The perils of surfing...
You run across things like this:
Life without earrings is empty!
From Liz Taylor's Twitter account (DameElizabeth).
Life without earrings is empty!
From Liz Taylor's Twitter account (DameElizabeth).
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Well, it's hard to glitter without dangly ear-wear, but I would say life without books is emptier than life without earrings. But that's just me!
Teresa: I'm with you on the books. It occurs to me, after having been so high and mighty about DameE, that her statement is just the kind of thing I would probably twit if I were a Twitterer. Or even a carpenter, for that matter. Only my que lastima would likely be root beer floats, rather then earrings.
Joshua would agree with you on the root beer floats. He bought one last week in the heat and forgot to change the garbage bag in the car, then he couldn't figure out why the car stank like sour milk, so he drove around like that until yesterday when I happened to ride in his car and rooted the culprit out and changed his garbage bag. Does the fizz in root beer floats damage reasoning power or is it the brain freeze from the ice cream??? Or is it just a guy thing?
Sister Teresa, I must say that my son and I had some concerns about Joshua's State of the Fizz. The issues were many, but first and foremost was the idea that a root beer float purchased was not consumed in its entirety. That bespeaks substandard product (let's dispense with the RBF designation and go straight to the heart: these are, technically speaking, black cows). Which leads to a larger concern: BCs are sacred: they are not bought: they are created in the sanctuary of home, and they are consumed in easily under five minutes by the BC dragoons here in this fizzy haven, and there is so much more that could be said, but I fear I have already overstepped the proper bounds of lacto-carbonic evangelism.
I don't know if the garbage bag debacle bespeaks "guy thing," but the previous paragraph certainly does.
I see that. I guess I should send Joshua to Tres Leches on a quest for a proper Black Cow, so that he can learn what it is that he needs. He does, on occasion, make his own at home, but the day was so hot, he found a little hole in the wall selling the product and succumbed. (Chinese drink root beer to stave off heat exhaustion, but they usually add a little salt to it instead of ice cream...)
And to what does the phrase "How now brown cow" refer? A tan Estonian float?
Teresa: It's just two brothas looking to help out anotha brotha. However, there is no need of a Quest. The best BCs are always found/made at home. If there is need of a recipe, we can happily provide. Ours run decidedly contrary to the usual commercial suspects.
The recipe will be appreciated, I'm sure.
Ms T (for J):
First to remember: we are a heretical sect of the Sacred Cow.
Second: "Float" is a complete misnomer. Who wants two paltry scoops of ice cream "floating" on a sea of fizz? That's not a float: that's people being cheap with the ice cream. You want one of "those," just drink a root beer.
3. Walden believes that, in truth, and to be fair, we should call our Cows root beer "sinks."
4. Glass container, please. If you must do the glass mug in the freezer thang, so be it. Unnecessary liturgy, to our minds.
5. Cram, yes I said, cram that glass full of vanilla ice cream. Yes. That's. A. Lot. Of. Ice Cream. Cram it full. We prefer Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla, but as this is a Texas product, I'm not sure it's available out there with the visiting Episcopalians. For now, we will trust you with the choice. Note, I did not say soft serve ice cream. Buoyancy, remember, is of no value in this lacto-cosmology.
6. Pour enough (it may be about a thimble full) root beer (Barq's is preferred, but as that's a, believe it or not, Mississippi product, good luck. IBC is fine, so is Stewart's. We do not recommend A&W. Bottled drinks are better than cans, natch), to fill in the cracks of your glass-contained avalanche. In my early dotage, I've actually begun to leave a bit more room for liquid: a little more.
7. You will discover, as you eat this wonder, that there are all these marvelous ice caves, where the root beer has crystallized in the crevices. That is a most wonderful treat.
8. We have never known one of these to go lost or unfinished in any car - not even a Kia.
9. Bon appetit!
Well, you and my husband agree on the Barq's. He might want more root beer, but we shall see. I told him I was getting a special recipe from a blogger friend for root beer floats for him. He looked at me askance and then nodded. He believes that as a Han Chinese he is descended from emperors and of royal blood, so the fact that the blogosphere would be coming up with root beer float recipes for him was considered fitting and appropriate. I will have to find a California equivalent of Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla. The girls have friends who used to live in Texas; many are my friends on facebook. I will post an inquiry... They will love it.
T: I'm happy to hear that Barq's has traveled west. More rb is fine, but you definitely want to up the ic:rb ratio - you want no semblance or lingering possibility of buoyancy. Your vanilla choice should be creamy and thick: I believe Haagen Dazs Vanilla can fit the bill, too, but you all probably have your own local options.
The dude took out the krait, while the minions trembled: of course, he's descended from emperors - all the more reason he's due a sublime Black Bovine.
When I find a suitable ice cream, I will do the preparation ceremony and serve it to him in his royal library as he is perusing reports from around his kingdom (or watching dancing girls in his magic black box). He is a magic emperor, too, it helped him take out the kraits.
T: I have no doubt about the magic, and I like the idea of a preparation ceremony. I believe you probably are a professional, after all.
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