, that the issue might not arise for you, given what TMW's told me.
but since the other trajectory for endless babbling about quarks is "Star Trek geek," I figure it's the best available option.
Hey, some of us end up employable.
Clearly, we need an Unfogged baby-sitting pool.
Ogged's retired and on leave from work. He's got nothing better to do. He can start a drop-in day care.
Ogged can probably be trusted with kids until they are fifteen. So there's plenty of time.
PK's a boy. So really, he can just move in with Ogged, and O can raise him. It'll give O a reason to live.
but since the other trajectory for endless babbling about quarks is "Star Trek geek," I figure it's the best available option.
Hey, some of us end up employable..
And some of us ended up employable but still wince when we remember moments of babbling incorrect things about neutronium (that was after getting into Niven, so Middle School age).
Actually one of the redeaming features of SF Fandom is the appreciation for bright precocious youngsters. I was never a capital-F Fan, but I still felt like it was a welcoming milieu.
I never got involved in being an SF fan socially, I just read the stuff. But I certainly achieved high levels of geekiness in my socially isolated way.
I never got involved in being an SF fan socially, I just read the stuff. But I certainly achieved high levels of geekiness in my socially isolated way..
Same here, really. The closest I came to being a SF fan socially was talking all of my friends into reading SF. But I still reacted positively to the image of SF fandom presented by people like Niven, and Spider Robinson (I have approvingly quoted Spider Robinson's comment that life presents us with things that we never expected to see, in which his two examples are, first, Nelson Mandela being elected president of SA and, secondly, having seen a man ski through a revolving door).
"I'm not a geek. I can quit watching Star Trek any time I like."
I can quit watching Star Trek any time I like.
a welcoming milieu
This, like self-esteem, is much overrated. What's a misanthrope going to do with a welcoming milieu?
FWIW, the Spider Robinson speech.
We're hanging on to hope--by our fingers and toes, sometimes, by reflex or habit, sometimes, but hanging on. It is not merely desirable to keep morale up--it seems to me it is necessary. If anyone had told you, ten years ago, that shortly the Berlin Wall would come down, Mr. Mandela would walk free, the Soviet Union would come apart, nuclear apocalypse would recede, perfect music reproduction would become trivially cheap and simple, and Geraldo Rivera would have his nose broken on camera...would you have believed them?
When I was looking for that speech I had thought that it was by Bruce Sterling. I can see why I would have made the mistake.
Fathers day mostly rocked. The zoo was outstanding. My son, soon very tired of me saying "Son of mine, look at this animal" etc, seized control of the trip halfway through the small animal house. "Daddy, I want to show you this animal...." and "Daddy, now we have to look at that animal there..."
LB, I'm thrilled the father's day gift was a hit. It turns out I indeed did get a digital camera, making me suspect that my wife either is lurking or is one of you.
The accompanying date night was not as fun. I came away from the Da Vinci code feeling empty. I mean, the Catholics had me all worked up, and it turns out that Opus Dei sucks and Audrey Tatou is touched by God. THe Catholic Church, really, are just a bunch of teases.