Showing posts with label octopus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label octopus. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Vanity Fair's Kurt Eichenwald Is Attacking Parkland Survivors: Time To Boycott Vanity Fair?

Twitchy: Vanity Fair says Kurt Eichenwald does not work for them (well that is odd since Kurt Eichenwald just emailed with Vanity Fair on his email footer), Kyle Kashuv drops mik on Kurt EichenwaldDeranged Kurt, and It gets crazier

Instapundit: Eichenwald exchanges and Remove the tentacles from across the land...

TOM: Plenty of warnings about this shooter in advance, nothing done and Female shooter at YouTube HQ

Monday, December 24, 2012

Octopus in Tomato Sauce Christmas Eve

Slow simmered octopus in tomato sauce is delicious...

Make your favorite marinara sauce with a cleaned and sliced octopus.  You put the sauce and octopus on slow and cook it around an hour and a half on the stove.  Alternatively, it will probably take several hours on a slow cooker (because it will take time to get up to heat).  Slow cooking is the key to tender octopus.

Like squid, prepping the octopus by making sure all the ink is out of it is important (unless you want your sauce quite dark).  I add currants and golden raisins to the sauce, along with some chopped fennel bulb (and tops).  You use the sauce for pasta and then eat the octopus as the second course.

Here is an Anthony Bourdain found recipe (from Portugal) for simmering the octopus till tender, then grilling it. 
Mario Batali has a similar grilled version of octopus.
And here is Stanley Tucci doing octopus potato salad.
These would work too.  

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Barack Obama's new bridal registry and The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife

Tako to ama, The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife, Hokusai, 1841 
Added creepy bonus:  Barack is your husband too!

One of my favorite moments in Mad Men (give me a pass, here, for violating the “no Mad Men after Memorial Day” rule of the blogosphere, because it’s from a few seasons ago) is when Japanophile Bert Cooper reveals his latest artistic acquisition, a paneled painting of a Geisha engaged in an intimate act with a Cephalopod, entitled “The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife.” Cooper intimates to his creeped-out colleagues that the painting stirs thoughts about the combination of counterintuition, creativity, and monomania required to be an ad-man.
“It also, in some way, reminds me of our business,” Cooper says. “Who is that man who imagined her ecstasy?”
That’s sort of the thought I had when I saw the latest fundraising pitch from team Obama-Biden: