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Windmill Boy
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« Reply #345 on: September 03, 2002, 04:00:00 AM »

... in response to And the answer is!, posted by Surigao Ken on Sep 2, 2002

Do  I  get  half credit?

I  got  the  puffing  rice  in  oil  part  right?  

How  close  is  it  to  actual  rice  crispie  treats?  

You  would  need  the  puffed  rice.  2  parts  sugar  to  1  part egg  white  to  make  a  good  strong  meringue  to  bind  them.  normally  you  use  butter  to  melt the  marshmellows (meringue) but  I  suppose  you  have  oil  in there  already  to  puff  the  rice  and  what  is  the  milk  for, washing  it  down?

although  I  am  up  for  trying  new  things  I  would  imagine  it  would  be  greasier  than  rice  krispies  in the box.  so  I  would  opt  for  the American  method  of  preparing them probably.  I  do  agree  that  the  packaged  premade  store  bought  rice  crispie  treats  are  rather  disgusting.  The  crispies  are  still  ultimately  stale  and  the  preservative  taste  is  overwhelming  and  distracting. But they  might  be  adequate  for  the  average  American Palate  unfortunately.

Windmill Boy

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Surigao Ken
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« Reply #346 on: September 03, 2002, 04:00:00 AM »

... in response to Re: And the answer is!, posted by Windmill Boy on Sep 3, 2002


It was just like the cereal, not the treats themselves. It was quite tasty, a little more crunchy than the stuff out of the box. And you did get the frying in oil correct.
My wife is trying to bridge the gap between what we cook here and what she grew up with in the Philipines. She does quite well, but sometimes if the meal tastes good I don't ask what is in it.
Going to the supermarket is interesting these days. All the stuff at the end of the produce area that I use to wonder what it was and who would buy it, well... we do now.

Take care,
Surigao Ken

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kevin
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« Reply #347 on: September 02, 2002, 04:00:00 AM »

... in response to And the answer is!, posted by Surigao Ken on Sep 2, 2002

and my brother, Ken.  Well, I'll never forget on Friday night, November 5, 1982.  My brothers, Keith and Kenny bere watching TV while I was doing last minute studying for my SAT, which I was going to take on Saturday.  As, they're watching TV, "pops", "pips", and "snaps" come out of my brother Ken's butt at random intervals while he's lying on his stomach watching TV.  Finally Keith gets fed up and says, "Ken, is that all you ever do is snap, crackle and pop?!".

- Kevin

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Windmill Boy
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« Reply #348 on: September 03, 2002, 04:00:00 AM »

... in response to Snap, Crackle, and Pop . . ., posted by kevin on Sep 2, 2002

I  suppose  that  is  still  better  than  them  putting  rice  crispies  in  your  shoes  the  next  morning of  your  exam.  a  true  heartless  brother  would  do  that  to  you  when  you  are  all  stressed  out and  studied  out.  

I  still  have  to  study  for  my  Hiragana  test  tomorrow.  20  more  Charectors  to  learn  along  with  the  50  I  have  studied  already.  But  then  again  I  have  a  new  Japanese  girl  that  wrote  me  a  nice  letter last  night  maybe  I  should  attend  to  her  first ---   hmmm  decisions  decisions.

Well  I  should  talk.  Right now  just  got  home  from a  all  you  can  eat Chinese  diner with  a  friend  and  discussing  her  fathers  passing  away  last  week.  I'm  stuffed  and  my ribs  hurt  but  I'll  be  hungry  again  in  2 - 3  hours ha ha ha.

Windmill  Boy

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Ray
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« Reply #349 on: September 02, 2002, 04:00:00 AM »

... in response to Snap, Crackle, and Pop . . ., posted by kevin on Sep 2, 2002

I "smelled" that one coming. That's why I was hesitant to post my answer... :-)
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Ray
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« Reply #350 on: September 02, 2002, 04:00:00 AM »

... in response to Can you guess?, posted by Surigao Ken on Sep 2, 2002

I'm with Windmill. That guy knows his junk food! :-)
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Windmill Boy
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« Reply #351 on: September 02, 2002, 04:00:00 AM »

... in response to Can you guess?, posted by Surigao Ken on Sep 2, 2002

Ken

Not being  familiar with  filapino  food  I'll  take  a  stab  at  it and  tell  you  how  I would  have  done  it  given  the  parameters  you  supplied   from  a culinary  stand point.

I'm  guessing she  made  some  sort  of  rice  pudding.

she  fried  the  rice  in  the  oil  so  it  puffed  like  rice  crispies   and  then  she  boiled  it  pilaf  style in the milk with sugar  to  make rice  puding.

Windmill Boy

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Peaches
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« Reply #352 on: September 02, 2002, 04:00:00 AM »

... in response to Can you guess?, posted by Surigao Ken on Sep 2, 2002

Or something like that Smiley))) I did try to dry  cooked rice ones but
have no luck .....lots of birds in the backyard.

Better luck next time maybe?

Peaches

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Dave H
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« Reply #353 on: September 02, 2002, 04:00:00 AM »

... in response to Ampao!, posted by Peaches on Sep 2, 2002

Hi Ken,

LOL I cheated and asked my wife and sister-in-law who are sitting in the living room. Are we right?

Dave H.

