This goes great along with my drop off the bone "oven-fried"baked chicken, the recipe is ALSO included
ONION SOUP (this will be used to cook the chicken, the dumplings, AND as a side dish, so make SURE you have enough for your serving amounts - I made TWO huge pots for 6 large chicken legs with thighs attached)
Water to taste (some like it spicier than others)
2 packages of Lipton Onion soup (The LARGE ones)
2 large sweet, white onions cut up in rounded slices and then split in two
Boil at a low simmer down until it's dark
Add spices, including pepper and salt (if applicable)
Roil the onion soup in a separate sauce pan with some chicken and/or bacon leavings (NOT the grease, the actual leavings. If you've ever cooked with frozen pan drippings and leavings you WILL KNOW what it is. It's the start of a soup or another batch of chicken.
MUENSTER DUMPLINGS: Pre-heat oven to 475 degrees
Roll large tablespoons of buttermilk biscuit mix with a TINY bit of water or milk into big balls (or dampen them with the soup BEFORE dropping them in)
Drop these into the soup and bring to a heavy boil and then leave to simmer
Take 2 or 3 thin slices of muenster chesse and melt them over the top of the dumplings
When they start to solidify, gently turn them over and add another slice of muenster cheese
Cook them for a total of about 10 - 20 minutes - they have to be watched for doneness
Get a small glass covered baking pan and heat up more of the chicken leavings IN the oven for several minutes (or cook them WITH the chicken for the last 10 minutes)
Transfer the dumplings into the baking pan from the sauce pan and cook for about 10 minutes.
They should be a light to medium brown
DROP OFF THE BONE CHICKEN: Pre-heat oven to 475 degrees
Use a covered, white glass baking dish
Olive oil works, but it causes the chicken to stick to the pan
I prefer a LOW-sugar canola oil, but if you prefer butter, then go ahead (I LOVE it, but it's EXTREMELY fattening)
Arrange chicken in the dish and cover 1/2 the chicken with the canola oil
Add fennel, lemon pepper, fresh, crushed, black pepper, and ladle the oinion
soup over the chicken. It can also be made WITHOUT the onion soup
Cover the baking dish with the glass cover and bake for 20 minutes
Flip the chicken over and put back in the over for another 20 minutes
Take the cover off and bake with out it on one side for 5 minutes
Flip the chicken over and put back in the over for another 5 minutes
When finished, ladle a small amount of the onion soup (WITH THE ONIONS) over the top, or leave plain
Add some broccoli or spinach on the side and/or a salad and a cheesecake with strawberries and kiwi for dessert with a nice glass of milk, soda, water, beer, white or rose wine and you have a full, gourmet versiobof a trailer-park/cow poke kinda meal!
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Friday, March 25, 2005
The Top 10 Reasons WHY I Am No Longer Married
1. He DID have a FEW redeeming qualities, but when you're grown, sometimes YOU grow OUT....if you've been there, you WILL understand.
2. I hated coming home to the remnants of his "home-grown" lobotomies. YES, he would sit on the toilet after eating too much beef and get bored. RATHER than taking the paper in to read the darned thing, he'd drill like he was "hittin' oil." Roll it up nicely so it was PERFECTLY round and then SMUSH it on the wall over the hanger for the toilet paper. Which, when I lived with him ALWAYS had a roll on it....yes, folks, SNOT! From a FULLY grown human being. I spent nearly 15 minutes one day scrubbing it off of the bathroom wall! Drove me nuts!
3. My dislike for being confused with serial killers'/terrorists (insert derogatory description here) girlfriends/wives/concubines (thank you, "MISS I Was In Les Miz at one point in time.)
4. He played gay ALL TOO WELL! Rather than a soccer player, maybe YOU should have been an full-time professional actor as well.
5. No, I do NOT like being recorded having sex ALL the time by my neighbors with the person I am married to, especially not when the scripts and resulting situations wind up ALL over the BBC and ABC WITHOUT me being paid for the dialogue, which I might add is a lot more interesting when I write it than when your sound recording equipment is NOT running.
6. Well, let's put it this way, the redhead from Canada and me have been confused with each other WAAAAAY too many times for my own personal comfort and safety.
7. Old chorus queens who desire to make their money by spreading their rumors about me and my family in whatever restaurant he is working in at the time tend to make me nauseous.
