Why is it so
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Why is it so
Is it true that if you have black eye a peice of steak will draw the bruise out.?
Where do these stories get started ?
Anymore strange ones..
Where do these stories get started ?
Anymore strange ones..
Re: Why is it so
i would eat the steak and let the eye heal itself. Price of meat these days. . .
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Re: Why is it so
Beef farmers who want to take the vegitarian market?Auzgurl wrote:Is it true that if you have black eye a peice of steak will draw the bruise out.?
Where do these stories get started ?
Anymore strange ones..
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Re: Why is it so
Steaks are kept in the fridge/freezer. They are cold. The best way to limit bruising is to put apply a cold pad to it, asap. A steak makes a serviceable, if expensive, substitute.
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Re: Why is it so
Or if you want to be really decadent place frozen lobster on your eye.boxy wrote:Steaks are kept in the fridge/freezer. They are cold. The best way to limit bruising is to put apply a cold pad to it, asap. A steak makes a serviceable, if expensive, substitute.
Just make sure it is really dead.
Re: Why is it so
Speaking about steaks...........
A few years ago, The Indian Bride and I visited her sister "Sue" and the brother in law, Inderjeet, in El Centro, California. Nice big house, with lots of ornate, decorative and functional windows, especially in the kitchen allowing for very pleasant cross breezes.
We'd been there a week or so, and I was getting a tad jaded with all the curry and suggested we have a bar-b-q. Inderjeet had one, and I offered to do all the cooking. The proposal was accepted, and so I would get to eat some cow!
Off we went to the local butcher, and let's me tells ya, Inderjeet managed to get his hands on the best looking steaks, the thickest, the best finely veined bits I had seen since being in California. These Indians relations of mine do eat cow occasionally, and I was determined that they ought enjoy the experience with these fine cuts of cow we had acquired.
Back at the Home, I marinated them, and left them juicing away on a nice place in the kitchen.
Dinner time approached, and I cleaned, prepared the barby, plates sizzling. Beautiful!!! All good.
Back to the kitchen to get the cow.
Now, when I arrived, Sue and Inderjeet were in the fore play stage of a potential a major argument. I tried the Aussie bit of diplomacy, you know, calm the troubled seas but I might as well have been back in Australia for all the good I did.
Fore play moved onto serious groping of the domestic kind, and then onto the next stage, which included that plate of steaks sailing right through a closed glass window, the size of which was only just bigger than the plate.
Clean through, never touched the sides of the window.
No cow that night.
A few years ago, The Indian Bride and I visited her sister "Sue" and the brother in law, Inderjeet, in El Centro, California. Nice big house, with lots of ornate, decorative and functional windows, especially in the kitchen allowing for very pleasant cross breezes.
We'd been there a week or so, and I was getting a tad jaded with all the curry and suggested we have a bar-b-q. Inderjeet had one, and I offered to do all the cooking. The proposal was accepted, and so I would get to eat some cow!
Off we went to the local butcher, and let's me tells ya, Inderjeet managed to get his hands on the best looking steaks, the thickest, the best finely veined bits I had seen since being in California. These Indians relations of mine do eat cow occasionally, and I was determined that they ought enjoy the experience with these fine cuts of cow we had acquired.
Back at the Home, I marinated them, and left them juicing away on a nice place in the kitchen.
Dinner time approached, and I cleaned, prepared the barby, plates sizzling. Beautiful!!! All good.
Back to the kitchen to get the cow.
Now, when I arrived, Sue and Inderjeet were in the fore play stage of a potential a major argument. I tried the Aussie bit of diplomacy, you know, calm the troubled seas but I might as well have been back in Australia for all the good I did.
Fore play moved onto serious groping of the domestic kind, and then onto the next stage, which included that plate of steaks sailing right through a closed glass window, the size of which was only just bigger than the plate.
Clean through, never touched the sides of the window.
No cow that night.
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Re: Why is it so
Sign them up for the IPL.
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Re: Why is it so
I want to go to a BBQ at Aussies house... but I think Ill pass on the steak.
Re: Why is it so
was referring to this, I like my steak stationary and without grit and shards of glass.Fore play moved onto serious groping of the domestic kind, and then onto the next stage, which included that plate of steaks sailing right through a closed glass window, the size of which was only just bigger than the plate.
Clean through, never touched the sides of the window.
The sideshow would have been hilarious.
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