Happy Birthday Mr. President.
Today is Barack Obama's 49th birthday and since MO and MO gave him really great gifts I thought we here at POWIP could join together and show him that just because we disagree doesn't mean we have to ignore his birthday...I have a few gift ideas...feel free to add yours!!
I thought we could start with this. It's good to brush up every now and then.
And this Because he could for sure use some of this.
And my final gift because Music is always a good gift and I'm willing to bet none of these are in his iPod.
C'mon folks...let's show him we care as much about his birthday as his wife does.
Mushroom Guy
The reason that I've not been spending as much time as I should here is that I've been out mushroom hunting with my powerful mushroom gun. And as I've mentioned before, the reason that I've been dedicating so much time to it is that I'm not quite sure what my employment status with Breitbart is, since he's been tied up with appearances and perhaps lawsuits and whatnot.
I can hear you asking what this mushrooming business is all about. Well, here in Vermont, there are a number of wild mushrooms that chefs and gourmets covet, among which are morels (of course), lobster mushrooms, chicken of the woods, certain varieties of puffballs, oyster mushrooms, and chanterelles. These last are my specialty.
Chanterelles may be found hereabouts from June through about mid-August. Last year, the season was extended somewhat by the non-appearance of summer, which has made this year's a bumper crop as well. Chanterelles may be found in pine forests, with a mix of deciduous trees. If you're among more leaves (which linger from year to year here in Vermont) than needles, you're in the wrong place. In common with most mushrooms, they love moisture, and you will therefore find them in greatest number where there are fallen trees among the piney woods. They can also be found underneath moss, occasionally in small clearings or at the edges of clearings where sunlight penetrates but a small portion of the day, underneath the branches of recently sprung pines and firs, and in the superincumbent dried needles of downed trees and larger limbs. When exposed to the light, they are a golden color, not unlike that of a pilsner ale, though they can also tend toward a dusky yellow-orange if dried or if long exposed to the light. Those that are most securely secluded away from the light are more pallid.
The stalks are firm, but yield without too much pressure. It is best to get them as closely as possible toward the base, as the stems are almost as delicious as the caps. If not impeded in its upthrust, the mushroom will assume the convex shape of a goblet when viewed from above. If blocked, it may be gnarled or involved. If there is insufficient moisture for it to assume the goblet shape, or if it's picked before its full effluorescence it may appear much like most mushrooms, convex from the bottom. The key is to view it underneath. The gills extend from the bottom of the cup and settle gradually into the stem. In appearance from underneath, the chanterelle reminds us of the pattern exhibited by the piers of the perpendicular Gothic cathedral.
In taste, it has a bit of a nutmeggy or peppery flavor. When you excise the "root" of the chanterelle, there ought to be a crispness about it. If not, you should search the fruiting body for signs of infestation. Although the mushroom is said to have the quality of resisting pests, slugs may make inroads. You will notice a stippling and crumbling of the top of the mushroom. Upon inspection of the bottom, you will find that the gills also reveal black egg deposits. If the fruiting body is much gone, brown at the edges and mushy, you may as well leave it alone. It is in come cases possible to excise the affected parts if the mushroom is not too far gone. I personally use a pizza cutter for the operation, as well as for cutting off the base of the mushroom. You can use it, too, for cleaning the top. Whenever possible, don't use any instrument to clean the bottom of the mushroom, when blowing can accomplish the same thing. There will be bits of forest and earth that you'll have to remove from the mushrooms, but keep in mind that in most cases it will be counter-productive to immerse the mushroom in water, except when it's on the point of being used. If you're someone who easily becomes dizzy, you may wish to use a small bellows or child's nostril cleaner, or if you're very fastidious to use compressed air sold to clean an electronic device such as a computer.