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Bel
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« Reply #354 on: September 03, 2002, 04:00:00 AM »

... in response to I guess Ampao too!, posted by Dave H on Sep 2, 2002

Come to think of it, Ampao in Carcar is the best. I wonder if those Ampao vendors still chase and climb up on those buses when it gets to the center of town, even if those vehicles are moving...
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Bear
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« Reply #355 on: September 01, 2002, 04:00:00 AM »

... in response to venting, posted by kevin on Sep 7, 2002

Jona, Glenn, Jocelyn, Jim, Honey and myself have been having a great time in Alabama.  Honey met Jona (Ms Davao) in Davao by a post Glenn read of mine on M-A.  Her cousin, Jocelyn met and married Glenn's friend, Jim.  They are all living in the hills near Montgomery, Alabama.

Its Ms Davao's birthday today and we drove her to see them knowing now that Honey is pregnant long trip will become difficult if not impossible (considering how easily she gets sick) till next year.  Everything was going great and we were just having a wonderful time enjoying each others horror stories (the old ex-married to AW guys).  We decided to take the ladies to Lake Martin at "D.A.R.E." Park to swim.  We got there pretty late in the evening (about 5 P.M.).  The girls were all having fun, Glenn and I were in the water with them, Jim watching from up a hill.  Soon after we got there the tenant for the park pulled up on his 4-wheeler and motioned me to come over.  I walk up and greeted him.  He said that he had received a complaint?!  It seems a woman with her young children had come in and complained that were all cursing and using profanities, particularly me (I guess its the goatee!).  I pointed out to him that we were with our wives teaching them how to swim and they probably heard them speaking tagalog.  Then I also said to him that I held the priesthood and that the woman (huge fat woman) who complained was probably upset that three men in their 50's could ne married to three women from a foriegn country in their 20's.

Needless to say we were all pretty up set that anything was said at all but even more so that he acted on their complaint.  We decided that the best thing to do was forgive her and let God deal with it and continued have a great time!!!

Ms Davao, Glenn, Joselyn, Jim, Honey and Bear

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equitis
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« Reply #356 on: September 01, 2002, 04:00:00 AM »

... in response to How about this one!!!, posted by Bear on Sep 1, 2002

Hello Bear,
  It could hve been the attendant reigning in his kingdom.I have had similar experiences traveling through Canada and in Alaska.One was a radio that was playing to loud.The problem our batteries were dead.:-)
  Equitis
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kevin
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« Reply #357 on: September 01, 2002, 04:00:00 AM »

... in response to How about this one!!!, posted by Bear on Sep 1, 2002


What a very twisted, demented philosphy!  As if the happiness you and your friends share is some form of vice or perversion.  Well, that's the mentality common amongst American women (not all, but a significant proportion) in contemporary times, including women in my circle.  It's like there's something terribly immoral about a man above Age X, actually being loved, cared for, wanted and needed by an attractive member of the opposite sex, whom he probably waited all of his life to find, but simply did not "legitimately" find her in his youth or his prime when it was more politically correct.

This is so ridiculous, but the sad thing is is that it seems to carry weight in many instances.  In today's society, a guy is no good as a husband if he's not Superman.  I'm just reminiscing about before and when my ex-wife first arrived in America.  I have a sister-in-law who is very aggressive, snippy and sometimes arrogant.  In the past, she's insulted me as well as other people, including certain family members.  Well, my ex-wife used to do certain things like cut my nails (at the time she told me it was a way of showing affection).  When I came back from the Philippines, and told some stories (I just thought they were sweet experiences), my sister-in-law goes on this tirade about "women's rights".  She says something to the tune of "When she gets to America, we'll show her what her rights are!  We'll take her shopping!  We'll teach her how to drive! . . .etc.  (At the time she was down my throat because I lived too modestly [well I just lived in a budget, I did not care about the Jonses] and other quirks, such as driving "too slow" [ when in actuality, I just make it habit for me to submit to the rules of the road rather than ignore them; life has enogh problems for me to have to suffer more unintended and unanticipated consequences ].

Perhaps I diverted from the topic, but I'd like to emphasize a point now that I got to this.  I feel sorry for my brother because she's very demanding and of course, "wears the pants".  Whenever I feel frustrated because I'm not with a spouse, it's now been drilled into me that it's better to feel lonely and without someone to share affection with when you come home after a rough day at work, than it is to be apprehensive about coming home because you don't know what kind of mood your wife will be in.  I can relax when I come home.  When I see what my brothers go through, as well as alot of other married men, it makes me realize that I really am lucky to be independent.  It's almost, if not, a privelege that I'm just beginning to appreciate more.  I can arrange and organize things in my home, for example, to my tastes within a reasonable budget without having to argue about the cost of doing this or that.  Love indeed is a beautiful thing, but I realize it would be foolish to give up my peace of mind and 100%independence in persuit of the wrong woman.  I'd better darn well be sure that any woman I'm willing to marry someday share's the same fundamental philosophy, sentiments and outlooks regarding the world and how it operates.  Otherwise, without such shared core fundamentals (or values), the relationship simply will not work.

- Kevin

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Jay
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« Reply #358 on: September 01, 2002, 04:00:00 AM »

... in response to How about this one!!!, posted by Bear on Sep 1, 2002

Hi Bear,

Just curious... DID anyone use curse words or profanity? Even one word? Seem's strange someone would make that up out of the blue.

Jay

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Bear
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« Reply #359 on: September 02, 2002, 04:00:00 AM »

... in response to Re: How about this one!!!, posted by Jay on Sep 1, 2002

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