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Was supposed to go hit golf balls into the woods tomorrow while the missus and baby-to-be get showered with gifts. With the rain coming it looks like those plans are going to be scuttled and I need to come up with an indoor Plan B.

 
whiteguyfromthemidatlanticquestion:

Bentry, what do you put in a breakfast taco?
The fact there are places that haven't fully embraced the breakfast taco is pretty amazing to me. And yeah, I live in one of them.

Bacon, egg and potato is my go-to combo.

The eggs are indeed scrambled.

 
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whiteguyfromthemidatlanticquestion:

Bentry, what do you put in a breakfast taco?
Bacon, egg and cheese in a flour tortilla with salsa on top.
This is the correct answer. Chorizo, sausage, or potatoes in place of bacon is acceptable too.

Everything else (onions, peppers, tomatoes) is wrong.
Used to eat picadillo tacos from this little Mexican food truck by the old place but those often caused unhappiness in my belly later.

 
Was supposed to go hit golf balls into the woods tomorrow while the missus and baby-to-be get showered with gifts. With the rain coming it looks like those plans are going to be scuttled and I need to come up with an indoor Plan B.
Beer and football. Trust me, it will be the last time you get a day like this for a while after junior gets here.

 
whiteguyfromthemidatlanticquestion:

Bentry, what do you put in a breakfast taco?
Bacon, egg and cheese in a flour tortilla with salsa on top.
This is the correct answer.

Chorizo, sausage, or potatoes in place of bacon is acceptable too.

Everything else (onions, peppers, tomatoes) is wrong.
Tomatoes would be terrible in a breakfast taco, unless they are tiny little bits of tomatoes in the form of pico de gallo.

####, now I really want a breakfast taco.

 
Things get a little stir crazy on rainy days around here. So Angrywife is headed to the spa and I'm just going to drink and watch football all day. GB the boys being old enough to entertain themselves.

One bottle of champagne down already.

 
whiteguyfromthemidatlanticquestion:

Bentry, what do you put in a breakfast taco?
Bacon, egg and cheese in a flour tortilla with salsa on top.
This is the correct answer.

Chorizo, sausage, or potatoes in place of bacon is acceptable too.

Everything else (onions, peppers, tomatoes) is wrong.
No. Just, no. I like y'alls recipe, but I will put those three things in anything without an ounce of guilt.

 
Candy corn is worse than nuclear waste that's been hibernating in Louie Anderson's belly button. Onions, peppers, and tomatoes are Thropa's own gift to us all.

 
Unlike my cancer surgeries, this one has me thinking about the important things. One of the attendant nurses I'm gonna have looks kind of like Diane Lane. I'd like to impress her while I'm laying there naked and looking like a beached whale. Clothing tips?

 
One time I got a schnitzel in Germany that was the size of a dinner plate.
I have a schnitzel pounding story...In college I took an international business class over the January term, a three-week class where we toured 12 countries in Northern and Western Europe and visited companies like Playskool, Ericsson, BNP Pariba, BMW, some advertising agency in London. Really really neat trip and I learned a ton about cultural differences in doing business, but the best parts of the trip were drinking and stumbling around random European cities at three in the morning.

One night we stayed in this tiny German Village on the Rhine River. I'm talking maybe six blocks long and four blocks wide was the entire commercial and residential district. This town is on the main train line between two major cities and was halfway between two of our destinations during the trip. There was an old medieval castle on the top of the bluff above the town that had been converted into a hostel. To get to the hostel you had to climb 250-300 steps up the bluff. 3 buddies and I got back late one night and dinner was over - no food for us, so we climb down the steps into the town. It was maybe 9:30 pm on a weekday evening.

We see a sign that, even in German, was pretty clear to us was a restaurant or bar of some kind. We walked in the front door and there were six tables arranged in the front living room, one fireplace and in the back of the main room was an old man sitting on the recliner listening to a radio and smoking a pipe. It felt like we had walked into some old German living room that just happened to have six card tables with white table cloths and chairs around them in the front parlor. Which is basically what this "restaurant" was.

The old man said hello in German and a tiny old German woman came waddling out from a swinging door in the back corner which must've been where the kitchen was. They didn't speak one word of English and between the four of us we knew about 15 words of German but somehow we managed to communicate that we were looking for some food. It dawned on us that these folks lived in this house and probably served lunch and dinner but were not expecting any visitors at 9:30 PM on a weekday.

We began apologizing for intruding on their evening but they were insistent that we sit down. The old man poured each of us a huge glass of beer and set out some brown bread and butter. He scurried into the kitchen to speak with his wife and they seemed to have an animated conversation about what to make for us. He came out, looked at us and said "schnitzel und potatoes?" We all just nodded our heads, not knowing exactly what was going to come out of the kitchen but knowing that meat and potatoes would be edible almost regardless of how they were prepared.

All of a sudden we hear this noise that sounds like someone is whacking a dead chicken against a granite countertop. Thwack! Thwack! Then a loud pounding sound. Thud! Thud! I asked my buddy Pete to go peak into the kitchen. He comes back and, with perfect affect, says 'I believe that short German woman is beating our schnitzel.'