Please do leave the small bits, or "buttons" as they are called, to ripen and grow, unless they are victims of digging up a larger mushroom, or are already dried, in which case they will never grow any larger. Where you've found some, take a good look around. Most places where you've found a few (although sometimes one may be an outlier), you will find that there are more nearby. Earlier in the season, before the dog days, you will discover most of them in areas that give you a good view of 8 to 10 feet around. Often this means that you will find a second patch within view of the one you are at, thence a third, and so forth. Having raided a group of mushrooms, always take care to turn around before you proceed to the next group. You'll be surprised at how often a minor change of perspective will uncover more that you hadn't seen the first time. As the season proceeds, you will want to keep a particular eye to underbrush, which will protect the latest crop from the heat and direct sunlight. Here in Vermont that means also that you're going to have a harder time distinguishing the chanterelles from yellowing leaves. In fact, you'll find that on occasion a chanterelle turns into a leaf and then back into a mushroom as you approach it. They are as wily as turkeys, this way.
A season may seem to be depleted, only to be reinvigorated by a rainstorm. As the autumn approaches, the pickings will become slimmer, but the fruiting body of the chanterelle is much hardier than that of most mushrooms, such as the ink-caps. Dried chanterelles, whether they are naturally dried in the outdoors, or dried in strainers, retain much of their savor and their high concentration of vitamins. Although most chefs, being terrible chauvinists, are agreed that fresh are best (and this is certainly so for salads), dried chanterelles are wonderful in soups, sauces and omelettes. I take the little bits and pieces that are left over from cleaning, and place them in a spice shaker. If there's any chance that a chanterelle might be infested (and a hollow stem is a good indicator), it is best to break it open in order to remove any slug deposits or damage. It will dry nicely anyway.
As a matter of fact, when in doubt as to the soundness of a mushroom, allow it to dry. If it turns very dark, it should be thrown out. Dark portions of otherwise sound mushrooms should also be excised. If a mushroom is too far gone, it will give good evidence as it dries.
As the season progresses, it's a good idea to calibrate your own ideas of what tastes good by sampling as you go along. You yourself may have ideas of what tastes good and what doesn't, but if you're going to sell them to chefs, please keep in mind that they are nowhere known, as far as the places that I've lived, as the most forgiving people. It may break your heart that you've got to throw away a portion of a mushroom that's discolored simply because the earth in which it developed was too rich a black, but chefs haven't time to tell their servers to tell their customers that it's all right, that they should be a little gritty, etc. Because the circumambient leaves also will be turning colors similar to those of the chanterelle as the dog days arrive, you might find it best to go out hunting the morning after a good rain, not only because some may have cropped up, but also because the colors of the forest will be rendered more distinct and the surrounding plants will be more tonic. That means you're going to get wet.
Never try to freeze chanterelles. It is better to air dry than to freeze dry them. Never, ever force any sort of wild mushroom on someone else against their inclination, or feed them one without disclosing that it is wild.
Will you get rich? Not at all. Today's haul for me was 5 or 6 lbs after cleaning. That's at $12/lb. Three hours I spent in the woods, being eaten and rained on, four hours cleaning the mushrooms to chef standards.
Why do I do it? Because I'm impoverished, and for the thrill of the chase.
Psst, the moonbats fly on Sept. 12
One of the biggest ignorant jerks in the leftosphere, I believe he likes to go by VD Beavis, apparently wants moonbats to show up at teaparties on September 12 to set fire to confederate flags to prove once and for all that teaparty activists are racists. He thinks that the "teabaggers" (they still think that hurts our feelings) will react by defending their precious confederate flag and other racist stuff. Because "teabaggers" are racist, blame George Bush, Sarah Palin is dumb (and out of my league).
OK, let's see how this goes.
crossposted at KillTruck
Help Michelle help you…
... feed your kids what she wants them to eat.
My son is too skinny because he's on a special diet for the autism that the government can't seem to determine the cause of because they're super busy determining that it definitely wasn't anything they did. Which is fine, we got this. However, I am spending the summer trying to fatten him up before his next doctor's appointment. If I don't we'll have to go to an official dietitian, which will mean more of me leaving the house. I hate leaving the house because I can't take all of you with me :(
It's nice to finally have something in common with the first lady, obsessing over what my kid is eating. Michelle Obama cares about the children. And she knows about the children. She cares and knows about the children, your children, more than you. Try to remember that. Can you remember that? Because they could hire some people to come to your house and make sure you understand that, clearly.
