List your favorite recipe
something you make well. no lying.
Mine is Prime Rib. Some of you may have heard me extol the virtues of my prime rib but here is the recipe. DO NOT make fun of it. its delicious.
feeds 6 people:
1 four bone prime rib, bone in.
take 2 to three bulbs of garlic, peal them and break them down into individual cloves. take a paring knife and stab holes in the prime rib and insert all of the cloves of garlic. cut thicker cloves as needed, put extra in bottom of pan.
then take 1 bottle of liquid smoke (as far as I know, all brands are the same size bottle (not sure what the size is but looks like maybe 3-4 times the size of a tabasco sauce bottle)
pour whole bottle on the meat.
take one stick of melted butter and pour over meat
liberally sprinkle fresh ground pepper and sea salt
cook for 1/2 hour at 400 then lower to 300 for 2 hours.
add whole button mushrooms, cook for 1/2 hour more and serve.
yummy
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The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i
begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from
Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen
year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteena Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is
nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
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