8. I am NOT Puerto Rican or Moroccan born, although I have been connected to Morocco through my Dad's work, and mine (which was with the musician formerly known as Cat Stevens, and The Getty Family's stepbrother, and am ALSO not a prostitute, but a trained actress (RADA, Scotland, AFI, The Neighborhood Playhouse, Broadway, The West End, The Hollywood System, Italy's Spoleto Festival, Greece, and more), dancer, and musician, unlike the rumor that he apparently believed before he met me.
9. Being followed by everyone from Pakistan that harassed my cousins before they met me REALLY got on my nerves after 9.11.
10. I am NOT Karola and also NOT her daughter or sibling and REFUSE to be a Spanish nor an English SLAVE...Eat your heart out!
I just got to check out the Things I Hate About My Flat Mate site and NZ, I CAN relate! However, we still got along nicely as friends. Some folks are just younger emotionally than others.
2. I hated coming home to the remnants of his "home-grown" lobotomies. YES, he would sit on the toilet after eating too much beef and get bored. RATHER than taking the paper in to read the darned thing, he'd drill like he was "hittin' oil." Roll it up nicely so it was PERFECTLY round and then SMUSH it on the wall over the hanger for the toilet paper. Which, when I lived with him ALWAYS had a roll on it....yes, folks, SNOT! From a FULLY grown human being. I spent nearly 15 minutes one day scrubbing it off of the bathroom wall! Drove me nuts!
3. My dislike for being confused with serial killers'/terrorists (insert derogatory description here) girlfriends/wives/concubines (thank you, "MISS I Was In Les Miz at one point in time.)
4. He played gay ALL TOO WELL! Rather than a soccer player, maybe YOU should have been an full-time professional actor as well.
5. No, I do NOT like being recorded having sex ALL the time by my neighbors with the person I am married to, especially not when the scripts and resulting situations wind up ALL over the BBC and ABC WITHOUT me being paid for the dialogue, which I might add is a lot more interesting when I write it than when your sound recording equipment is NOT running.
6. Well, let's put it this way, the redhead from Canada and me have been confused with each other WAAAAAY too many times for my own personal comfort and safety.
7. Old chorus queens who desire to make their money by spreading their rumors about me and my family in whatever restaurant he is working in at the time tend to make me nauseous.
8. I am NOT Puerto Rican or Moroccan born, although I have been connected to Morocco through my Dad's work, and mine (which was with the musician formerly known as Cat Stevens, and The Getty Family's stepbrother, and am ALSO not a prostitute, but a trained actress (RADA, Scotland, AFI, The Neighborhood Playhouse, Broadway, The West End, The Hollywood System, Italy's Spoleto Festival, Greece, and more), dancer, and musician, unlike the rumor that he apparently believed before he met me.
9. Being followed by everyone from Pakistan that harassed my cousins before they met me REALLY got on my nerves after 9.11.
10. I am NOT Karola and also NOT her daughter or sibling and REFUSE to be a Spanish nor an English SLAVE...Eat your heart out!
I just got to check out the Things I Hate About My Flat Mate site and NZ, I CAN relate! However, we still got along nicely as friends. Some folks are just younger emotionally than others.
Signed,
Karen's fake daughter.... YES, I do sound like Betty Boop to SOME people.
I've HAD It
Ever have a day when you KNOW people have NO clue WHAT'S going on. That would be today, Friday, here in the NY/NJ/CT tri-state area. Ever get the feeling that people just like screwing other people's lives up to get their rocks off? I think that's THEIR problem. For instance, I went into yet ANOTHER employment agency today, which WILL remain nameles, because EVERYONE who followed me around KNOWS which agency it is....and he gives me an assignment, just for the day. I walk uptown and east to Lexington, because I KNOW someone's coming DOWNTOWN. And guess WHO it is? Paul, yet ANOTHER Greens Farms Academy graduate, I BELIEVE Class of 1982 or 1983. Scrambing around in his Mercedes. Well, wanyway, I walk uptown, as someone if she knows WHERE the 400 block on Madison Ave. starts, it IS UBS Warburg and Chase Bank's neighborhood. I get up there and tada! They gave him the WRONG address! Just FIGURES. Like every other schmuck in the NYC/NJ area that REFUSES to doublecheck their OWN job location information! So they pass it on to the agency, it's incorrect and EVERY PeopleSoft user that inputs it is now INACCURATE, unless, of course they heard me pitch a fit after walking BACK to the agency, because I hadn't activated my new phone yet! JUST like so many other agencies. STOP USING THOSE PEOPLE SOUTH OF NYC TO UPDATE YOUR CONTACT INFO FOR NYC! The phonebooks are wrong half the time, because people do NOT want you in their turret system or trunk line information. Now, on TOP of this, I nearly got run over by a brand new, black, Mercedes sport-something the other day driven by a DRUNK! Not just ANY drunk, a psychotic drunk, who throws liqour bottles at people's heads...when he misses them with his vehicle. Sounds like that STUPID semi-truck driver who was pitching Snapple bottles out his window back in 1995 at people's windshields! I WAS one of the people he did that to, and I am LUCKY that I am NOT a skittish driver. The JERK had no idea that the windshield of my old Duster was alot harder than a regular windshield. UN-BE-LIEVABLE! The arrogance out there. And NO, I do NOT need a THERAPIST, YOU DO!