Golly, that's a big job. And I'm out of money to give the government (seriously, bloodless stone here), but there's no price on information. Hence, my epiphany. It came to me while I was frying an entire pound of bacon for my starving children this morning. All the good mothers of America should write down everything their no good, lardbutt kids eat for a month and mail it to the First Lady. We could call it Mo's Fat Kid Awareness month. We'll need pointless rubber bracelets and look at me pretend to care awareness ribbons. Maybe sometime this fall but after Mo is done harvesting her organic garden. On the last day of said month we'll all mail our fat baby logs to Mrs. Obama so she and her staff (that we're paying a collective $1.6 million dollars a year) can go over it with a fine tooth comb. It'll be like a fat finding mission! LOL.
Here's her address:
1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
Washington, DC 20500
Attn: MO
P.S. Robert Gibbs for "fat kid emeritus"
crossposted at KillTruck
BREAKING: President Obama takes responsibility for something
President Barack Obama declared Monday that the Iraq war was nearing an end "as promised and on schedule," touting what he called a success of his administration though it comes amid persistent instability and uncertainty in Iraq
All U.S. combat troops are being withdrawn from Iraq by the end of the month. 50,000 will remain to train Iraqi security forces. It seems like we've been "training Iraqi security forces" for a really long time. This has everything to do with a successful military strategy and what's best for the people of Iraq and nothing to do with hustling to fulfill his biggest campaign promise before the midterms.
It's weird, President Obama neglected to Blame Bush (TM) for anything he did, good decisions and bad ones, that made this possible. Guess he forgot.
In all seriousness, let's not let the patriotism that moved us to send cards and fill care packages stop when they come home. Now will be when they need us the most. Now is when the flag waving really counts. Let's not forget what they will never be able to forget.
I think it would be really nice if our bitterly divided country could set politics aside to do right by our heroes.
P.S. This is Evan Mettie, one of many small town heroes. but he's from MY small town. The war will never be over for him or his family. It took his family 3 years to get him home. You know how when your child skins his knee maternal instinct dictates to go scoop him up. OK, now compare...
While Congressmen Weren’t Being Spat Upon
or called "nigger," the media was busy not covering a simultaneous protest:
Republican Elections Commissioner Executed in Monroe County, Tennessee
Pat at Political Byline had the story 10 days ago, when it broke in the local news, but I just came across it yesterday.
Jim Miller, a 60-year-old businessman who was prominent in local Republican politics called his wife on Saturday a couple of weeks ago at about 12:30 pm to say that he was leaving the party offices and would be home soon. He never made it. At 8:00 pm a cop making his rounds discovered a car engulfed in flames off a back road. In the trunk was the body of the victim, a physically imposing man, with one bullet wound to the back and two to the front of his head.
For reasons that are undisclosed in the accounts that I've read, suspicion first focused on a Sheriff's Deputy. Investigators have since ruled him out.
Various allegations against the Monroe County Sheriff and his "henchmen" have been put forward by the group Christians Against Corruption, including allegations of strong-arm tactics used by police when they've attempted to distribute materials publicizing their grievances.
I emailed both Preston at Six Meat Buffet and Instapundit, asking whether there was some reason that they hadn't covered the story beyond not being aware of it, since both of them live in Tennessee. Preston says he just hadn't heard of it, since he's been up to his eyeballs with work and family.
The case marks a striking contrast to the internet blow-up over Bill Sparkman, whose death was eventually ruled a suicide, but which provoked fevered speculation that Tea Party hatred had caused the census worker's murder. It seemed natural to notify Stacy that this was a bookend case that he might want to look into. So, if it interests you, and you've got the scratch, help send Stacy to Sweetwater, TN to see what's going down.















