Those ancient conquering bastards sure had an effed up way of cipherin'.
Ha ha ha I know
Those ancient conquering bastards sure had an effed up way of cipherin'.
I bailed an older man out of jail once when I was working in Covington, Ky. A young guy picked a fight with the guy I bailed out. He was 55 or so. A stone mason.weighing about 160 pounds as I remember. He sent the younger man to the ER. Don't pick on a stone mason, KK.Speaking of which...I'd truly like to get into one honest fistfight before I get too old, because I know there's a surprising threshold of pain I can take (and deliver). When I rage, I go full-retard.
Most Caucasians don't ever get to enjoy Ox Tail. A delicacy.
Speaking of oxen (all you rubes take note how I properly pluralized 'ox'), I've always been a fan of oxblood shoes, belts, and various other leather accoutrements.
I just hear people rap about ox tails. What's it like?
Real tender juicy beef. I love it.I just hear people rap about ox tails. What's it like?
Of course she's hot now. She isn't married yet. Look around and count all the chicks that stayed hot after marriage. It's a low number.
Ox tail is like brisket. Low and slow is the ONLY way to prepare it. When I fix some, it's fair...but find a Jamaican to fix it and you'll find yourself sucking the bone after you gnaw all the meat off!I just hear people rap about ox tails. What's it like?
I eat oxtail when I eat at Jah Love, which is a Jamaican joint. Great food
How about the Jamaican beef patties? My lady friend's grandkids love mine, but for obvious reasons I have a light hand with the curry. Same with the jerk meats. We're going to Jamaica in 2017 and she's going to get jerk goat from a roadside shack (but I won't tell her until we finish eating it!)
We have had jerk chicken a few times. It is too good.How about the Jamaican beef patties? My lady friend's grandkids love mine, but for obvious reasons I have a light hand with the curry. Same with the jerk meats. We're going to Jamaica in 2017 and she's going to get jerk goat from a roadside shack (but I won't tell her until we finish eating it!)
Are y'all really serious about ingesting the actual tail of an ox? I don't cull much, but I'd have to be pretty danged hungry to eat some hairy, thick-skinned fly-swatter.
Remember that old song "A Country Boy Can Survive"? Yeah, I'm still country. You skin the tail, chop it up in 3-4 inch sections (or just buy it at the grocery), marinate it overnight, then braise it, then simmer like Don's friend did (3-4) hours. Mine only end up fair since I can never get the hang of properly braising the ox tail before letting it simmer.
On our last cruise, my companions got conch burgers in the Bahamas. Never had conch before. Now they can't wait until the next time!Ain't no way I'm jerkin' a damned goat just to get a burger either.
Ain't no way I'm jerkin' a damned goat just to get a burger either.
On our last cruise, my companions got conch burgers in the Bahamas. Never had conch before. Now they can't wait until the next time!
Blu's recent return to the D right on the heels of my trip to Mouse-land got me to thinking about something. Blu is the Wendy of the D keeping us in check and the rest of us jackals are the Neverland Lost Boys who refuse to grow up.
You ever see them harvest the meat out of a conch shell? Amazing to watch.Had fresh conch in grand bahamas last June. I could easily tear it up all day.
Someone else can be Peter Pan, not me. Nope.
You ever see them harvest the meat out of a conch shell? Amazing to watch.
That place sounds like it was paradise.
I harvested some fresh conch near Sharm El Sheik a couple times back in '82. Awesome shit. My First Sergeant, who was native Japanese, taught us the ins and outs.You ever see them harvest the meat out of a conch shell? Amazing to watch.
Perfect.The one on the top row of the linky you posted -- the Infinity with the commercial grade conical burr. I'm salivating as I type.
FIFYSounds like the lyrics to every Luke Bryan song.
That's the best part.Haha, yep -- I honestly didn't realize that oxen had tails with enough meat on them to eat. Hell, I'd try it then (but not the side that lies next to the ox butt).
The Lost Boys was the nickname of a group of dudes in my architectural studios at UK. So, 25 years later, I'm being grouped under this name again. Feels good.Blu's recent return to the D right on the heels of my trip to Mouse-land got me to thinking about something. Blu is the Wendy of the D keeping us in check and the rest of us jackals are the Neverland Lost Boys who refuse to grow up.
I bailed an older man out of jail once when I was working in Covington, Ky. A young guy picked a fight with the guy I bailed out. He was 55 or so. A stone mason.weighing about 160 pounds as I remember. He sent the younger man to the ER. Don't pick on a stone mason, KK.