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Acting vs. Re-Acting
It's funny, but when I watch these women who've modeled in their acting class, it makes me realize personally, as an performing artist, director, and writer, how few people understand portraying realism vs. theatricality without studying. How many of you can stand in front of a commercial director and actually act like you're doing a commercial as opposed to playing an actor in a piece doing a commercial. It's all very different and difficult, if you've grown up in front of a camera to portray someone who is obviously playing to the camera as opposed to a person. How effortless can you really be in portraying a person who is uncomfortable with the idea of being in front of the camera or a person, if you are comfortable with the idea itself and were brought up that way. It all winds up being really stiff and portrayed and comes off on the big screen as being quite false.
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Friday, March 04, 2005
Thoughts On Belgium
Ever wonder what happened to the young photographer from "Belgium"? She took my baby photo and flew back to Belgium (supposedly) in 1969 or 1970...suddely I was her "daughter". I believe she was confusing me with Cathleen "Fairclough" also from Oakland, NJ back then. I didn't even live on Tuscarora Drive yet, but Eagle Crest Drive as a toddler across from a "mafia family member", down the street from The Enrights and The Kittredges (if the boy had ALREADY been adopted). I have NEVER figured out who it was, but I believe that young photographer had actually been out in San Francisco, CA.
1968 or 1969 - I remember the accident caused by people rear-ending my Dad's rented car with my Mom in the front seat, me in the back and NO traffic ahead of us, but there WAS a yield sign and what looked like 15 - 20 19-wheelers headed under the 405 freeway southbound on-ramp bridge at the edge of Los Angeles near where the Ontario Airport traffic was originally planned. It is NOW part of LAX's greater neighborhood. There were SUVs on the opposite side of the freeway (a rarity in those days, except near the beach, the desert, and the base). Several movie cameras were in them and I believe that Marlon Brando was in one of them, I believe, along with someone who looked like like Dennis Hopper and a tall-looking dark haired Russian-looking person in the driver's seat of one of the SUVs. They were headed north up the Pacific Coast Highway, or into Santa Monica by the time my Dad had gotten out of the car. I remember jumping out of the back seat into the front to wake my Mom up, because she had suffered whiplash and I THINK had hit her head on the dashboard as more than 14 or 15 cars kept slamming in the each car that stopped. All I can remember is a guy with shoulder length hair jumping out and trying to pull me out of the rear of the vehicle ad he was drunk or his speech was slurred by something else. I had already screamed and locked locked all four doors to check on my Mom and Dad. He had pulled up the emergency brake and was standing on the brake. If ANY of those people EVER claims I died in a car wreck again, I am going to start finding out whose been spreading these rumours for so many year. I was 2 or 3 years old and that was one of my first memories of being followed by these camera-men. It's gone on EVER SINCE! We were visiting from Honolulu and WHAT a reception! And by the by, I am NOT your ghost writer! These people have followed us everywhere WITHOUT filming contracts....that clip of the car wreck was available in a movie that may have been in a film directed by a Russian-born woman out in California. I found it in Kim's Videos on Bleecker Street in New York City!
