Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

[beans-on-toast]

What do you reckon the evolutionary advantage to that is? Maybe some sort of olfactory protective coloring?

Like people that sniff wine, dogs have a sophisticated palate. Perhaps it goes with their heightened sense of smell. They can fingerprint another dog by smelling it’s backside and remember that for life. The ability to smell allows them to find their companion (I prefer not to use the term owner) or home. They also know when dinner is ready. Very important in a dog’s life.

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They possess up to 300 million olfactory receptors in their noses, compared to about six million in us. And the part of a dog’s brain that is devoted to analyzing smells is, proportionally speaking, 40 times greater than ours. Dogs’ noses also function quite differently than our own.


They like to roll in smelly things as well. It helps mask their scent from other animals. Hunters do this with pheromone products to attract game.

Then there are fancy scents that people wear.....

 

[Passinwind]

Of course. Dry, passionless, Platonically ideal margaritas. I wish you Godspeed in your investigation.

My time in the fisheries research game left me with the classic universal answer: "bears further investigation."

But several days of diligent research at Milagros Food Co. on Baldwin Ave. in Paia lead to a working hypothesis that only virgin limes from my now-departed friend's plantation just up the beach from the infamous Jaws break would do. So back to the Universal Truth, I suppose. Dang, peer reviewed research is demanding.

 

[Funky Ghost]

You mean this thread isn't about lawn care?

What the . . .

 

[steve_rolfeca]

You mean this thread isn't about lawn care?

What the . . .

Get off my lawn, punk!

 

[Haroldo]

My time in the fisheries research game left me with the classic universal answer: "bears further investigation."

But several days of diligent research at Milagros Food Co. on Baldwin Ave. in Paia lead to a working hypothesis that only virgin limes from my now-departed friend's plantation just up the beach from the infamous Jaws break would do. So back to the Universal Truth, I suppose. Dang, peer reviewed research is demanding.

You fluent in otolith?

 

[GwenOnBass]

The F is Magic Shell?

Pickled eggs are an old Wisconsin bar staple. I like them a lot.

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@Morrighan ever have yourself some steak and kidney pie? When I was at the University of Washington I used to go to a British Pub called the Unicorn. They did the restaurant up like an old English pub. Served local microbrews and English beers long before it became popular. One of my favorite meals was the steak and kidney pies. I hope one day to get to London to try a real one, and the other bucket list item is English fish and chips on a newspaper!

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Will, if you want authentic English fare, it's curry you want.

 

[Haroldo]

I know people who have their scrapple with apple butter.

You've seen things, man.

Will, if you want authentic English fare, it's curry you want

Do the English use the phrase "Give 'em curry"? It's one of the many things I like about Australia.

 

[spiritbass]

I imagine that Spork is made from pork offal: the internal organs, lips, ears, nipples, brain, etc.

In the tradition of 'using everything but the squeal'. I'm not that hard up...

 

[Haroldo]

In the tradition of 'using everything but the squeal'. I'm not that hard up...

So, the post has got me thinking: Do you find the phrase 'pork offal' more repellent than the word 'Spork' when used in this context? Or is this context bad enough all by itself? Is there a way to pretty it up? Or should we just stare it square in the eye and admit it is what it is?

 

[GwenOnBass]

I'm going to guess the urine smell caused him to enjoy them even more. Dogs are not known for their discriminating palates or distaste for foul smells.

It's a happy doggy day when the farrier is in the stable.

It is a high altitude mountaineer - it may have been Chris Bonnington but I've forgotten exactly - at a party back home. Several of his toes are frostbitten and awaiting amputation. A nurse at the party asks to see. "I'm a nurse" blah blah blah and he says sure. She grasps the necrotic toe and it comes clean away in her fingers. Shocked, she drops the toe and faints dead away when the family pet dog gobbles it up.

You can have my share.

There's SOS on Wednesdays for breakfast.

It's fairly popular in Hawaii too.