It was one of the top 5 best meals I've ever had. They sat with us, he smoking his pipe and she continuing to load up our plates with boiled potatoes, sauerkraut, pork schnitzel and refills of beer. We tipped generously and they almost refused it but we were very appreciative that they interrupted their evening to serve a group of stupid American college students.

tl;dr me and 3 college buddies got our schnitzels pounded by a dumpy little German woman while her husband watched.

 
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I'm not a proponent of the death penalty but in this case I would say it is called for http://wtvr.com/2015/10/22/baby-carrot-assault-charge/
Based on this quote, I'd support the death penalty for Todd Stone.

"If it's a soft carrot, it may not be as offensive, said CBS 6 legal expert Todd Stone. But if it's a raw carrot, you don't have to have an injury or show you were hurt to prove a battery. It just has to be an offensive, vindictive touch. That's what the law says."
Exactly. Doesn't matter what kind of carrot it was. This girl is a danger to not just the honest, hardworking middle school teachers of America but society in general as well.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/weareteachers/the-61-best-teacher-memes-on-the-internet-h0xt
 
God I want to go to Germany so hard. Cool story Robot.
I thought I would hate it. I don't usually like German food and I had assumed the people would be reserved and cold. Instead, most of the food was amazing and the people were incredibly nice. They're not outgoing and gregarious like Mediterranean culture but if you spend any time speaking with them they are complementary and they are very much interested in being hospitable towards visitors.

The French on the other hand can suck my nuts. Paris is an incredible city and the French Alps are magnificent but the people, oof, they really didn't like Americans (at least in 2004).

Edited for terrible autocorrects.

 
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Circus peanuts and candy corn are delish. Bit o honey is a travesty. That Willy Wonka looking white cube that HF posted looks like something old people make up when they tell stories about how terrible their childhood was.

 
The salsa you're supposed to have in your taco eliminates the need for peppers.

UH>I limited it to three. Gotta cut down. :porked:

 
Not quite as good as Robotos story but my company's HQ is in some little village in the country. Their hotels are more like a Bed and Breakfast and the one we stayed at was also a butcher shop. At dinner the waitress brought out some bread and bowl of what looked like bacon grease and some potatoes and carrots and said "here is some...how you say...fat?"

It was pretty tasty

 
One time I got a schnitzel in Germany that was the size of a dinner plate.
I have a schnitzel pounding story...In college I took an international business class over the January term, a three-week class where we toured 12 countries in Northern and Western Europe and visited companies like Playskool, Ericsson, BNP Pariba, BMW, some advertising agency in London. Really really neat trip and I learned a ton about cultural differences in doing business, but the best parts of the trip were drinking and stumbling around random European cities at three in the morning.

One night we stayed in this tiny German Village on the Rhine River. I'm talking maybe six blocks long and four blocks wide was the entire commercial and residential district. This town is on the main train line between two major cities and was halfway between two of our destinations during the trip. There was an old medieval castle on the top of the bluff above the town that had been converted into a hostel. To get to the hostel you had to climb 250-300 steps up the bluff. 3 buddies and I got back late one night and dinner was over - no food for us, so we climb down the steps into the town. It was maybe 9:30 pm on a weekday evening.

We see a sign that, even in German, was pretty clear to us was a restaurant or bar of some kind. We walked in the front door and there were six tables arranged in the front living room, one fireplace and in the back of the main room was an old man sitting on the recliner listening to a radio and smoking a pipe. It felt like we had walked into some old German living room that just happened to have six card tables with white table cloths and chairs around them in the front parlor. Which is basically what this "restaurant" was.

The old man said hello in German and a tiny old German woman came waddling out from a swinging door in the back corner which must've been where the kitchen was. They didn't speak one word of English and between the four of us we knew about 15 words of German but somehow we managed to communicate that we were looking for some food. It dawned on us that these folks lived in this house and probably served lunch and dinner but were not expecting any visitors at 9:30 PM on a weekday.

We began apologizing for intruding on their evening but they were insistent that we sit down. The old man poured each of us a huge glass of beer and set out some brown bread and butter. He scurried into the kitchen to speak with his wife and they seemed to have an animated conversation about what to make for us. He came out, looked at us and said "schnitzel und potatoes?" We all just nodded our heads, not knowing exactly what was going to come out of the kitchen but knowing that meat and potatoes would be edible almost regardless of how they were prepared.

All of a sudden we hear this noise that sounds like someone is whacking a dead chicken against a granite countertop. Thwack! Thwack! Then a loud pounding sound. Thud! Thud! I asked my buddy Pete to go peak into the kitchen. He comes back and, with perfect affect, says 'I believe that short German woman is beating our schnitzel.'

It was one of the top 5 best meals I've ever had. They sat with us, he smoking his pipe and she continuing to load up our plates with boiled potatoes, sauerkraut, pork schnitzel and refills of beer. We tipped generously and they almost refused it but we were very appreciative that they interrupted their evening to serve a group of stupid American college students.

tl;dr me and 3 college buddies got our schnitzels pounded by a dumpy little German woman while her husband watched.
Love me some schnitzel and spaetzle. Kraut, the whole catalog of Germanf food really. I need to get to Germany soon.

 
You sorry SOBs are gonna make me hit the drive-thru at Jardin Corona for chorizo, egg and cheese tacos.
I'm going to Jardin Carona tonight with the wife and my parents for fajitas and margaritas. Fully intend to get blind drunk.

 
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Unlike my cancer surgeries, this one has me thinking about the important things. One of the attendant nurses I'm gonna have looks kind of like Diane Lane. I'd like to impress her while I'm laying there naked and looking like a beached whale. Clothing tips?
Yes. Wear some.

 
Im watching my 13 yr old daughters soccer game. The other team has a gal on defense thats about 5'2", 250. Shes mowing people down like warren sapp.

 
One time I got a schnitzel in Germany that was the size of a dinner plate.
I have a schnitzel pounding story...In college I took an international business class over the January term, a three-week class where we toured 12 countries in Northern and Western Europe and visited companies like Playskool, Ericsson, BNP Pariba, BMW, some advertising agency in London. Really really neat trip and I learned a ton about cultural differences in doing business, but the best parts of the trip were drinking and stumbling around random European cities at three in the morning.

One night we stayed in this tiny German Village on the Rhine River. I'm talking maybe six blocks long and four blocks wide was the entire commercial and residential district. This town is on the main train line between two major cities and was halfway between two of our destinations during the trip. There was an old medieval castle on the top of the bluff above the town that had been converted into a hostel. To get to the hostel you had to climb 250-300 steps up the bluff. 3 buddies and I got back late one night and dinner was over - no food for us, so we climb down the steps into the town. It was maybe 9:30 pm on a weekday evening.

We see a sign that, even in German, was pretty clear to us was a restaurant or bar of some kind. We walked in the front door and there were six tables arranged in the front living room, one fireplace and in the back of the main room was an old man sitting on the recliner listening to a radio and smoking a pipe. It felt like we had walked into some old German living room that just happened to have six card tables with white table cloths and chairs around them in the front parlor. Which is basically what this "restaurant" was.

The old man said hello in German and a tiny old German woman came waddling out from a swinging door in the back corner which must've been where the kitchen was. They didn't speak one word of English and between the four of us we knew about 15 words of German but somehow we managed to communicate that we were looking for some food. It dawned on us that these folks lived in this house and probably served lunch and dinner but were not expecting any visitors at 9:30 PM on a weekday.

We began apologizing for intruding on their evening but they were insistent that we sit down. The old man poured each of us a huge glass of beer and set out some brown bread and butter. He scurried into the kitchen to speak with his wife and they seemed to have an animated conversation about what to make for us. He came out, looked at us and said "schnitzel und potatoes?" We all just nodded our heads, not knowing exactly what was going to come out of the kitchen but knowing that meat and potatoes would be edible almost regardless of how they were prepared.

All of a sudden we hear this noise that sounds like someone is whacking a dead chicken against a granite countertop. Thwack! Thwack! Then a loud pounding sound. Thud! Thud! I asked my buddy Pete to go peak into the kitchen. He comes back and, with perfect affect, says 'I believe that short German woman is beating our schnitzel.'

It was one of the top 5 best meals I've ever had. They sat with us, he smoking his pipe and she continuing to load up our plates with boiled potatoes, sauerkraut, pork schnitzel and refills of beer. We tipped generously and they almost refused it but we were very appreciative that they interrupted their evening to serve a group of stupid American college students.

tl;dr me and 3 college buddies got our schnitzels pounded by a dumpy little German woman while her husband watched.
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whiteguyfromthemidatlanticquestion:

Bentry, what do you put in a breakfast taco?
Bacon, egg and cheese in a flour tortilla with salsa on top.
This is the correct answer.

Chorizo, sausage, or potatoes in place of bacon is acceptable too.

Everything else (onions, peppers, tomatoes) is wrong.
please. onions jalapeños in the eggs are nearly mandatory. and pretty sure salsa has all of your 'wrong' ingredients. and breakfast burrito is superior to tacos

 
whiteguyfromthemidatlanticquestion:

Bentry, what do you put in a breakfast taco?
Bacon, egg and cheese in a flour tortilla with salsa on top.
This is the correct answer.Chorizo, sausage, or potatoes in place of bacon is acceptable too.

Everything else (onions, peppers, tomatoes) is wrong.
please. onions jalapeños in the eggs are nearly mandatory. and pretty sure salsa has all of your 'wrong' ingredients. and breakfast burrito is superior to tacos
Agreed X 10,000 here.
 
Unlike my cancer surgeries, this one has me thinking about the important things. One of the attendant nurses I'm gonna have looks kind of like Diane Lane. I'd like to impress her while I'm laying there naked and looking like a beached whale. Clothing tips?
write "if you like what you see, call 555 5555 " in sharpie. on your gut. with an arrow pointing to your junk. you may get calls from the male nurses however.

 

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