1968 or 1969 - I remember the accident caused by people rear-ending my Dad's rented car with my Mom in the front seat, me in the back and NO traffic ahead of us, but there WAS a yield sign and what looked like 15 - 20 19-wheelers headed under the 405 freeway southbound on-ramp bridge at the edge of Los Angeles near where the Ontario Airport traffic was originally planned. It is NOW part of LAX's greater neighborhood. There were SUVs on the opposite side of the freeway (a rarity in those days, except near the beach, the desert, and the base). Several movie cameras were in them and I believe that Marlon Brando was in one of them, I believe, along with someone who looked like like Dennis Hopper and a tall-looking dark haired Russian-looking person in the driver's seat of one of the SUVs. They were headed north up the Pacific Coast Highway, or into Santa Monica by the time my Dad had gotten out of the car. I remember jumping out of the back seat into the front to wake my Mom up, because she had suffered whiplash and I THINK had hit her head on the dashboard as more than 14 or 15 cars kept slamming in the each car that stopped. All I can remember is a guy with shoulder length hair jumping out and trying to pull me out of the rear of the vehicle ad he was drunk or his speech was slurred by something else. I had already screamed and locked locked all four doors to check on my Mom and Dad. He had pulled up the emergency brake and was standing on the brake. If ANY of those people EVER claims I died in a car wreck again, I am going to start finding out whose been spreading these rumours for so many year. I was 2 or 3 years old and that was one of my first memories of being followed by these camera-men. It's gone on EVER SINCE! We were visiting from Honolulu and WHAT a reception! And by the by, I am NOT your ghost writer! These people have followed us everywhere WITHOUT filming contracts....that clip of the car wreck was available in a movie that may have been in a film directed by a Russian-born woman out in California. I found it in Kim's Videos on Bleecker Street in New York City!
HOW Obnoxious
I CANNOT believe this jerk screaming MY thoughts out loud! Have you not learned ANYTHING? Get you OWN writer and shut your Star Tac phone OFF! I do NOT work for Element-Reinsurance, also known as Element-Re in Stamford, CT! You used the name pamela carter in an e-mail address and EVERYBODY started chasing ME thinking I was Linda Clemmons! MY OTHER e-mail address for promotions and business STUFF to be sent to ME is pamela_carter_126@hotmail.com. The PREVIOUS Pamela Carters in hot mail are OTHER PEOPLE or a massive push for someone ELSE'S JUNKMAIL campaign or lead campaign through The Pamela Co. I am NOT the owner HOWEVER my BIRTH name is Pamela Joan Carter and I NEVER gave up the rights to it, MARRIED or NOT married! If YOU are USING MY stolen IDs, you've either bought from an ID thief, or a forger, or someone who got them off of one. My freedom20041@yahoo.com e-mail address is for MY PERSONAL USE! JUST like my songbird-pjc@att.net and my 89398@adlandpro.com e-mail addresses are for MY PERSONAL USE! And YES I AM registered with BMI as a lyricist/composer NOT ASCAP! I was ASCAP in the late 1960's, yes, I started VERY young and even attended the Tokyo University Musicology Program in Japan.
If THEY had me registered, they did NOT inform me of that in writing, over the telephone OR radio! Quincy, I am SORRY, but I REALLY DID consider ASCAP, however, I've been monitored for YEARS by people because my granddad was a professional musician, songwriter AND postal worker who ALSO had problems with ID thieves who NEVER registered their name changes legally because THEY were probably using MANY different names. He was from Texas, NOT me OR my dad, as was "Aunt Maggie", the muralist from East Texas. And NO, I am NOT Michelle Schock'ed, as much as you might believe it from some of the screaming these people do. (YES, he JUST unplugged it upstairs from me). Sorry Japan, I NEVER visited your shores in the 1990's, just Hawai'i, WHERE I WAS BORN. Same goes for Seattle, WA. I have NEVER set foot on Washington State soil and am NOT Diana Mercer with a name change. We SOUND like each other and sang in the SAME Glee Club in junior and senior high school, but Diana was born a brunette with golden eyes and used a henna rinse like many people back then who did NOT want to DYE their hair and I was born strawberry blonde and am now brick red and am usually a dark strawberry blonde in the summer and am 5 feet 5 inches tall. DO NOT RETURN MY THINGS TO ARIZONA! I HAVE NEVER LIVED THERE! Najd is MY married name AND my EX-husband's LAST NAME! NC, if YOU'RE the person using MY stolen ID numbers in forgeries, it's YOU who has a problem!
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