Told there are Hawaiian sushi bars that offer spam. Oh and it's been quite a long time since I've had a proper sushi dinner. There was this place in Princeton .... The sushi chef was very old school. It was poor form to request any of the "new fangled" offerings now common in <ahem> grocery stores. I found it best to say: you decide. Eating what, and how, and in what order is a thing. Once simply does enjoy a dinner like that by brashly ordering salmon skin roll for opener. That guy raised my sushi IQ and this is after a proper sushi education in Studio City and Toluca Lake.

And for all that is good in these universes, please don't dredge your salmon in soy sauce! Thank you. Yes, the sake is excellent, have another.

Nah, I'm way more interested in the perfect margarita. Strictly as an intellectual pursuit, of course.

Armagnac? B&B with coffee and whipped cream for dessert?

 

[GwenOnBass]

My time in the fisheries research game left me with the classic universal answer: "bears further investigation."

But several days of diligent research at Milagros Food Co. on Baldwin Ave. in Paia lead to a working hypothesis that only virgin limes from my now-departed friend's plantation just up the beach from the infamous Jaws break would do. So back to the Universal Truth, I suppose. Dang, peer reviewed research is demanding.

It may so happen a gentleman who (at last known circumstance) is/was a sail maker held personal stake in the perfect martini. The secret he revealed unto me is: pack a baby food jar with fresh lemon peelings. Top the jar with vermouth and cap for storage in the icebox. When your martini is nearly ready, drive your vermouth-ified lemon peel zamboni around the rim of the glass and drop it in.

So, the post has got me thinking: Do you find the phrase 'pork offal' more repellent than the word 'Spork' when used in this context? Or is this context bad enough all by itself? Is there a way to pretty it up? Or should we just stare it square in the eye and admit it is what it is?

I've seen and ordered offal from the menu at Chinese restaurants. But menudo tacos, hard pass. Menudo does do well in pepperpot soup, though.

 

[Haroldo]

It may so happen a gentleman who (at last known circumstance) is/was a sail maker held personal stake in the perfect martini. The secret he revealed unto me is: pack a baby food jar with fresh lemon peelings. Top the jar with vermouth and cap for storage in the icebox. When your martini is nearly ready, drive your vermouth-ified lemon peel zamboni around the rim of the glass and drop it in.

Were I in the position to be a martini-er, I would do this in a heartbeat. I am ashamed, truly, that I did not think of it in daze past. I am envious of its perfection.

I've seen and ordered offal from the menu at Chinese restaurants. But menudo tacos, hard pass. Menudo does do well in pepperpot soup, though.

I have no problem with offal, qua offal. In the proper recipe, it's brilliant stuff. (Tho' I draw the line at pigs' uteri, as fascinating a concept as it is....) It's the word offal that I find so off-putting. Go figure.

 

[beans-on-toast]

Every once in while you read about an old lady dying and being consumed by her cats. Dogs on the other hand...

 

[Haroldo]

Every once in while you read about an old lady dying and being consumed by their cats. Dogs on the other hand...

The horrible doggy's smell can raise the dead, I'm told.

 

[Funky Ghost]

Every once in while you read about an old lady dying and being consumed by her cats. Dogs on the other hand...

Say what ya want about cats but I've never had one try to hump my leg.

 

[Passinwind]

You fluent in otolith?

Fluent would be overly generous, but I know a guy:

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Which led to making a fairly large poster for a dog and pony show that said guy presented at. Which in turn lead to a bonus that "unexpectedly" paid out the same week my then new bass arrived, and somehow covered the balance due amount perfectly. The majority of the people I worked with were degreed biologists. I essentially knew nothing, beyond who to ask. Sometimes that's enough.

 

[Funky Ghost]

 

[beans-on-toast]

Say what ya want about cats but I've never had one try to hump my leg.

Don’t give up hope.

 

[LBS-bass]

Say what ya want about cats but I've never had one try to hump my leg.

Because they are busy plotting your death.

 

[Funky Ghost]

Because they are busy plotting your death.

OH yeah. I didn't say they wont screw you. Mines done that often. Icky wet fuzzy thing on my shoe. In the Closet. Sleep filled eyes trying to put them on.

Yessir!